I’m having trouble getting past the latest ghastly news. It’s hit me square in the what-is-the-world-coming-to. I have no specific reason that this horrible event should resonate worse than any other horrible event. Yet it keeps bouncing around my head making distracting echo-y noises. Every time I try to plot out posts for the next few days, I think, ‘A horse blog? Really? Who the f**k cares?’
After 9/11, the first book I was able to sit down and read was from Lawrence Block‘s Evan Tanner series. These are goofy, well-executed, over-the-top adventure stories. A potato chip book, my grandmother would have called it. It was the first thing that really distracted me and made me smile that month. My writing may never affect another person like that. It may and I may never know. I may only amuse myself. That may be enough. Life is cupcakes as well as broccoli.
Tomorrow a return to levity and horse frolics.