hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
A Quick Hello
Posted 09-13-2015 at 07:51 PM by hunterseat
I miss writing. Yet I avoid it. Why? I have a great idea for a rock-opera. Remember Tommy by The Who? (Who? 
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I also have my first novel, completed, edited and in the beginning stages of rewrite. I have my second novel, just begun. It's a continuation of my first. I have other novels in my head, too.
November is novel writing month. NANOWRIMO. I wrote my novel during November. You begin on November 1st as if a starting pistol is fired. You write vigorously all month until just before the stroke of midnight on the 30th. Then you submit your manuscript for the word count AND as soon as they confirm you have 50,000 words, you become a novelist. You can put it on your resume! (I do) The web site dumps the novel. It's up to you to do anything with it. They just want to know you completed 50K words.
So I need to write. That's why I'm here. Now. Writing as I listen to crickets chirp outside, windows open wide. Darkness black enough to swallow me up if I dared walk out there. I love living here. Even if we are struggling with a well and water system that's limping along, forcing us to go to the gym, work out and FINALLY take showers. The woods that surround me are embracing. The granite that pokes up from the ground tells stories of children who climbed the outcroppings who are now beneath their own granite stone, long gone from this world.
Our pets love this place. It's the end of a road, surrounded by trees, gullies, rocks... peace. No traffic, though I did buy the dogs reflective collars. We still have a few neighbors and the property isn't fenced yet. I cringe if I hear a neighbor leaving for work in the dark, predawn if the dogs have snuck out of my sight.
We had a rooster for a neighbor when we got here but someone complained and the rooster found a new home. That's okay because he has lady chicken friends now. All he had before were his dog, cat, neighbor dogs and our cat, Leland. I do miss the rooster. I think Leland does, too. But I love my house.
)I also have my first novel, completed, edited and in the beginning stages of rewrite. I have my second novel, just begun. It's a continuation of my first. I have other novels in my head, too.
November is novel writing month. NANOWRIMO. I wrote my novel during November. You begin on November 1st as if a starting pistol is fired. You write vigorously all month until just before the stroke of midnight on the 30th. Then you submit your manuscript for the word count AND as soon as they confirm you have 50,000 words, you become a novelist. You can put it on your resume! (I do) The web site dumps the novel. It's up to you to do anything with it. They just want to know you completed 50K words.
So I need to write. That's why I'm here. Now. Writing as I listen to crickets chirp outside, windows open wide. Darkness black enough to swallow me up if I dared walk out there. I love living here. Even if we are struggling with a well and water system that's limping along, forcing us to go to the gym, work out and FINALLY take showers. The woods that surround me are embracing. The granite that pokes up from the ground tells stories of children who climbed the outcroppings who are now beneath their own granite stone, long gone from this world.
Our pets love this place. It's the end of a road, surrounded by trees, gullies, rocks... peace. No traffic, though I did buy the dogs reflective collars. We still have a few neighbors and the property isn't fenced yet. I cringe if I hear a neighbor leaving for work in the dark, predawn if the dogs have snuck out of my sight.
We had a rooster for a neighbor when we got here but someone complained and the rooster found a new home. That's okay because he has lady chicken friends now. All he had before were his dog, cat, neighbor dogs and our cat, Leland. I do miss the rooster. I think Leland does, too. But I love my house.
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