Giving up the Reins

Evidently I should humor the muses more often.  Last night I let them start rambling, prodding at a pair of originals, and before I knew it, it was four thirty a.m. and I had about four pages of fic to show for it.

I don't know if should post it here or not- 's not like it would make much sense out of context, being originals and all.  (Flidge, it's Yoru and Crow.  They got me to pay attention after all.)  It's something to start breaking the block, anyways.

It looks like it's going to be a very wet, very horsey Christmas.  Today the sibling and I went out to exercise ride a pair of horses apiece- she had a crafty paint and a laidback bay, while I had a cantankerous and ornery bay followed by a very lazy gray.  The gray is one of my boys- Quinn, the walking couch.  Riding him is indeed like riding a couch, and he moves just about as fast as one.  He is of the very lovable sort, though, even if you do end up tossing the saddle above your head and needing a ladder to mount.

It's been awhile since I've ridden, so it felt good to be back on a horse- even if the mountains of muscle refused to move without some serious persuasion.  Thankfully, the stable manager told me it wasn't just me that had issues with them- I just picked some of the more stubborn geldings today.  Still, I think both of them would cooperate much better with me and vice versa if they were given time, so I'm not too exasperated with them.  They're just not used to my aids (I for one prefer nudging to kicking repeatedly, not to mention whalloping them with a crop), and I don't know what works best with them either.

Tomorrow, after a lovely breakfast and presents and all, we get to head out to do chores at the barn in the afternoon.  The horses, boys and all, can look forward to getting their Christmas goodies then-  we can look forward to getting sweaty, smelly, and depending on the weather, muddy as anything.  Good thing I love them. ^^;

Enough rambling, back to the ficcage!  . . . Or at least, napping.  Four hours of sleep do not a good night make.