I have taken some time to do a lot more reading than
writing. Please know at times writing is
much harder when you have been out of practice.
I read over a teenager’s essay last night to offer some advice for
gaining word count for an assignment. I
could see how he struggled to make 500 words turn into 1500 on a subject that
he was not very passionate about. I was
enthusiastic offering suggestions on how his essay could be expanded. He too seemed encouraged with the little
direction I gave him and decided to do more research to expand his word
count with more knowledge.
I make a lot of mistakes writing. I am not qualified to edit anyone but myself. I admit meeting a minimum word count is a
struggle. Writers usually challenge themselves
within these parameters and writing can be easy or extremely difficult.
I haven’t wrote for over a year. I am creative and I like to create. Writing used to be my favorite creative
outlet. I haven’t had a work space for a few months and have concentrated on
other things. I pick up a paintbrush
from time to time or take out the scissors and glue, but I haven’t finished
anything. Scattered in my house there
are paintings of people without faces, boats without sails, and strips of
burlap laying about silently waiting for my return. I have been the same way with my
writing. People closest to me are worried. Gifts I received this past year were beautiful blank journals, watercolor tablets, paints and sketch pencils. I loved each gift and I regret they are still blank.
I began this 2013 attempting to
writing at least one sentence from each day to describe an event or feeling
from the day. It has turned into a food
journal : Breakfast – slice of leftover supreme thin crust pizza; Lunch- creamy tomato soup with Harlem pepper spice; Dinner – Gouda
stuffed burgers with bacon and apple
slices on toasted sesame seed buns. I do not consider these menu
items writing, but at the time they were the best part of my day.
The food does have a story to tell. The pizza from the night before was partially eaten over the computer planning a romantic weekend out of town. The Harlem pepper spice was discovered on a trip to the local flea market one lazy Sunday afternoon. The spice vendor was an excellent saleswoman offering cooking suggestions on each spice mix she had to offer. We bought several spice mixes. Lately we add Harlem pepper to everything, trying for ourselves what compliments it best, from salads, to soups and baked chicken. The Harlem pepper adds a chili-pepper punch to tomato soup and it is my personal favorite. Our friend Jason, who owns a local bar, grilled up the burgers. He has been on a burger stuffing kick and we are lucky enough to sample his experiments. The burgers were excellent. We stayed at the bar after eating and played trivia with our friends and the bar crowd. Hot L. and J., outwitted us by knowing the car Austin Powers drove in the movie and won the trivia contest.
I am attempting to write
again. It is like trying to rekindle a
romance with an unwilling lover. If I
find some way to win favor with writing, I’m going to complete my novel. Until
then, I will attempt to gather my thoughts and express them on this blog. A friend has said many times, “don’t expect anything from
me, and you won’t be disappointed.”
Those words are death to any relationship.
I do not want to start this way.
Let
me introduce myself, I am a writer. I
once wrote a few interesting things, and I hope I can write that way
again. Maybe we can be friends.
If nothing else, you might be interested in what I ate at
potluck family dinner last night; pork roast, green rice casserole,(the rice is not green, parsley in the recipe makes it green and it is delicious) French cut green beans
with mushroom slices, coleslaw, and homemade bread. Dessert was a peanut butter
cream pie with chocolate graham cracker crust.
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