What is good fiction but pretty sounding lies?
I'm going to attempt to write a book. One with a beginning, middle and maybe even an end! I love the start of a project. The giddy excitation one feels when dawn finally breaks on the day of a great adventure is so much sweeter than the uncomfortable reality of a seven hour flight. Even writing this post is an example of my propensity towards planning over execution.
"Write about what you know." I'm sure I read that somewhere. What I know is horses. Horses and relationships and the struggle to find the balance between both... between obsessive passion and the immeasurable value of a quiet, unassuming love. So let's begin!
