I was thinking last night while trying to go to sleep. Both knee and back are screwed up so there is lots of time to think since I can‘t sleep. Last night I thought about agents. It was a strange thought, daydream, er night dream.
I suppose I was about half way drifting in that semi-sleeping mode when I had this vision of me and my daughter-in-law Ally leading some horses out of the barn. We were discussing the best way to round up our herd and then mounted up and trotted off. I was wearing some really nifty handmade spurs just in case anyone is interested. Also dark blue Wranglers, white shirt, sunglasses, crystal (crystal is a very pale gray) hat and boots. Sounds like an agent catching outfit to me.
We headed out to the brush to bring our critters in. I on my sweet little blue roan horse and Ally on her sorrel horse. Before long we spotted one. He poked his head up and watched us approaching so we stirred him out of the brush. Our first agent. We got a nice bunch gathered up and started them back towards the corral when one of them decided to make a dash for it. I shook out a loop and roped him and brought him back to the herd.
We had to send the Aussies after a couple of them. They brought back our maverick agents wagging their little bob tails behind them. The Aussies not the agents.
I didn’t say it was a sane meandering, I said it was mine.
We got the agents back to the corral and they were milling around. I guided the roan into the herd and started cutting one out. He didn’t really want to leave the herd so he tried to dash back, but Roanie was a good little cow, er, agent horse and kept him separated. When the agent gave up trying to get back, Ally herded him over to the other end of the corral. At the end of the cutting I had about a dozen agents cut out and then we started studying them and discussing the attributes of each one.
I cut out my top pick and surprisingly, it turned out to be an agent known and loved by all. Yes, I know she would be shocked and amazed to be included in my weird dream. Horrified and aghast also, I would imagine.
Since she was part of the team, we got her mounted up on a horse for the next phase.
When we got done with our agents we headed back out to get an editor. Editors popped their heads out of the bushes and hightailed it in a high lope when they saw us coming. Not sure that was a good sign, but I had faith in our little editor catching team.
Now this little dreamette was amusing enough I could see it as a trailer on my way to publication. How I Got My Agent in movie form. Not sure what the music would be, but Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy probably isn’t it even though that was going through my mind.
So, me being the sort who believes in signs and portends, I decided it was time to start the culling process on the agent list.