My creative writing class is actually crippling, but I love it. My story last week was physically exhausting to write, so seeing it come together finally was doubly rewarding. My professor gave me a glowing review for being '50% there.' I was both elated and horribly humbled that my absolute, gut-bleeding best is still just 50%. My story this week was no where near the same level, it was actually really disappointing. I was really frustrated, but it was the sort of frustrating that makes me want to work at it, so I guess that's good.
I had a riding lesson today that was pretty good, we got to jump which was exciting. I rode Camelot for the first time, he is a lot of fun. I'm annoyed at myself for messing up my course. It was one of those things where I could see my perfect ride then as soon as I started it all disappeared. I need to work on supporting with my leg more, I have this vision of a great, forward, up canter, I get him up in my hand and then I chicken out on following through with my leg, so then I'm just choked up on him and in a disorganized trot. If I could keep my balanced canter through the turn, I could have ridden my line to the jump better and probably avoided all my problems. Oh, the things that are so clear in retrospect.
Sense and Sensibility was a really disappointing movie. What a waste of Alan Rickman as a romantic lead. He was fabulous, dashing, charming, perfect and she broke his heart, then after she gets her heart broken, she marries him. What? You don't settle for Alan Rickman. And there was absolutely no romance between them... nobody even kissed. Not the sweeping romance I was expecting. Why couldn't Alan Rickman play Mr. Darcy??
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