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Author Insight
Tragic Day My Life Imitated My Novel
Three months ago I wrote Dream Horse, about a teen, Cory Iverson, struggling with the sudden loss of her beloved mare--a horse she believes is her one, true Dream Horse. In this scene, the mare has just been euthanized and lies beneath a blue tarp as Cory's trainer, instead of consoling her, tells her she's wrong--it wasn't her dream horse. There will be another. To my horror and heartache, three days ago I lived out this same scene when my true dream horse became suddenly ill and couldn't be saved. When I stood over her lifeless body shrouded in a blue tarp, there was no one there to tell me this wasn't the end of the dream. I have to keep telling myself. The pain of loss is paralyzing, making it hard to see a bright future. Someone wisely said, "Grief is love with nowhere to go."
Book Excerpt
Dream Horse
“Yeah.” I pull my phone out to check the time. “I gotta go.” I’d better leave, but I’m paralyzed. “My permit won’t allow me to drive in another forty minutes.” I say this, but my feet don’t move. It’s dark, and the sweat cooling under my shirt gives me a chill. There’s a jacket in the back seat, but I don’t bother getting it. A small breeze ripples the blue tarp covering Octavia.
“She was my dream horse.”
The words spill out and drag what’s left of my heart with them.
Sarah sucks in a deep breath like she’s spooling up for a lecture…for telling me I’m wrong and something better will come along. She runs her hand down my arm and shakes her head slowly. “No. It’s not Octavia.”
No? That’s it? None of her spiritual mumbo jumbo? Just as well. I don’t feel like being cheered up by any promise that things will get better.
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