its official!

It’s official. At 9:26pm Thursday 10th of September i sent out my first query letter to an agent i thought highly of. I discovered her months ago and kept returning to her profile to check i still felt the same about her. For some reason i get a good vibe from her but i’d be the luckiest son of a bitch to bag the first and only agent i reached out to. Im prepared for 5 years of rejection and a mental breakdown when i hit forty with novel dead in the water. But… you know i’m trying to hope for the best see?

No one besides myself has read it and thats likely a huge mistake, but when you have no friends and trust no-one that is the price you pay i suppose. It’s the solitude i like best. I’ll probably ask my shipmate Pat to read it — he’s the only person i know besides Jack and i that still reads. I reckon he’ll get a good story out of it.

The thing i don’t like about this part of the process is that it makes me feel weak and helpless, perhaps a little embarrassed? Putting blood on the chopping block just to be poured to the chickens. I don’t mind rejection its another step towards a positive end but the in between i think will be the deal and the straw for me. I’ve had work stolen previously and go on to be published with great success. I don’t know if i can live through that again, however, my novel i suppose is worth every risk.

Simply a short message from me tonight — figured i should mark the occasion and celebrate a little victory.
Heres to you and your goodnights sleep.

the blind man cometh

I don’t know if i ever posted my little bowl of word vomit about depression and a blind horses. I expect that i didn’t, because it was all too true and cruel for those unaware souls that believe life can only be kind; those who have only seen the world from under a wing.

But i mentioned what it was like. Depression and darkness i mean. Like a blind horse, you dont know, riding you to a cliffs edge of no place.

Well, I found my blind horse and he’ll find the edge, enjoy the breeze and i’ll tell him about the view i see. And he’ll ask me if i’m still all that sad.

“We’re friends you and me. Aint not time for this and that. He’ll turn back south, and only then will we run till morning. All the way home.

From the moment i saw Hank, i was gripped. I often look through animal rescue pages picking which i’d adopt for various reasons. And sometime theres one or two i can’t help return to. So when i saw Hank on my news feed i pulled Jack to me, curling his shirt in my hand.

“Do you seem him Jackie? Isn’t he perfect?”This was weeks ago and every now and again they’ve sent me photographs of him, and i can’t wait to meet him. Yesterday i sent in my application 7/8/2020 and i sure hope i get a chance. I don’t have any equine references or such like, but im hoping that doesn’t stand in my way as how else would i ever be able to get a horse? I’m still holding on to that pipe dream of mine to become a farrier but i dont know how i’ll make that work.

First step is to return home to Texas, save up some dosh and start building that Old West Ranch we’ve dreamed about. I sure home Hank will be our first addition to our herd of rescues.
I’ll be honest with you. I’ve dreamed of cowboying on the back of a good horse all my life, and so i dont believe that i’ve reached the time in my life when i can go out a buy one.  Of course i’d go out and get a horse that is a companion, and not ridable.  I love riding but its not the point of having a horse, at least to me. I’m sure i’ll get one that i can ride one day but for now — im smitten with this guy

Once my application goes through i’m hoping to make a trip down to visit him and see what i think. Depending on the boarding availability at our complex i might have to start by virtually adopting him first, which im fine with. However as far as i know our complex has good room so we’ll see. At this point in time my main concern is trailering him back to Huntsville, as we obviously dont currently own a truck or a horse trailer. Good lad Matt might be able assist somehow or perhaps we can rent something. 

Im such an impatient person, i can’t help but continuously refresh my emails in hopes of hearing about my application. But its obviously a big deal to me you know? The start of the big dream and all that jazzery. 


So here i was minding my own, Trailer Park Boys fucking and blinding in the background. I’d just filled a box with yarn and clothes, after which i took a break and checked my email. And there it was. An email saying that i have officially been approved to come and meet Hank at the ranch, and if we get on i can adopt him.  Honestly, because he’ll be my first personal horse, i was sure they’d decline me. I also have no equine references worth putting on an application. I wont lie it was a shot in the dark and i was certain i missed the target. But within the next few days i will hear from one of the horse trainers and arrange to meet this big fella. And im over the moon. Thats how the hell to start a Monday!


Its August 10th and i’m counting down the days till we all roll down to the deep South of Texas to meet this fella. He’s not the only one i’m going to meet but he’s the reason im going at all. However it might not be a match made under decent light, so just incase i’ve got one or two others i’ll be meeting also. However i hope our souls will fix on eachother. If it all goes well i’ll have to go back to meet him a few more times before i can get him back to our place, but for now im just counting the seconds down ya know? Reading about training and how to adjust for a blind horse. I’m hoping to get him a pal asap. I can’t bare a horse on its own and buddy will do wonders for his confidence i’ll wager.

Well, i met him. Yesterday as it goes. As soon as i had the lead rope in my hand and he edged out to lunge, i felt something i’d never felt before. Ive worked with horses for a long time now. I’ve worked with tough ones, troubled ones and the soft ones; they’re all special. But when i was with this guy it was like floating on air watching him dutifully walk around in a circle and coming into me when it all came to a stop. Nothing was said it was all invisible body language. He kinda bumped me a little as he come close to me. He wasn’t sure how close i was but that’ll come. We’ll find a word to alert him of this and that. I knew there must have been a reason that i was attracted to him the moment i saw that picture, i knew i couldn’t let him get away — the blind horse that will lead me out of the dark. 

Hes an actor, a historian, a costume expert and the best looking guy any side of any place.. and he looks cowboying. Cannot beat this true love business.

home at last

Well, it’s been a month. A month that felt like hell and high water was kicking me in the lip the whole damn time. Friday was my last day at work, so finally some pressure will be off for a while and thank hell for that. I tell you. Moving during covid, packing the entire house, training LeDoux as well as working full time — utterly overwhelming. And the whole time i just wanted to sleep and write. I don’t think i’ve written properly for a month. I’ve taken notes and had word prose coming out of my ears — why sure. But i haven’t had a novel thought since Laramie. Laramie which seems so far far away now. It already feels so far in the past but it was less than two weeks ago.

Yellow Texas flowers
Fields of flowers.

I didn’t want to leave Wyoming and it’ll always have a place in my heart, as will the Black Hills and the dead gulch of South Dakota, but i was ready to go back to Texas where i can buy my heart full of land to live on. Not wanting to move or pack boxes anymore or live through old furniture that has eight poor-man generations of farts and ugly seeds living in the lining. A new start in an old place with a clear vision ahead and dead reckoning the rest. It’s good to be back.

Palo Duro Canyon, TX

After all these long years out there in the states living and dreaming — we’re finally home in the Lone Star state. It sure is weird to be back. The place has changed a lot and i almost don’t recognise it. I’ve had job interviews, but selfishly i’ve been hoping it’d take a little while for them to get back to me so i have a chance to catch up on a few things. As i said. Friday was my last day working for my job in Laramie, Wy. Covid at least enabled me to keep my job whilst moving and a little thereafter. Everything was sent in, but no one spoke to me for the last week or two. And no thanks or goodbye. Not that i expected any. Riddance and good and feck away. Im glad to be unburdened by it all.

Dog off leash
LeDoux free running like a boss.

I wanted to restart this post once or twice but theres no real way to express learning for the first time what coming home really feels like. My heart pumps in my chest desperately trying not to wake me from my reverie, but im really here. Out in the fields amongst the horses and june bugs zooming at 80miles a minute into my face. Doux running like freedom could lift him. And on top of it all our apartment is ace with a view of the paddocks and outback of  piney bush n’ wood.

Dog and horse communicatin through fence
One of his new best friends.

Returning to Texas was like being welcomed with opens arms and served a dr.pepper in a glass bottle as soon as the welcome sign flew past the window. All that long time no see bullshit but this time it cut me up and i fell head over boots once more for the Lone Star State. Right now im unemployed and the place is settled enough that i hope i can work on my writing again next week. There are a few other ventures im hoping to dip into while i figure out my next steps. Some acting, stand up prospects and filming ideas. I’ve been considering trying to get an acting agent but i don’t if i want to drown myself down in that rabbit hole. I mean, i want to act but i dont know how it all works. Whether i’d need two separate agents for acting and writing. Meh. Time will tell. For now its crap o’clock and all i got is dreaming to do.

calamity B

I never thought that life could be beautiful. I didn’t think any good things were meant for me aside from giving people laughs at a night show, with me slipping out the back door before anyone could catch me in the light. What i thought doesn’t matter, what matters is that i admit that i was wrong. And i do. I admit. Hellfire and broken arms — i admit it.
I didn’t get where i am by luck. I gave in every time life got hard and i cried and i bled and i died over and over and over again, but i still went on with all those cigarette burns and piss sodden pants i was locked away for. I always said what if? I never believed a single dream to be too stupid to try.  And thats how i ended up in the BlackHills on a god damn stagecoach with the love of my life. Pulled by a sweet pair of Haflingers called Tuff and Tea.
If i had given up all those times that i thought the world did not belong to me, well i’ll go on and say what you’re not supposed to, the world would’ve been mighty poor with me six feet deep. A lot of kids in bad schools would’ve had to take their own beatings, cause i wouldn’t have been there to stand in for ’em while they ran to some place safe.
I’m good at a lot of things, and i’m bad at a couple, but lately i’ve been trying real hard to find out what it is to be me and living on every edge of the American frontier. Only now, the first day of the rest of my tomorrows, do i know that i’ll do it all. Eventually

There’ll be no choosing this over that, calling her over him or giving up that to live like this. I can’t be one thing, i’ve tried and in my heart it don’t make no sense.
I wasn’t born for that. I’ll be the artist my mother is, the musician my father is and i’ll be the parent my stepfather showed me — the heart that a man could be.
If those days come my way. I’ll write, i’ll be the runner i wanted to be, i’ll feel it all a little harder than most but thats how you get me. I live through all those pains, bad eggs and rotten boys so others can read about it in their sun room with a cup of tea, from a dusty porch with a bloodhound at their knee or simply for myself. I sit here and i write for all of you, but the most important of my writing is that every word, letter, broken heart and bloody gape its all for me. To keep on living through hell to see the sunset in Texas. To see it all. And maybe one day, when it’s time to die, i’ll be able smile at myself and say, “holy shit, you did it. You did it all. And yet still, you’ll never find sweet tea in South Dakota girl. Thank hell for that.”

So when you think that bad thought about giving in, or letting her walk all over you or whatever the hell pain you see yourself in. Turn the fuck around and go a different way. Get out of that sad bad marriage, let go of that ugly feeling you get when you look at yourself. Flush it out like Sundays Curry and move the hell on with your life. If this cynical bastard before you can do that — there ain’t nobody who can’t. Be you. Be selfish. Be good. Be human. So you did a few bad things — its ok they’re only mistakes. And help change the world.

Where words fail.
Words fail.

big dog LeDoux

If a picture truly says a thousand words as literature often purports
, then this one screams them at an ungodly hour causing you to never sleep kindly again.

Since we adopted LeDoux i’ve been searching for pictures of him from his past perhaps a puppy photo, but this is what i found. This is the day the rescue picked him up from the Metro in Casper, WY where he sat broken footed and nameless. They’d given up on him and believed no one wanted him, i reckon he was probably going for the chop. Could you imagine? This wonderful big boy to be put down or left to rot in a cage because “no one would want him.”  Well we sure as fuck did. I can’t let my mind wander too far, but imagine all the wonderful big and little and ugly and sweet and good dogs living in kennels or living along the mile waiting for a needle like some convict, all because some ass hat has a brain smaller than a thimble dick. All because they had a bad day, don’t get paid enough or whatever whatever. I don’t care. It’s just a waste of life.

Dude (LeDoux) was originally found stooped against the municipality building with a mangled hind foot. As i’ve previously stated in another post, the rescue couldn’t fix the issue as it had already healed. Now and again he’ll limp but he manages just as easy on three legs as he does on four.

Im so grateful that the rescue picked him up, and that we were able to meet him on a random Saturday (having only made the arrangement Friday night), because i genuinely can’t imagine how much i’d be struggling without him. I can manage alright because i’ve done so for years, but whats a life worth when its scrapes by till it dies and causes loved ones to go unsteady? All negative and nill feeling, dead inside; living only on love when facing it.

I got it good, real good. I married my guardian angel, got the loveliest big dog that does his best and as always im living the dream. Everyday. The rest will settle.

LeDoux safe and sound at the rescue last year.