Photo: USDALast week I posted that I only have one more story to write before My Goat Prefer Naked is finished. Every day since, I have opened the document titled Honey Poppyseed Dressing. And stared. And stared some more. After writing over 100,000 words of narrative and recipe directions, it's as if beavers have built a dam in my stream of consciousness.
Please, none of the obvious jokes from my American friends. I'm the one who has to live with this creature as my national symbol. Eagle people should grant Canadians some dignity.
I who am so verbose and prolific, cannot think of a single thing to say about poppy seed, honey, salad dressing or salad. You'd think at least one of those would be an obvious jumping-off point. Baba is sitting in an easy chair with arms crossed and a grim look on her face. The Chair of my writing goals group asked yesterday, "Has anyone finished their manuscript---Reisa (cough cough)?"
Tonight I'm headed off to a writers open mic. I'll read from the manuscript. Hopefully they'll laugh, and the dam will break. Damn.
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Aw, you'll get there! Surely Baba has something to say about honey and it's many, non-culinary, 'dang-now-how-to-get-it-out-of-the-bedsheets' uses, at the very least. (wg)
ReplyDeleteLOL at "Chair". Makes me sound quite responsible, respectable even. Think I could make my kids address me as that? (g)
On second thoughts, nah -"Chair of the Madhouse" doesn't carry quite the same cache ...
Reisa, the title is hilarious! More power to ya!
ReplyDeletecan't wait to hear it
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