What makes me quit reading mid-story.

It's amazing how much writing I'm not getting done right now. Oh, and now I'm a fucking grandmother. It's not that I don't love my son, his wife, or that new rugrat, it's just I'm way to young to be a grandmother. I feel Sherly McClain in Terms of Enderment when her daughter announced she was pregnant, and she responded, "Why the fuck would you think I'd be happy that are making me a grandmother?"
 
That is also my pet peeve. Not necessarily "I felt" (although it will be now) but any words that repeat themselves frequently, especially adjectives and adverbs. I like to do a word search when I've completed a story to see what words come up the most. I write in MS Word which does not have a specific word usage count (you would think they would), so I have to do manual searches. The other issue here is that the story you are reading is written in the first person, so "I" comes up a zillion times.

I prefer the third person would would allow the writer to say: "she felt" "Barb felt" "It felt" "They felt" etc. Still a lot of "felt" but a much easier read.
ugh... i was struggling with this in the last thing i wrote.

i tried to use several different ways of referring to characters to avoid repetition. i'd use names, occupations, or specific descriptors.
even so, the same adjectives kept popping up over and over again. it felt repetitive, but i didn't want to change them since i really needed those words to land.

i've learned my lesson about first person though, no thanks lol
 
Oh, and by the way, anytime anyone says a horse is gentle enough for kids, don't ride him.
This is ABSOLUTELY true.

I had a "gentle" horse buck me off.

I ended up with a fractured wrist and 2 broken ribs.

That was the ONLY time that I never spent at least 10 minutes with the horse before I rode it. I usually brush, pet and talk to the horse while looking them in the eyes.
 
It's amazing how much writing I'm not getting done right now. Oh, and now I'm a fucking grandmother. It's not that I don't love my son, his wife, or that new rugrat, it's just I'm way to young to be a grandmother. I feel Sherly McClain in Terms of Enderment when her daughter announced she was pregnant, and she responded, "Why the fuck would you think I'd be happy that are making me a grandmother?"
The "grandparent" age will continue to fall.
 
This is ABSOLUTELY true.

I had a "gentle" horse buck me off.

I ended up with a fractured wrist and 2 broken ribs.

That was the ONLY time that I never spent at least 10 minutes with the horse before I rode it. I usually brush, pet and talk to the horse while looking them in the eyes.
That's so sad.
 
Yeah, in my father's family there was a recent gathering with 4 generations for a christening, baby's mother was , let's just say, under Literotica age
 
This is ABSOLUTELY true.

I had a "gentle" horse buck me off.

I ended up with a fractured wrist and 2 broken ribs.

That was the ONLY time that I never spent at least 10 minutes with the horse before I rode it. I usually brush, pet and talk to the horse while looking them in the eyes.
It's an old horse traders' trick to "ace" the horse and tell prospective buyers he's gentle enough for kids. Because while he doped, he is. Dad bought the horse to stop the guy from selling him to some that knew nothing about horses. Damn, ole Bob never became gentle. Dad was about the only person who could ride him. And that didn't always end well, either.
 
I never knew for sure, but I think there was something wrong with that horse.
Last time I rode a horse, I realized how fat I'd gotten. I felt sorry for him. This was over rocky terrain, poor bastard. Never complained, but he was puffing and breathing. If he could talk he'd have really sworn at me.
 
It's an old horse traders' trick to "ace" the horse and tell prospective buyers he's gentle enough for kids. Because while he doped, he is. Dad bought the horse to stop the guy from selling him to some that knew nothing about horses. Damn, ole Bob never became gentle. Dad was about the only person who could ride him. And that didn't always end well, either.
I don't think this particular horse was doped up.
I think it was more than likely abused.
I know that after I healed, when I went back to ride him again, they'd gotten rid of him.
 
They'd prefer it if you just cleaned the shit off them
Maybe I'm a bad grandmother, but I'm not changing my son's daughters nappies, I'm teaching her Yiddish, or English, or spanglish or whatever she'll need to speak. I did my duty on this shit already. They are already talking about moving back to Denver, so I can see my granddaughter all the time. Translation, babysit for us! NOPE, you made it, you can train it.
 
Last time I rode a horse, I realized how fat I'd gotten. I felt sorry for him. This was over rocky terrain, poor bastard. Never complained, but he was puffing and breathing. If he could talk he'd have really sworn at me.
:LOL::LOL::LOL:
 
Maybe I'm a bad grandmother, but I'm not changing my son's daughters nappies, I'm teaching her Yiddish, or English, or spanglish or whatever she'll need to speak. I did my duty on this shit already. They are already talking about moving back to Denver, so I can see my granddaughter all the time. Translation, babysit for us! NOPE, you made it, you can train it.
I don't think it makes you a "bad grandmother".
NOBODY likes changing shitty diapers. :LOL: :LOL: :LOL:
 
I don't think this particular horse was doped up.
I think it was more than likely abused.
I know that after I healed, when I went back to ride him again, they'd gotten rid of him.
If it was a riding stable, the should have been gentle enough that a child can ride him. If he wasn't, they probably got taken when they bought him. To get a horse to know you, you blow into its nostrils. You spend time walking with them before you ride them. And always ride in a round pen or corral until you are familiar with the beast and he/her is comfortable with you. If it is a stable horse for trail riding it should be quite tame, usually old and patient.
 
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