I have a leftover baguette that will turn into french toast tomorrow~
It’s just a mini one, but it’ll sustain a person and go really well with all the fresh fruit I have and perhaps some nutella.
On snacking (or note to self):
When in doubt, eat cereal or fruit, and when it’s late at night, brush your teeth.
Cheers, toodles, & noodles.
I do whatever suits my mood - read, write, doodle, tinker on the piano…cook, browse food blogs, etsy, & clothing sites that are much too expensive, watch period films, muse, delight in randomly coming across good music, admire people.
I saw a hand-made sign on the road that said, “DON’T BLINK” and was about to get really excited…
but then further down I realised it was just an advertisement for some politician. buh…
I should have stopped and pulled up the politician bit and just left “DON’T BLINK” there to randomly stand in the breeze as a warning.
Except it wouldn’t be random, ‘cos hey, you never know with the weeping angels. One could be just around the bend waiting for the unsuspecting passerby.
So, don’t ignore the sign (if it’s just there by itself). Don’t even blink.
Cheers, toodles, & noodles.
- Go to bed earlier
- Finish things ahead of time
- Eat whole-food
- Be present
- Listen to music
- Think positively
- Drink lots of water
- Be productive
- Eat fresh fruit
- Breathe deeply
- Go for a bike ride
confession: don’t know how to ride a bike.
but this is a pretty good list to follow.
Mosquito slapping season, it is. I’m rather good at it.
So, I’m reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt again for…what, the third time? For some reason I feel like it’s the perfect summer book. Or maybe it’s just a good read — mesmerising and skillfully written. There’s lots of inspiration, language-wise, and I would be so happy if I could write like Tartt someday.
I haven’t had much motivation to write anything except research papers and am pretty burnt out, but it’s comforting and relieving to be able to read a book that still amazes and consumes me even at the third read. It’s very gradually oiling the screws and hinges in my brain and letting bits of ideas out that have been kept in storage. I glanced at a short that I never finished, crossed out a couple slow sections; I still don’t know where its going, but will figure it out, albeit slowly.
When I go back this summer, I’ll finally have some space to think freely and not have to concern myself with people who feel like writing has no point because it’ll never pay. (Really, does a published 15 page story look so insubstantial? Okay, I didn’t get cash for it, but that’s not why I do it. It’s just a bonus of writing well, and I haven’t gotten there yet.)
Anyways, I’m going to start writing daily again, and it’ll stick because I’m going to make it stick. (If you start to notice lapses, electronically poke me, please, even if you don’t care.)
Right, going back to reading now. By the way, has anyone read Tartt’s other novel - The Little Friend?
Cheers, toodles, & noodles~
I don’t need to make anyone else proud or happy but me.
That’s the only way it’s real. That’s the only way it’s going to last.
I liked April much better.
May is not being very pleasant.