Whew! I hope and pray this post makes it onto the heartwarming blog. If it does, I may never be able to post another. Thanks to all the heartwarming authors who have tried to hang in there with me when I found myself in a series of endless loops.
I know I am supposed to be doing this on a certain date, but believe me, just getting on even if it's the wrong date is a miracle. Whoever's toes I am stepping on, please forgive me. I'll try top get it right next time.
I am in the midst of doing revisions for my upcoming Heartwarming currently called Taking the Reins. It's about a group of wounded veterans at a draft horse farm learning to drive carriages. There really is a highly successful program like this in northern Virginia. You won't get rich driving draft horses, but it's amazing the number of jobs there are out there. All those people who drive carriages downtown in large cities (New Orleans, Atlanta, Memphis) had to learn somewhere. And don't worry about the horses. They are the most pampered creatures you can imagine. Most of them work a week on and two weeks off. They are fat, sassy and sleek. And their drivers adore them.
When eventually they retire to the owner's big farm, the only problem is that they want to go back to work. They get lonesome for the lights and the people and will try to sneak onto the trailer going back downtown. How on earth they think an eighteen-hand Percheron or Clydesdale can sneak, I have no idea.
My driving mare is a sixteen-hundred black half-Shire. She hates to be ridden and has dumped me more times than I can count. But when she discovered driving, she loved it. Me too.
Please hang in there with me until I get my revisions done. If you can actually read this, Hallallujah!