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	<title>Comments on: Confessions of a Horse-Obsessed Author</title>
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		<title>By: BlogMistress</title>
		<link>http://www.ninc.com/blog/index.php/archives/confessions-of-a-horse-obsessed-author/comment-page-1#comment-18363</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 20:31:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#039;s fun hearing about other women&#039;s horse backgrounds or wishful thinking. :)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s fun hearing about other women&#8217;s horse backgrounds or wishful thinking. <img src='http://www.ninc.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Shannon Donnelly</title>
		<link>http://www.ninc.com/blog/index.php/archives/confessions-of-a-horse-obsessed-author/comment-page-1#comment-18348</link>
		<dc:creator>Shannon Donnelly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 14:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Must buy this book!  I, too, grew up horse-mad -- went through the Walter Farley books, and on to Black Beauty, graduated to the Flicka movies, and finally talked my parents into giving me riding lessons when I turned seven (they were worried I was too young -- even though I&#039;d been up behind my mum when I was three, and had already stolen my brother&#039;s rocking horse).

Once up, never looked back -- and, yes, riding is great for what ails you. It&#039;s hard to feel back looking at the world from the back of a horse.  And I&#039;m going to be back in the saddle soon (but I&#039;m moving from hunters/jumpers to trail horses these days). However, once horse mad, always horse mad.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Must buy this book!  I, too, grew up horse-mad &#8212; went through the Walter Farley books, and on to Black Beauty, graduated to the Flicka movies, and finally talked my parents into giving me riding lessons when I turned seven (they were worried I was too young &#8212; even though I&#8217;d been up behind my mum when I was three, and had already stolen my brother&#8217;s rocking horse).</p>
<p>Once up, never looked back &#8212; and, yes, riding is great for what ails you. It&#8217;s hard to feel back looking at the world from the back of a horse.  And I&#8217;m going to be back in the saddle soon (but I&#8217;m moving from hunters/jumpers to trail horses these days). However, once horse mad, always horse mad.</p>
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		<title>By: Vella Munn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Vella Munn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 11:34:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Patricia, your horse experience leaves mine in your dust even though my mother, sister, and I owned a couple while I was growing up. Apparently I kept telling my mother that I dreamed about horses every night and when a government bond matured, she bought a three year old, green broke mare. Boy were we in over our heads. I learned the hard way not to lead a horse while wearing flip flops. Anyone wanna see my still-mashed toes?
For some insane reason, my sister and I decided we were going to own a thoroughbred ranch once we&#039;d made our fortunes. Maybe that&#039;s indictitive of how far fetched my imagination was and still is. 
Unlike me, my characters are fantastic horsepeople when the book calls for it. That&#039;s one of the wonderful things about being writers, right? There&#039;s nothing we can&#039;t do, vicariously at least.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Patricia, your horse experience leaves mine in your dust even though my mother, sister, and I owned a couple while I was growing up. Apparently I kept telling my mother that I dreamed about horses every night and when a government bond matured, she bought a three year old, green broke mare. Boy were we in over our heads. I learned the hard way not to lead a horse while wearing flip flops. Anyone wanna see my still-mashed toes?<br />
For some insane reason, my sister and I decided we were going to own a thoroughbred ranch once we&#8217;d made our fortunes. Maybe that&#8217;s indictitive of how far fetched my imagination was and still is.<br />
Unlike me, my characters are fantastic horsepeople when the book calls for it. That&#8217;s one of the wonderful things about being writers, right? There&#8217;s nothing we can&#8217;t do, vicariously at least.</p>
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