Sunday Brunch: The Art of Procrastination

ritual bath

My Sunday Brunch post is up at All Things Girl. Here’s an excerpt:

Here is an example of how not-writing works in my brain:

‘I should be working on Sunday Brunch. But I don’t know what to write about. There are all those notes on the post-Odile piece about getting news from fishing reports. Fishing reports. Oh, there’s a new episode of the Seascapes podcast tonight. Tonight. Dinner. Fish. Salmon. There’s salmon in the freezer. Is it wild-caught? Of course it is, why would I buy anything else? What should I make with it? I think we have beets and yams. There was that recipe I saw in that magazine. Beets and yams in hash. Hash. Hash-browns. We have leftover hash-brown casserole. Maybe I should eat something. If I eat I’ll be able to focus better. Focus. Film. Movie. Stephen King’s IT is in my Amazon queue. Tim Curry was so creepy in that movie. Tim Curry. Clue. Wadsworth. One plus two plus two plus one. No, it’s one plus one plus two plus one. One. Singular Sensation. Musical. Rocky Horror. Time Warp. Time. Ack! I should be working on Sunday Brunch.’

So, yeah, that’s my brain on…not-words, I guess.

Read the rest of the piece HERE

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Coffee Pot Puttering

autumn brew

Despite the fact that I spent a good chunk of it tracking down the bits and pieces necessary to rebuild my mother’s website, today was an almost perfect autumn day. The weather was nicely blustery, and pleasantly cool. The air was clean from last night’s driving rain. The dogs were able to play outside most of the afternoon.

And I?

I moved my laptop to the kitchen table, brewed a pot of chicory coffee from Cafe du Monde, and did my work between gifts of muddy paw prints and sloppy puppy kisses.

As I posted on ello the other day: Cry pumpkin! And unleash the (roasted, with garlic salt) seeds of squash!

I love October!

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