On a roll

Yes I'm on a roll...Not a kaiser roll, or a lobster roll or even rock-n-roll.  I'm on a writing roll- hallelujah!
I didn't plan on it but it started.  I knew that I was going to start writing with earnest after Halloween, but I kicked in quick.  I was driven to sit and write today; yes I had cleaning to do, but the dust bunnies can wait.  I worked on 2 chapters of the book. Some of it was emotional, but there is much to come. I am enjoying this, and grateful for when the muse strikes. Now it's time to rest the muse and prepare for the week.

The well has run dry temporarily

To quote Katy Perry..."you're hot and you're cold, you're yes and you're no"...somehow this is the story of my life- literally.  With me, there is no in between.  I either have to spend 10 hrs knitting or not pick up needles at all.  I have to eat a bag of fritos or nothing.  I have to obsess wildly  over writing or not think about it at all. Okay so now you get the idea.  So every now and again I need someone to nudge or smack (a virtual one) to remind me what I was doing.  And that's just what happened.

I was all consumed with writing and then nothing...not a thought, not a word.  So I figured I had writer's block, perfectly acceptable. But if you knew me at all, you would know that I very rarely have anything to say.  If not writer's block, what then?  This time of year my brain just gets involved with everything and nothing at the same time (see there is that damn dichotomy again).  I know that everything that I need to put down on paper is still floating in my brain, but for the major stuff, I think I need to wait a few weeks.

 In the meantime....

Somewhere over the rainbow

One of the reasons people (me) perform such rituals as hair coloring is to rid myself of those nasty grays.  Occasionally I get bored of a color and need a change. I have been coloring, lightening, straightening, perming, bleaching my hair for 30 years.  I'm usually pretty good at it.  Tonight's encounter with the box o'color is due to the former.  That and the fact that my hair was 6 different colors, and not in a good way.  Since Halloween is still 6 weeks out, I figured I didn't want to look like the wicked witch of the west - representin' on the east coast.  So, with trusty gloves on hand, away I go....
I'm gonna wash that gray right out of my hair...

There are few things I hate worse than having the extraneous color all over the side of your face, your neck, blah blah blah.  Fast forward 20 minutes

First comes the rinse; normally the unprocessed color usually rinses out in 2-3 minutes.  When I saw that after 10 minutes the color was still rinsing out, that should have been my first clue. Then put conditioner on and finish in the shower.  Shake out water, wrap hair in towel and take first look in mirror.  If you dont see any residual color on the face/head, thats a good sign.  Again, tonite was not to be one of those times.  The sides of my face are orange.  ORANGE- my hair is supposed to be red....wtf?

This was the second clue...

Hair dries for a bit, remove towel for comb-out and there it is.  The grays are gone but my hair probably has more colors to it now then it didnt 45 minutes ago... Absolutely fabulous :(  If I was going to join a punk band or if this was 20 years ago, I'd say cool.  Now, not so much.  So I will give it a few days and try at it again after a few washes and maybe we'll go with a nice boring color like brown, as long as it's just one color.  Until then I am feeling very Willy Wonkaish

Progession

So the weather is lousy, and not much going on..but the weather, so what else is there to do?
Bathrooms are cleaned, kitchen floor is mopped and Wii has been played for a little (almost entirely by the hubby- I played for 10 minutes).  Three day weekend plus a few bonus hours, as my super cool boss let us go early today.  As long as the weather holds out tomorrow and this tropical storm has moved off of the island, I think we will go to the pow-wow out east in the morning.  Then of course, I have the strange feeling there will be quite a bit of work on the book.  My fingers are buzzing as if they have AAA batteries inserted into them and they have to be let loose.  If you smell burning in the air this weekend, don't fear, I'm sure it will just be my fingers typing at warp speed.

It keeps going & going & going....

I decided what my book is going to be about, I think I also have a name for it, but I'll keep you in suspense for a while.  Since this decision my brain just will not quiet down.  I love the creative process, and I would hate to ask to have it stop (be careful what you wish for), but I do need to have it turn down slightly, like when I am at work.  Or, when I am sleeping; typically the time for the brain to recharge, mine now goes into overdrive. 
I now feel the need to walk around with the proverbial notebook to jot down my ideas.  Knowing me, the million dollar chapter would be half written in my head while I was trying to reconcile the project budgets at work.  Speaking of which, time to go reconcile the budgets...

Change is overrated

You can't avoid change, change is good, a change will do you good...shall I go on?  Change in moderation is good, change as anything else in excess, is no good.  I get to a point when I'm content and status quo, then the forces that be decide that it's time to start shaking things up a bit. 

Six years ago when I was working for a bank, a LARGE bank, I was looking for a change. Oh
be careful what you wish for.  The bank laid off almost the entire staff in my building, totaling close to 600 people.

Wait....I just figured out what my book is going to be about.... I love the feeling of a good epiphany....
Hopefully I won't change my mind before I go further.

Cooking for one

Ok, so its no great secret that I like to cook, but when you're the only one home for dinner, where is the inspiration? I've done catering for 300 people, that's easy, cooking for one, not so much. When you have an audience if you will, to taste and experience you latest culinary endeavor, the feedback is what drives you.  Seeing people enjoy the food, hearing the comments, is what you crave.  Cooking for yourself- hmmm... completely unfulfilling. "Hey girl, that dinner was fabulous", "you really must give me your recipe"; somehow there is not much satisfaction.
With my husband working second shift these days, dinner doesn't happen much.  I've become a chicken finger rollup freak(thank goodness for Trader Joe's) or cereal for dinner convert.