So yesterday I used a recipe
from my friend's mother, and chopped onions and garlic and aubergines,
and prepared two different components and added spices and flavouring
and made actual proper food, which may even be good (or better, at
least) for me. My body counts itself lucky if it gets five a week, never
mind five a day, so this is an improvement.
It
took a couple of hours to prepare and cook, what with me having to
double check the recipe constantly, and discovering how to chop onions
and so on. And it was very tasty.
And
I spent the whole time thinking "I wish I were writing". Even the time I
spent eating the darn thing, I was thinking of the line I need to put
into current draft of Dryden (almost finished, huzzah) to fix a
potential plothole.
It's sort of
nice, to be so consumed by it again, when six months ago I threw the
whole lot in and swore never again. But I should probably be able to
think about other stuff, like paying work or this silly proofreading
exam...
This happens a lot. I feel like I'm wasting time almost all the time. And that puts unnecessary extra pressure on me, which doesn't help when I do sit down to write.
So I should probably go do that proofreading thing, since there's a time limit on that and I can feel it hovering in the back of my mind...
This happens a lot. I feel like I'm wasting time almost all the time. And that puts unnecessary extra pressure on me, which doesn't help when I do sit down to write.
So I should probably go do that proofreading thing, since there's a time limit on that and I can feel it hovering in the back of my mind...
So the key to make you keep writing is for you to cook, I like this!
ReplyDeleteXD The key to making me frustrated about /not/ writing, perhaps! :P Maybe. We'll see if it makes me panic-write next time... ;)
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