I appreciate fashion, that's for sure. But these days, my taste far exceeds my budget, so I've kind of taken an "all or nothing" approach and decided to stand by some old cardigans that should probably get tossed. Plus, as you will read about in Paper Tape next month, I suffer from a bit of a fashion execution problem. Moreover, writing about writing tends to suck, or at least mine does. I have a hard enough time articulating what I want to say in my work as it is - let alone articulating the difficulty of writing it. Poo poo to that idea.
But yesterday, while indulging in the tedious, 45-minute task of peeling and chopping jicama into fine matchsticks, it hit me: food! You love to eat! I exclaimed, in my brain. And it's true. Indeed, I actively abandoned my wedding weight loss efforts because the thought of living without dessert was too painful during such a trying time. I love to cook, dine in New York City restaurants - both old and new - and travel to see what can be consumed in other cities, as well.
So, there you go. In addition to posting about my freshly published creative nonfiction, I will be posting about my cooking, my consuming, and my travels. Frankly, I am full just thinking about it.