Friday, July 24, 2015

Live on Writestream today!

I'll be a guest at the Speculative Fiction Cantina today on Writestream Radio, talking about the genre in general, my books in particular, and reading from "In Heaven's Shadow." I hope you can join Michael Cantwell, S. Evan Townsend, and me at 6:00 p.m. Eastern/3:00 p.m. Pacific. Listen in, ask questions, and get some new perspectives. I should be a good time. "See" you there!

Friday, July 17, 2015

Horses in Fiction: The Balky Horse

You know, there is nothing quite as frustrating as a horse that refuses to go where you want it to go. There you are, up on your high horse (literally), the lofty rider looking down at the foot-bound peasants, the master of this magnificent beast who must accede to your every whim...

Or not.

Sitting in the middle of the beast gives you precious few options when Horsey decides he ain't going where you want to go. Whip and spur are overrated in this regard. Very. Sheer brutality may force him to quivering obedience, but I have witnessed occasions when even that didn't work. Horsey has many options for not proceeding where you want him to go, and when he takes a mind to stick in his toes, getting him to move can be a right puzzle--and a marvelous plot bender.

Suppose your rider really, really needs to go "thataway"--and Horsey balks? This may be two steps from the stable or ten miles down a lonely road. It could be the only open path between enemies closing in, or a desperate dash for help for a wounded comrade. It could just be that your rider is trying to show off, and now Horsey's recalcitrance is proving to be a severe embarrassment. Any of these scenarios can derail the hero's (or villain's) best-laid plans, so I highly recommend a balky horse when you need diversion, delay, or general frustration in your story. And here is what it looks like in a fear (as opposed to disobedience) scenario:

  1. Horsey unexpectedly starts to slow down for no apparent reason. He begins to pussyfoot, ears up, neck arched, perhaps snorty, and overall uber-alert, to what, you have no idea. Perhaps it is an upcoming crossroads, a huge boulder, a gate. Or nothing at all that you can spot. But he has, and in his mind it is growing to a boogeyman approximately the size of King Kong.
  2. Horsey plants his feet and refuses to take another step forward. The alternative here is that Horsey plants his feet, then immediately whirls to one side or the other and tries to go back the way he came. This can unseat the unwary rider. At the least, it can leave him or her hastily gathering up slack reins if this arrives out of the blue in the middle of a long trek. With luck, Horsey has not bolted, simply turned his back to the threat and is still obeying the rein.
  3. Rider gets Horsey turned forward again, puts a leg on...and nothing happens. Horsey is planted. He has given up trying to turn away (or keeps spinning), but he is so not not not ever, hunh-uh, going forward into that boogey hole. No way. He is quivering under you in his adamant refusal, staring a hole through the thing you STILL cannot see. Or maybe you can, and you are sitting there trying to figure out how to finesse him around that scary tree. Either way, you're going nowhere at the moment except a direction he wants to go and you don't.
  4. Horsey is about ready to launch to the moon, he is so upset. He is shaking, poised on his toes, and you can't poke a finger into a muscle anywhere, he is so tense. Be warned. He is in flight mode, and the only reason you are still standing here is because he has enough training to know he won't automatically get away with what he wants to do and enough brains left to want to try and work with you. His fear/pique has yet to build up enough to the point where he outright defies you and gives in to his own emotional state.
  5. Launch point. King Kong is in the building. This horse wants to be somewhere else, now, and he is not picky about what direction he takes so long as it not forward. At this point he becomes actively dangerous. Pilot actually leaped sideways off a mountain trail with me once into brush he thought was level, but actually was covering a steep drop to a creek. We went down eight or ten feet into a mess of downfalls and brush and miraculously did not break or even bruise anything. In his panic he didn't even really notice, just shot back up to the trail when I told him to move and stood there, shaking. Idiot child. 
Which brings us to the inspiration for this post today. Nellie's favorite resistance has long been balking, but I thought I had her completely through it until last month when she did it for the first time in years. Blame that one on too long a time off while I was in chemo. Being the universe's most herd-bound beast, she was anxious to get back to the barn, and I would not let her. Ergo, she planted herself (FACING the barn, mind you!) and took exception to my gentle leg urging her forward. No, we went sideways, back, and every direction but forward, which was actually the direction she wanted to go. This is simple disobedience, and the cure for her is simply to wait her out for a few minutes without letting her move sideways or back. So long as you don't pick a fight she will relax fairly quickly and accept a leg cue. At that point the trick is to keep her from charging back to the barn. We walk, quietly, and if we don't walk quietly we circle back and do it again until her mind is between my hands again and not in the barn.

For horses who choose to try and assert dominance this way, you can spend quite a long time forcing them to stand exactly where they stopped, not letting them turn away or back up, until they finally get bored enough to walk on. There is no need for swearing, whipping, or spurring. Patience is the answer to this one. Picking a fight just makes it worse by driving home the notion in the horse's head that any time they stop they will be beaten half to death. Don't. Just don't. Bring a book if you have to, but wait them out, because the first time they yield, you have won the war. You may have a skirmish or two afterward, but once they give it up the first time, they quickly figure out they have not actually died and the whole exercise becomes counterproductive from their point of view. And you have not installed a permanent fear memory in their heads.

Me on Pilot, who had just taken a huge jump into the river
after initially balking. Hence all the whitewater!
Pilot, on the other hand, is scarily stupid when he takes it into his head that he's done going where I want to go. I rode him off the place today for the first time since last year, down the road into the canyon below my house. He was slightly weirded out by the strangers parked at the trailhead, but we got past that. He didn't like the new gate the State put across the road to block motorized access, but after two or three attempts to turn away and a little opportunity to gawk at it he relaxed and walked quietly around it. He went willingly a quarter mile or so down into the canyon, to a spot where they dumped white gravel over the road to fix a low spot. This is, naturally, right where it drops off sheer on one side and the bank goes straight up on the other. This is not a good place to pick a fight, and this is, of course, where he decided he was far enough away from home now. Bear in mind that this horse always sidles to the right when upset. Guess which side the drop is on? And it is nearly sheer, and a very long way to the bottom. 

I do not like letting the horse win, but neither am I suicidal. He spun away and started leaping toward the edge in totally brainless style. I got him to sidepass to the bank and let him walk on. Small battle won, but yes, we were homeward bound at that point. He wanted to jig; I made him walk. Another small battle won. At the top where it widens out enough to be safe, I made him stop, and fought a few sidling battles there until he did. When we moved on it was at my will and he was obedient to both leg and hand. Yet another small battle won. We will leave the bigger one for the next time. 

While I made sure not to instill in him a permanent association with that white gravel spot as a place to fear or fight, I have no doubt he has a notion that he can "win" by simply turning back there. Next time, if I have to, I will dismount and lead him past it. But I will not fight him through it, because in this instance it might be a Pyrrhic victory. Simply riding him away from home on a more regular basis will likely fix the problem painlessly. But if I were the heroine of a novel who really needed to go down that road, I'd be in a pickle, which is where your heroine should be all the time, no?

Balky horses are great plot devices, and even the most well-trained nag is subject to the malady under the right conditions. Smart riders listen to their well-broken horse when this happens, because you just never know. King Kong might really be lumbering up the other side of the hill.

If you like these posts, you can repay the time it takes to put them out by buying one of my books. "Out of the Vaults," a fun collection of stories set in the Museum of the Arcane, is 50% off this month at Smashwords. Use the coupon code on the page to get the discount at checkout. Thank you, and enjoy!

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Walking with cats

Oh, the whims of cats! Last week as I cut through my neighbor's property on my morning walk, his cat, Boots, who hangs out at my barn most of the time, decided to join me. He didn't tag along just for the first 100 yards; he stuck it out the entire way. I cut it short when we reached the county road, maybe a half mile. He did not want to go anywhere near it, which is an excellent decision on his part and I hope he never changes his mind. So, we strolled back again, stopping often to let him catch up, bonk my hand or my ankle, and purr. Then we would continue, with him all but lost in the grass, occasionally voicing a plaintive "Wait for me!" yowl but otherwise undaunted.

Today he did it again. I swear he was lying in wait, and he had no hesitation whatsoever (in fact, he was quite insistent!) about following me again. So...another relaxed stroll through the woods, and this time I found a loop that didn't go near the road, so we didn't have to repeat ourselves. It was a lovely morning full of dappled sunshine, tall cedars, and nodding flowers. And Boots, quietly threading through a mini-forest of grass and flowers much taller than he is, O great explorer of the wild that he is.

I laugh, but it's nice having a companion on my walks again. I still miss my dog, Jack, who died last November. Tomorrow I will try to get some pictures.

I got home to find the first review of Book 2 of my Fate's Arrow series up at Bookie Monster. It's four stars, so woohoo! And, if you leave a comment, you will automatically be entered to win a free copy, so go check it out!

I am torn about the cover of this one. On the one hand, it does capture many things well about this book, but as a horse person, the beast the hero is riding bothers me a bit (no, a lot). At my request the artist did tone down the my li'l pony aspect of it somewhat but still... Do you find it a turn-off, or would you  be willing to take a chance? I like the artist (nice guy) and he has some constraints on him, so don't blame him; it's just life in the publishing industry. I'd be happy to hear your thoughts and pass them on to the publisher.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

This and that

Well, today was interesting. I learned several things that surprised and or tickled my funny bone. First and foremost, this week's trip to the doctor did NOT result in an unexpected 2-day side trip to the hospital for a blood transfusion. That was delightful.

I also discovered whilst shopping for summer shorts that I possess an unexpected fashion treasure trove in my jeans drawer. All those ratty, beat-up barn jeans that are hovering on the edge of being made into cut-offs? Yeehaw, they are right in style! It would seem that "distressed" is the look and all I need do to be trendy is do what I was going to do anyway: cut the suckers off somewhere above the knee, turn up the cuffs, and sashay out the driveway. Who knew?

Aaaaand... I finally caught the culprit who has been drinking the dog dish dry down at the barn red-handed in the act. A big, beautiful whitetail doe (not unexpected). I have been keeping Jack's water dish full for the neighbor's cat, who spends most of his time over here. I could not figure out why it was dry every other day even in this heat (it's a big dish), but now I know. Mystery solved. Now if I could just keep her from raping my lilies...

It's 95 in the shade here at 6:35 p.m., so, since I pried my lazy bones out of bed and rode this morning, I shall lounge on the deck in the breeze tonight and guard the lilies. Oh, how I love summer.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Out of the Vaults is 50% off!

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