It’s been a whirlwind of adventure. I went to a rodeo where I ran the most thrilling, yet slow barrel pattern. Then I came back home and finished the last chapter of my book. It will now go to my developmental editor (my daughter) for it’s first review. I am going to take the advice of other writers and step away from the book for about a month. This is so I can come back to it with fresh eyes.
I had it printed with my first draft for the cover. It seemed only fitting. During my time away, I will try to finish my second draft of the book cover. I also want to work on another piece of writing that I have a specific goal for.
My barrel pattern: A personal triumph after sustaining two concussions in two years (roller derby and car accident). Yes, I wore a helmet.
Enter the arena at a lope.. I think we got the correct lead.
Loping in the general direction of the first barrel . . .(No thoughts at all. Just overstimulation)
Stevie tries to slow her horse down for the barrel. Where are my hands? What are they doing? Why don’t I feel my horse’s face?
Stevie and her horse run past the first barrel to the fence. Oh my god! We went to the fence again!
Somehow they turn towards the second barrel Where are her feet? We are still loping? One-two- ask for a lead change and pray she doesn’t buck! Yes, we changed leads!
They approach the second barrel, the one closest to the crowd. The barrel is so sparkly! No don’t look at the sparkles on the barrel!
Stevie and her horse skid around the second barrel. Why is my left leg up on her back? Where are my hands? Should I grab the saddle horn to pull myself back in the saddle?
Stevie somehow finds her balance while she awkwardly made a motion to grab the saddle horn with her right hand but didn’t actually grab it. Her left hand is pointed towards the third barrel. My favorite barrel!
Stevie and her horse wrap around the third barrel lickity split. OK, let’s fly!
Stevie and her horse fly back in pure bliss reminding them of why they sign up for rodeos even though they are not fast. It’s just to feel this part.
Stevie Lou Díaz 