Reader Friday-The Hobby Horse

In honor of Good Friday, please share a hobby/activity you enjoy.

The only rule is this: it must have nothing to do with publishing or writing. Not to say your hobby/activity doesn’t feed your storytelling brain cells, but if you have one unrelated to writing, this is the day and the space to share it.

And . . . go!

Oh! Me first? You got it!

Target shooting’s my game–if it fires a bullet, I’ll try it.

 

Okay–your turn, TKZers. What do you do when you’re not writing/reading/editing/marketing?

 

 

 

 

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About Deb Gorman

Deb Gorman is an author, blogger, and speaker who escaped from a 9-5 job in the medical field to pursue what she really loves—words, words, and more words. A lifelong resident of the Pacific Northwest, she writes fiction and non-fiction in between long walks through orchard country with her husband, Alan, and playing with Kimber, their German Shepherd/Malinois mix. You can catch up with Deb on her website, debggorman.com, and email her at debster145@gmail.com

6 thoughts on “Reader Friday-The Hobby Horse

  1. Paint in watercolor – something I learned in architecture school when projects had to be “rendered” in it on 30×42 inch boards (or perfectly in another medium)… I carry a small kit with me when I go fly fishing (another hobby) – if the fish ain’t biting, I’ll put the rod aside and pull out the small paper, pencil, palette and brushes and let the frustration of fishing (not called catching for a reason), ease downstream… sometimes from the bank, sometimes from the middle of the creek…

  2. Traveling is my favorite thing, but when I can’t, gardening (in season), and drawing/painting/crafting. Like you, Deb, I love target shooting but the nearest target range is pretty far away, not like when we lived in a rural area and had farmer friends who set up their own ranges.

  3. Fortunately, I live 2 miles from the beach, so I spend a great deal of time there ‘decompressing’. There’s something about the view of the Atlantic Ocean from my beach chair, the openness, the lack of boundaries, no distractions, the breeze, the sun, the soothing sound of the waves. It sure does relax me. I often watch the waves roll up the beach, then imagine tossing a problem to the edge of the water and letting the receding wave take it away, far, far away, never to be seen or heard from again. Occasionally, when I’m feeling silly, I’ll wave at the problem as it washes away. See what I did there? Wave and wave?

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