I’ve been around horses before, but always felt a little intimidated by how big they are, and by the fact that they can really do serious damage under certain circumstances. But this time I felt like I knew exactly what I was doing. Four months of daily writing from the viewpoint of an expert horsewoman must’ve rubbed off on me because the day before my class I went down to the barn with someone from my archery class and felt like the horses and burros were old friends.
When it came time to groom and saddle my own horse Sunday morning, it felt like a very normal thing to do, and when we rode, the instructor complimented my form. All the other times I’ve been on a horse, I’ve been a little afraid. It’s pretty high up there, and falling off is serious business. But this time it felt different. I very much respected the horse and terrain, but I was in charge of the situation, which is something I had never felt on other times when I’ve ridden. I trotted my horse, moved her on and off the trail, took her ahead of horses she didn’t like, made her drop back, and did all kinds of things. At one point we got onto a smoother trail and she tried to canter. I was game, but we had been told not to let the horses do that, so I reined her in. Afterwards, I unsaddled her and rubbed her down like I’d been doing it for years.
Who would’ve thought that several years of writing about characters that spend their whole lives around animals and four months of daily fiction blogging about a horsewoman would’ve imparted that much knowledge and confidence?
Sure, there’s no substitute for experience, but if you read and write about something enough, you might find you can walk into a situation that feels familiar, even if it’s slightly foreign.
