Thursday, November 15, 2007
Please finish this story today! I'm so bored!
Winchester, you don't have the patience of a newborn gnat. I'm finishing it anyway, and not because you asked me to. Well . . . The Writer kept taking lessons right up to her 50th birthday. She checked out trail rides, but then . . . she decided she wanted to do something else for her big birthday. It would still be horsey, but also involve children's books. She and her husband went to Chincoteague Island, one of The Writer's favorite places on earth.
The Chincoteague Pony Center is part museum, part gift shop, part riding center. Riders put on a show with tame ponies, some the descendents of Misty of Chincoteague, who was a real horse and not just a character in Marguerite Henry's books. On her 50th birthday, The Writer climbed on a black and white pony (one of the bigger ones) and rode around the ring! She looked ridiculous, but she was very happy! Normally when she posted, her rhythm was up-down, up-down. On a Chincoteague pony, her posting rhythm was updownupdownupdown. She joggled all around the ring and loved every second.
And the point of all this is . . .?
I was just trying to tell you why The Writer wrote Horses in the Wind. She loves horses and she knows how to ride them. Sort of.