When I was a little kid I had no fear of horses. In fact, I would get furious if someone tried to convince me that they could hurt me. This lack of fear was reinforced by my mother allowing me to play with a herd of mares and foals that lived in a field near us. The mares recognized that I was a baby and were very careful around me. And the foals let me pet and play with them even though they wouldn’t let anyone else near. Of course now as an adult and with lots of horse experience, I think my mom was crazy, but she didn’t know any better at that time.
A few years later, the horse my sister was riding kicked at my horse and got me instead. I have a small scar on my left leg as a memento. However, this didn’t change my mind about my equine friends. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me. I just got in the way. But I did learn to be more careful around them. Oddly enough the same thing happened again about 15 years ago. A nasty tempered beast let fly at my horse, got me instead and almost put me in the hospital. I still love and have horses–but I won’t get near that kicker.
As a result of working around horses, riding trails, competing in various events I had very little physical fear, unlike most girls my age. That gave me a confidence to try new things and an openness to new ideas. Unfortunately, my experience with people made me less willing to reveal these ideas to others. It has taken a long time to develop the guts to expose myself. And of course, that is what this blog will do.
I’ve always loved to write and was good at it. I worked as a technical writer for software and I’ve done magazine and newspaper articles. But now I’m putting myself out there with my first love–fiction. I hope my stories will be well received and others will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.