Tricks of Memory.

Walnut.

Nuts, spicy beans, dips, roast capsicum, artichokes, fritters, fish cakes, dips (babaganoush), salads and bakes, couscous, pilaf, shishkebabs, lentil soup.


I am the walnut.

Burgh.

What a city. Oh, it's the pretty city, where I would love to live.

Guess who?

I sent a card to someone.

I'm feeling okay. I think I'm finally over my big love, though I still love her, it's okay.

I think I'm ready for a new girlfriend actually.

Spying on my self.

i'm not a stalker i'm spying on my self

Privilege. It's easy to ignore when you're riding it.

Chris Clarke: If no woman in your life have ever talked to you about how she lives her life with an undercurrent of fear of men, consider the possibility that it may be because she sees you as one of those men she cannot really trust.

Writers write.

I've been reading some good writing lately. Online (link is a wantsacracker - Hell's Sheriff) and Tom Robbins "Jitterbug Perfume". I always feel a bit cheap after reading Tom Robbins and I figured out why at last: he flatters his readers. Flattery is always fabulous until you notice it. Then it makes a spinster like me feel dirty.

Yes, spinster. I think that's what I am. I don't write so much as spin. Stories. Plots. Characters. I want to get back to the desk soon, take that damn novel out and decide one last time whether it's worth working on and if it's not then decide to work on something new.

That's my plan.