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.

Every writer needs an a-muse bouche

If you have read my first blog, you may remember how I got the inspiration to start blogging, Julie and Julia- loved this movie.  What could be better, story about writing AND food, it's a match made in heaven.  So as I continue to pursue this, I think about my inspiration, my muse.  I have to contemplate the genesis of this project, where do I want this to go?  Maybe I'll light some incense and ponder this...or maybe I'll make some popcorn.

One foot in front of the other

The journey of a thousand miles starts with one step, so begins my first step. 
For years, I've said that I'm going to write something, and I did.  I started my first blog five months ago and I have enjoyed it, but now I think I need to move on to something more substantial.

From the time I was little, I enjoyed writing and telling stories.  As I got older, it started to become a chore and the enjoyment dwindled.  After all, how many essays and papers can one write and still maintain enjoyment?  Years after school ended, the process of journaling became the "in thing"to do. It's kinda like the grown up version of writing in your diary. Now, in the electronic age, blogging has become the venue for written expression.

Upon reading my other blog, a friend of mine commented how much she enjoyed it.  She said that she felt like she could hear me telling the story; waving my hands around and being animated.  That's always how I envisioned it to be, and the way that I enjoy telling stories.  After all, stories like lives, are not one dimensional. There are layers on top of layers and should be expressed as such.  Anything can be made more interesting with a little flavor, a little spice, a little color added to it.

So I am now putting on my flavorful, colorful, spicy shoes and starting the walk.