"April is the cruellest month..."
And indeed it was because April 2010 was the beginning of a twelve week cycle of hell.
Witness, stage left. The Sahara Desert.
This is how I feel.
This is how I write.
It's not how I eat, which isn't any less enthusiastic. It's not how I cook, which isn't any less passionate.
It's simply that my gustatory joy isn't matched by an ability to put words to paper, intent to writing a post, or concern to follow up.
In the wake of last year's losses, all I want to do is read what others write, to lose myself in someone else's words.
So I spend my time trawling through beautiful, wonderful food blogs (see in the links), reading beautiful, wonderful cookbooks (more to come).
And I wait for the return of a muse.
Sometimes we all feel like the sahara desert, uninspired. But it is usually a short growth time that allows us to produce beautiful things again.
Nisrine
Posted by: Dinners & Dreams | January 10, 2011 at 04:29 PM
Nisrine, thanks so much for the words of encouragement. I've promised myself to at least attempt a few words at least once a week and I think writing a bit about cookbooks I've been reading will be less difficult than trying to come up with something original. :-) BTW, your fish stew looked stunning.
Posted by: cath | January 10, 2011 at 08:36 PM
... and ain't that the truth! The little time I get on the internet these days makes me so home sick to cook and write ... but fact is it's not going to happen until we finish building this house in the snowy Michigan woods ;-) only then can I hope that the writing and cooking will return.
Posted by: Tanna | January 11, 2011 at 10:37 AM
I wish you a peaceful journey that leads you to a place of peace.
Posted by: Jaspreet | January 13, 2011 at 01:37 PM
Glad to hear from you, even if what you have to say is that you can't write. Still interesting, the way in which you manipulate words to say you can't... maybe that's a sign of a muse to come?
Posted by: emiglia | January 14, 2011 at 08:22 AM