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The Solution to Snow
This is what my drive home from work looked like today. Since then we’ve had probably 6 inches of…
This is what my drive home from work looked like today. Since then we’ve had probably 6…
When I wrote Stormsinger, I was actually surprised to realize Prince Vistaren of Amethir was betrothed to Princess Azmei of Tamnen. It was a political alliance, and not the easiest alliance to make, because Amethirian privateers have been known to attack…
Time Management for Write—OOH SHINY!
I am far from the most disciplined person I know. Two of my writer friends looked at my 2014…
Come Sail Away: Researching a Seafaring Epic Fantasy
The Friends Good Will under sail on Lake Michigan
I was a double major in college. One of my majors…
It’s Dangerous to go Alone: Resources for Indie Authors
If you’d asked me a few years ago, I would tell you I wasn’t really interested in self-publishing.…
Sunday Snippet: Snowplows and Sixth Street
With the crazy snow coming down today, I thought this was an appropriate snippet. It’s from the…
This is my youngest colt, Dante.
He is half Houdini, half goat.
I took him to his very first halter show, left him tied to the trailer with his mother, and turned my back. When I looked back, he had untied himself, his mother, and was halfway to the next trailer over - presumably to either make friends, untie the other horses, or attempt both.
So I stuck him in the trailer, figuring he couldn’t get in much trouble in there.
Now, I don’t know how familiar you are with stock trailers/cattle haulers/what have you, but many have this hay loft up front, and a partitioning gate about halfway back that can be locked open or shut.
He unlocked the center partition (the mechanism for this is on the *outside* of the trailer), waltzed up front, and climbed into the hay loft.
This is how I found him.
(He was not hurt, if you were curious. He just kinda hopped back down.)
He is now 6 years old, and his antics over the years have included: opening gates, untying every knot that I know how to tie, undoing various buckles (on halters, headstalls, saddles, harnesses, *my belt*), pantsing his farrier, attempting to steal his vet’s wallet, opening doors, climbing stairs (up *and* down), climbing into the back seat of the truck, opening the trailer door, locking his brother in said trailer, treeing a raccoon, outsmarting the electric fences (fence posts are insulated, thus do not shock him + if the wire touches the ground, it shuts off = remove the fence posts, ground the wire, escape).
Today, he clipped my truck keys off my belt and disappeared with them.
This horse is too smart. Send help.
omfg this has me crying i’m laughing so hard.
today, in news that’s both weird and wonderful. horses! who knew!
This is not a horse, this is a tragically trapped shapeshifter?
I believe the folkloric term is “pooka”.
*clutches heart and falls over from happy*
To one of the men who changed my life. Really.
Happy birthday to J.R.R. Tolkien!
Please, do not use without my written permission!
He changed my life too. I love this.
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