- Untitled for so many reasons -

I cannot take the laurels of my sanctimony until I am only a ladel passing time

Through the mouth, taste the salt, through the tongue, taste my heart

Though my ability, taste my tears, through my stability, take my lemon

Far away far away this happiness is drifting to a storm that is looming

To a time I will be able to enjoy this rainy weather and finally focus on me

Finally create a living thing that breathes and sinks and croaks to be free

Finally able to hullaballoo about whatevah the hell I be

Toppling toppling telling time by the rise of the moon

The wave of my flag and understand finally an okay me.


It takes time, dear, to give a novel breath.



(It is late and I am waking up early tomorrow and I am behind on work, my husband is sick, I am tip-toeing along with NaNoWriMo and I miss my family. Okay, so I put that last part in about missing my family because I needed to put the 'and' in that horribly constructed sentence. Of course I miss my family, I always miss my family, but now I'm just getting pitiful. Sweet dreams all).

Random - Wilde's Last Stand

Today is the last day for Mike's Oscar Wilde show. It's pretty sad, actually, for me whenever Mike closes a show. I love getting to know a new cast and showering them with mother-hen love and cookies. Which means today is my last hurrah to bake some bad-a$$ cookies for these guys. And then after today I might not see some of these people for the rest of my life. That's sad to me after going through such an emotional rollercoaster (for all plays are, aren't they?) for the past two months or so.

Not that I know them too well. But I am excited for the day when Mike's show is extended and we have a great excuse to get to know a cast better.

But that's all sentimental. I think it's time to go make some pumpkin cheesecake bars and pecan pie bars. Maybe this was all just an excuse for me to eat goodies. Or maybe it's an excuse to put off writing a novel. I still plan on getting my 1000 words in today (which means I will be many tens of thousands of words short by the end of November if I continue this, but we chip away at these things, don't we?)

And perhaps I am new blood to the cooking world, but what in the hell is a jellyroll pan?

Random - Friends and Art

So we had some wonderful friends over this week, which meant that I started the week at the beginning of November with a decent start on the book I am writing for National Novel Writing Month, and I ended the week in the middle of November with a stalled start on my book.

You know when you are working on a piece of art and you mention your idea to someone and then all of a sudden a magical twist in your brain unlocks all the drollness for the work and you find it extremely difficult to finish the work? I was really afraid that this would be the case if I mentioned to our guests exactly what I was working on. And then last night we discussed my idea and the themes of my books for nearly three hours, it seemed. And I found that it isn't droll at all, but the concepts I wish to present connect with others. Flabbergasted indeed.

So without further ado, I believe I should get my little heinie in gear.