I started this blog because I wanted to write. I fancied myself as a writer. And I love food. So I thought it would be good to write about something I loved. So I was going to write about food…well, mostly food and mostly verbal diarrhea. I wanted to practice my writing. I wanted to be able to find my voice so I could complete my book (which might never, ever see the light of day!). A book about the recipes in my life (I was mostly inspired by Julie Powell really. She blogged about food and then eventually turned her blog into a book…that’s what I want! And the recipes come from the wonderful women in my life…I also wanted to write about them).
The writing muses are on vacation and I find myself struggling to write something…anything. And to top it all off, I am ill. Food holds no attraction at the moment and my stomach churns at the thought of eating. I tried a greasy prawn cracker and a Mangorind candy and my stomach hated me (in the back of my head, a little voice is saying, a war with food is good, you can look as emaciated as Natalie Portman did in Black Swan! Of course, I shushed that voice. Emaciated is not good, and I will never be a ballerina! I think I might resemble the dancing hippos in the Sorcerer’s Apprentice and that’s not a pretty picture, even if they are in pink tutus!)!
So I shall go to bed and sleep this off.