There is a new food column at Barbara
Bretton’s website. We’ve been trying to work around some technical issues with
the site and decided to run the column in the blog section and will archive
later. I wax poetic about a cup of hummus and the myriad of ways you can
enhance a piece of fish.
Another round of
royalties rained on me in the last couple of weeks to cover the first quarter
and while I cannot say that it will cover the rent for the next six months, it
will keep me in Netflix for a while. To me Netflix is secondary research. Don’t
get all judgmental, I’ll have you know Joseph Campbell’s Mythos
and The
Hero’s Journey are in my queue.
I’ve added a couple
of chapters to Poetic Justice in which the investigation of a series of crimes
starts to take shape in a very hands-on way. As I write it, I am left with a
dilemma of whether to focus on the action or extend the dramatic political
landscape.
On the one hand, it
may not advance the story, but it can hinder the progress of the investigation,
thereby serving as a conceptual antagonist. On the other hand, without a
context that connects the stories, even if it’s just institutional racism, I’m
not sure it’s worth detailing it. Besides, it is a daunting project to make
sure you get it just right. The crime and its investigation (and eventual
resolution) seems the easiest way to go.
Of course, I rarely
take the easy road…
I’ve put Cocina
Latina in the back burner for the moment. We have a few very lean
months coming up and any activity that requires spending additional cash needs
to be halted for a short time. Of course, this saddens me a bit but it also
gives me something wonderful to look forward to when I can sink into it with
gusto.
The plan is to
combine all the cookbooks into one large volume once this next version is
completed.
In the meantime I
started writing a ghost story to amuse myself. It did not start that way, mind
you. I just wanted to write about living in a modern day lighthouse. There was
absolutely no supernatural element in the beginning, but it just lent itself
for creepy spookiness.
The main characters
have been established and I have a pretty good idea what comes next (though not
entirely how it ends). The end is not entirely up to me, you understand. I
believe there is going to be a couple of twists deep in the story of The
Scent of Honeysuckle but not all has been revealed to the author yet.
That story seems
like a good early fall release. Unless it scares the daylights of me and I end
up burying the notebook in the backyard.
I’ve been toying
with the idea to write something in Spanish (not a translation). The idea is a
little scary because it simply cannot be something trite and whenever I sit to
think about it, my mind immediately wanders to the most ridiculous thoughts as
if desperately running away from the idea. I wasn’t expecting my brain to turn
down the challenge in such a passive-aggressive way, hey look, unicorn!
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