I went to a polo match tonight. Polo! Badass women riders! Sweaty horses! Big mallet things swinging all over the place!

Intense doesn’t even begin to describe it.

I’m struggling to find a connection between polo and writing. I know there’s a good metaphor there, something about energy and endurance and pace, but my brain is cold and horsey and I can’t quite find it.

But by the end of the weekend, I need to find five more agents to query and those words need to come back between now and then, so here’s to more chinchilla (and horse) dreams.