I'm not sure all of my followers know this, but when I'm not writing, I teach child actors on the sets of movies like Wonder Woman 2 (It's gonna be great, ya'll!)
Well, tomorrow I'm teaching a sweet actor on the set of a movie that's coming out around Christmas. I arrived at the hotel (undisclosed location) and this is what I found outside the sliding door to my room.
Did I mention I used to LOVE horseback riding when I grew up in Texas? I miss it so much!! When you go riding in a city, it's usually a trail ride at a slowpoke pace. I miss the wind whipping across my face when I ride!
So anyway, even though it's a one-day shoot, I'm super excited to get on set tomorrow and then get back to this fab hotel where the horses graze right outside your door!
Also, I'm working on a new picture book biography that involves horses, so THIS IS SO EXCEPTIONAL AN OPPORTUNITY! The universe has smiled on me. Yee-haw!
Hit me up in the comments and share your horse stories. My favorite was the time I was riding bareback in white shorts and didn't realize the back of my shorts had become completely black with dirt and horse sweat and I wore them ALL DAY! Ha!
About the Author
When Megan Hoyt first stepped into a tiny library in East Dallas and checked out The Fairy Doll, time stood still for one brief moment. A book! A lovely, magical book about a little girl, overshadowed and overlooked, the youngest of four, just like me! she thought. Rumer Godden gave way to Madeleine L’Engle and Frances Hodson Burnett. Soon, a sturdy, low-hanging backyard branch became a thoughtful spot where some rather large ideas began to take shape. If reading James Barrie can make a girl flap her arms and jump off a garden wall fully expecting to fly, books truly do pulse with life.
"Listen; there was once a king sitting on his throne. Around him stood great and wonderfully beautiful columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners of the king with great honor. Then it pleased the king to raise a small feather from the ground, and he commanded it to fly. The feather flew, not because of anything in itself, but because the air bore it along. Thus am I ‘a feather on the breath of God' ”
St. Hildegard of Bingen