Ah, yes, of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies are filthy people. Ptui! We shall speak of them no more.

Ilona Costa Bianchi ,'The Girl in Question'


The Great Write Way  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Betsy HP - Nov 13, 2003 2:29:53 pm PST #2705 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

Bon bon was the one I was actually trying to link to and failed. Pretty pretty boy.

If you were off on a two-day trip, fleeing for safety, would you walk, then trot, then walk, then trot, or would you walk all the way, or what?


amych - Nov 13, 2003 2:33:35 pm PST #2706 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

If you were off on a two-day trip, fleeing for safety, would you walk, then trot, then walk, then trot, or would you walk all the way, or what?

Trot most of the way, but walk for brief breaks when you need a rest. The trot is kinda like jogging for horses -- if they're in half-decent shape, they can go on doing it for miles and miles. If you watch documentaries of horses in the wild, it's what they do to cover serious ground (i.e., while migrating, but neither running from a threat nor stopping to graze/breed/birth/whatever).


Betsy HP - Nov 13, 2003 2:37:15 pm PST #2707 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

If you normally ride for pleasure rather than for a living, are you going to be saddle-sore?


amych - Nov 13, 2003 2:41:44 pm PST #2708 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Yep.


deborah grabien - Nov 13, 2003 3:09:30 pm PST #2709 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Someone needs to get my mama in law in here. She actually has a stake in Judy's lippi stud. Pretty babies, they are, and the arab crossbreeds as well.


sfmarty - Nov 13, 2003 5:47:39 pm PST #2710 of 10001
Who? moi??

(pant, pant, just arrived)

I took most of the baby photos of Pookie. (Pooks, Pooka, any variation)

I took a look at that informational web site. Pretty much what has been discussed in various writers groups over the years. Good stuff for the most part (not that Western site tho)

One thing to think about. Food. Horses are conditioned to spend great amounts of time grazing. Lipps are very easy keepers (don't eat much). They, and Arabs had much more stamina than most other horses. Judy took her first mare, Capria, on an endurance run once and beat the other horse (all Arabs) into the ground. The owner of Favory Arabs had challenged the tiny Lipps. He was properly amazed. (tiny is about 14-15 hands. A hand is 4 inches)

Pooks can separate his mind from breeding when he is in other situations, like dressage training. He will not, however, tolerate other males in with his mares. I am certain that war horses were either mares or geldings. I am planning a trip there in January. If you have specific questions, e me and I will ask. (If the need is urgent I can e Judy right away.)


sumi - Nov 14, 2003 7:22:50 am PST #2711 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

My cousin's eventer loves jumping so much that he'll jump from one of their fields to the other in the middle of the night.


Strix - Nov 14, 2003 7:30:44 am PST #2712 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Ok, I almost never write poetry, but I've come up with a few. I thnk they might be decent enough with some work; I may try to submit them to the lit journal here at the university.

Rip me apart, thanks! _______________

Poor little girl, with your red tattoo on your sleeve.
Who did you bleed for?
Whose secret sign is it?
How many years will go by before someone knows
you branded love on your flesh for him, only him,
only him, forever.
And that you have been waiting -- as long as it takes --
whatever it takes,
whatever.

And now he sits, runs a finger along that red heart,
and smiles. It's him,
but as you hand him his beer and walk away
you wonder vaguely why he looks familiar.

Don't love the ending. Hmm.


Anne W. - Nov 14, 2003 7:40:11 am PST #2713 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

My cousin's eventer loves jumping so much that he'll jump from one of their fields to the other in the middle of the night.

I remember seeing a special about stunt horses, and there was one horse who was really good at falling down as if shot. Apparently the horse enjoyed this stunt so much that he'd do it at random when out in the pasture. Gallop, gallop, gallop, THUMP....Gallop, gallop, gallop, THUMP...

ION, I am progressing not at all on NaNoWriMo.

Erin, at first glance, I really like the poem. I can see why you're a bit undecided on the ending, but I can't put my finger on what it needs. If I think of anything, I'll post.


deborah grabien - Nov 14, 2003 7:42:07 am PST #2714 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Erin, I'm with on something off - damned if I know what - about that last verse. I think it may be the "It's him".

In other news:

1. I have BOOKS!

2. Amazon is now taking customer reviews of "Weaver", and recs as to what to pair it with. Go! Go forth, my beta readers, and love me to Amazon! Remember, it's the Tuscan Bitches compound at stake...