My first big dream was to not only to own a horse, but to go racing across open fields. There were always a lot of really, big fallen trees in this fantasy and my horse would leap them all with ease. All the books I read said jumping horses felt like flying and that's what I imagined. Freedom and flying. As so often is the case, the reality was not remotely close to the dream. Staying on a horse at anything faster than a walk requires a lot of balance. And unlike a car, the horse had a mind of it's own. In the beginning it rarely went where I wanted it to. And most shocking of all was the fear. I'm a worry wort by nature and so every time I mounted a horse, I was overcome with fear. I was determined to jump though. After years of practice,I did. Nothing so grand as the obstycle in the picture. Nope. A little ple 18 It turned out to be less a feeling of flying and more controlling terror long enough to get over the obstacle. And when I couldn't do that, the horse was more than kind enough to stop and put his head down so I could go sailing over the jump on my own. Ow.
What does this have to do with writing? The reality of writing and the fantasy of being a writer are two different things and when you fall off, you got to get back on.
Mariel R. is an ESL teacher, horse trainer, writer, editor, sporadic blogger, and lover of beer. She lives in South Korea with two cats, three horses, a German Shepherd and 17 chickens.
Bear (Gom in Korean) then (above) now (below)
Geumbi (Goldy in English) R.I.P February, 23, 2018