Long rays of sunlight pierce through the office window, their late afternoon hue casting my normally white desk in a golden hue. On one side of the desk I am seated where I can be found most of time, Mr. Sweet Butter lounges across from me. He scolds me for twirling my hair; a terrible habit I’ve had since I was a young girl.
I love to write; I always have, yet it seems once I sit down to “put the pen to paper”, a phrase reduced to figurative form with the invention of computers and word processors; my words elude me. Like a an Autumn leaf pulled from it’s branches by a rough wind, my thoughts are snatched from me and I struggle to express what, up until recently, flowed easily in my mind.
Do you ever get that; writers block? I swear it is my curse; a plague upon me that I wish more than anything I could free myself from. At the very least there should be a magic potion to ease the symptoms. So many thoughts run through my head. So many ideas to put down; something meaningful (some not so meaningful) instead of nothing. I am left with mundane thoughts; hoarded like so many useless trinkets and bobbins collected to a squirrels nest. Many I’m sure I’ll remember when I’m eighty and even then when I’m hobbling around on a cane, wondering where I’ve left my glasses, one of them will come to mind and once again I’ll ask myself “What point does this hold true that it takes up such valuable space in my aging mind?”
And even then, as now, I will fail to root out an answer.
I could tell you about my day but I assure you it is no more interesting than watching lint collect on my dryer trap.
I went to the store today, again; as I did yesterday and the day before. Even with grocery lists something is always missed. At least I had gas in my car today. Friday I had to run to the store first thing in the morning since we discovered, for whatever reason, nearly everything of consequence spoiled overnight, including the dairy products.
Now milk is like gold in this house. Not because we drink much of it, although WizKid has started consuming large quantities of it in the last few days for some inexplicable reason. No, milk is important primarily because it is the key ingredient that makes up the other half of perfect bowl of cereal. Cereal and milk are practically sacred totems in this house and it never bodes well for anyone when we run out. So when we discovered the milk was bad on Friday, evasive maneuvers were put into actions. Meaning I jumped in the car. However, I needed gas, badly. My gas guage was pinned on “E” and the dash display that tells me how many miles I had until empty was completely flatlined. I was driving on borrowed time.
Thankfully the nearest gas depot is less than two miles from the house and I babied my accelerator, actually begged my little G35 to just get there; like a proverbial Little Infiniti That Could. I pulled into the first pump on vapors. 17.8 gallons of gas; $59.00 and my breathing restored to normal. Milk was picked up and everything was golden. Disasters and meltdowns were averted for another day.
While I was at the store, there was a woman in line behind me at checkout wearing a Wonder Woman tee-shirt and absentmindedly I thought every woman should have one of those. Except I would add a few lines of fine print at the bottom. Something that said,
“and Wonder Mom
Wonder Nose Wiper
Wonder Vomit Mopper…”
Well you get the idea. Now in all fairness I think one earns the right to wear that shirt just as men have to earn the right to wear the “Super Man” equivalent.
I’ve wiped a lot of noses and cleaned up my fair share of vomit in my day.
Something else mundane and completely useless; my puppy has the most beautiful thick, wavy, shiny black coat of hair. You know, the kind of hair that’s photoshopped over those male models adorning the covers of Harlequin romance novels. He’s a four month old German shepherd and I have to say he’s an absolutely stunning specimen of beauty. All black with gold markings with a patch of grey right under his chin and along his belly. The boys named him Kaizen Omega but I’m thinking “Harlequin Dog” is better suited. So far he doesn’t shed at all, which is rather odd considering his breed. The female shepherd I grew up with shed like a fool and keeping up with the hair was a never ending battle. But Harlequin Dog has such unique hair it doesn’t shed. I can only hope it stays that way. He’s a purebred and ironically his grandfather is a model for the Danbury Mint. How fitting.
Lastly I remembered, my friend and faithful blog reader, Heather Robelet, asked me to post recipes for Thanksgiving and now I have three days to get some recipes posted for her; recipes that I can make in advanced. But perhaps they’ll be useful for Christmas or whenever the mood strikes. Another promise I made was to post some of the amazing recipes from the Epcot Food and Wine Festival post. Both promises I have failed to deliver upon as I’ve been sucked into the vortex called “Work” and have had to force myself to walk away.
Coffee comes to mind, iced coffee to be exact and the Godiva Chocolate Iced Coffee we had at the festival was divine. The sun has finally set and my mind is somewhat purged of the ridiculousness that comes from having ADD (for the moment). The very least I can do give you the recipe for trudging through my madness with me. You can see there is no rhyme, no reason, no method to it; the thoughts become fixed, in no particular order, like flies on sticky paper.
I’m positive this won’t be the first time but if I find a way to break the locks of writers block, I’m sure I’ll have more meaningful things to say in the future. There’s an entire novel (or two) that has been clattering around in my head for nigh on 20 years and if I don’t get it out of my brain I fear I honestly and truly will go stark raving mad.
Thanks for listening; any tips for writers block are welcome and feel free to adjust the liquer to your liking.
- 4 ounces Godiva Chocolate Liqueur
- 2 ounces half and half cream (or 2 ounces heavy cream, 2 ounces milk)
- 1 ounce simple syrup (see below)
- 8 ounces warm, fresh coffee
- Whipping cream
- 1 cup sugar
- 1 cup water
- Add sugar and water to a smal pan and cook over medium heat until sugar is completely dissolved. Remove and cool completely.
- Combine liqueur, half and half, simple syrup, coffee and ice into a large shaker. Mix until combined.
- Pour into two, eight ounce glasses, garnish with whipped cream. Serve.