Anthropomorphic Food, Musical Manuscripts

Normally, I don't like eating things with faces, but for a punschkugel, I'll make an exception.

In other news, there is such a big, big difference between the phrase "the novel is in the bag," and "I have bagged the novel." Is there a day in the future when I am sure enough of myself as a writer to start a project I believe in and ram it right on through to the end without waffling, wandering off, being unfaithful? In short, the novel is back on the back burner, yes, again, because I feel like I'm beating my own head in with a brick that would rather be doing something else.
I really do fantasize about a day when I feel as if I have some clue what I'm doing as a writer and I know it may never come. Maybe it doesn't need to? Perhaps this is just the way I do things. Work on something a bit until it stalls. Put it aside and work on something else until that stalls. As long as I don't just play musical manuscripts, I mean, as long as things are getting finished and submitted in their own good time, it's ok, right? Right?

Happy Reproduction Day!

Ah, spring. I love Easter. The eggs, the bunnies, the little sheepies. Here are a few pictures from the frivolities, complete with frog-shaped breakfast rolls.

Have an excellent Easter, bloglodytes, whatever you are celebrating today. :)

Inside the Rainbow

Thirdling goes in for the kill :)

Makes me want to go make more, really. At the moment it's more immediately rewarding than writing. Delayed gratification isn't good for people with my attention span. Maybe I should just eat the monitor.

I suck so bad at writing lately that today I resorted to making a list of 101 things that there are roughly 101 of. Or not. Or maybe I just wish. Or things I wish there weren't. Don't read this list. Go write. You're wasting your time, I'm telling you, because I don't even know what some of these things mean.

1. 101 years of solitude (how long it would take me to write a novel)

2. 101 donuts

3. 101 kids (yours? mine? no clue why I wrote this.)

4. 101 dominoes

5. 101 oak trees in a circle. They are all 101 years old.

6. 101 gusts of wind to knock down the neighbour's annoying (i.e., sunblocking) tree. The gusts are all 101 kmh.

7. 101 bras tried on to find one that fits

8. 101 children dying of cancer today

9. 101 layers of dirt over a fossilized dinosaur egg.

10. 101 pussywillow buds on the tree outside

11. 101 rejections

12. 101 hairs to stop up the bathtub drain

13. 101 UFO sightings

14. 101 kilograms of cocaine intercepted at the border

15. 101 thorns on the rose cane in front of my office window

16. 101 orgasms (in how long? that's the question)

17. 101 cups of tea in a month

18. 101 franks to buy Prima a party dress for the school ball

19. 101 lines of poetry

20. 101 days waiting for my rejection

21. 101 raisons

22. 101 test taken my final year of college (really? who counted? who cares? I write strange things.)

23. 101 men who came and went that I would have liked to talk to but was too shy when I traveled Europe 20 years ago.

24. 101 drawings stacked in my cupboard

25. 101 rocks brought up from the river

26. 101 cookies given away at christmas

27. 101 heartbeats per minute in a newborn

28. 101 missed heartbeats when my kids scare me to death

29. 101 blank notebooks, because I am mentally ill and can't stop buying them.

30. 101 teacups, see #29

31. 101 mugs, see #29

32. 101 cm of snow would be 101 too many

33. 101 degrees F would be just right, absolutely, mindbogglingly perfect, if it were just about to rain. Good. Now, keep it like that.

34. 101 links of chain, soldered into place to make a sculpture

35. 101 steps to get to M's house

36. 101 days pregnant with my boy, give or take. give.

37. 101 years to get over it

38. "101 ways to start a fight, by some Irish gentleman whose name eludes me."

39. 101 pages of nonsense written for every publishable page.

40. 101 years old by the time I die, at least. I hope.

41. 101 times I bursh my teeth on Sundays in a year. Roughly.

42. 101 times I check Duotrope everday.

43. 101 visits to a physiotherapist is what it would take to straighten my kinked neck out, at least.

44. 101 days of snow. that's how it feels.

45. 101 ignored prayers

46. 101 socks to sort

47. 101 bills paid this year

48. 101 braids on my sister-in-law's head

49. 101 annoying writing prompts (and this isn't even one of them. perhaps I should give them a try...)

50. 101 recipes for cake

51. 101 sighs, I'm only half way through

52. 101 pounds to make a supermodel

53. 101 hours worth of gardening that needs to be done

54. 101 chocolates in a big tin

55. 101 guests at the last party I didn't want to go to. zzzzzzzzzz.......

56. 101 slugs and snails in the garden. (should I say slugcicles...)

57. 101 times a year we have pizza. feels like.

58. 101 lies I tell.

59. 101 times I'd like to hit her.

60. 101 sore places on my heart when we had to leave ireland.

61. 101 reasons to go back

62. 101 reasons why I can't

63. 101 minutes I lie awake in the night, on average.

64. 101 blogs I wish I could read every day

65. 101 cars Jay Leno has

66. 101 things in the attic I should throw away

67. 101 m&ms on Thirdling's birthday cake

68. 101 people on this earth, born at the same instant I was

69. 101 pairs of shoes in this house, for five pairs of feet. pffff...

70. 101 grams in a bar of Bärnerschoggi

71. 101 windows inside my head

72. 101 books on writing I own

73. 101 post-its, stuck to my desk

74. 101 desires

75. 101 more seconds until I need to pee

76. 101 homework assignments the kids do in a month

77. 101 times I kiss manwithbeard on the cheek in a month

78. 101 seconds to think up each entry. this is getting harder

79. 101 ladies in waiting for the queen

80. 101 grains of rice in my bowl

81. 101 doubts as to whether or not I can come up with another twenty of these.

82. 101 books I should read but haven't

83. 101 things more interesting than how a computer works. (ok, 1,000,001)

84. 101 different spoons. I like spoons.

85. 101 ml of ink wasted on this

86. 101 tiles on the bathroom floor

87. 101 responses pending on Duotrope for one of the magazines to which I subbed. One of them is mine.

88. 101 reasons why cats are better than people.

89. 101 reasons why people are better than cats.

90. 101 reasons why I should go to sleep right now.

91. 101 places I'd rather be than here, all of them warm.

92. 101 bones

93. 101 bad plot ideas

94. 101 favourite songs

95. 101 colors in my paint box

96. 101 days till summer

97. 101 marbles in Thirdling's Mürmelibahn

99. 101 things out of place in my office

100. 101 trips to the community building over the years to take kids to playgroup

101. 101 smiles, because I'm done.

Rainbow Cupcakes!

I'm so bummed that we had exactly the right number of these cupcakes, so I couldn't cut one open. 25 went with thirdling to school (happy birthday thirdling!) and there are five left for her actual birthday on Saturday- seemed a bit much to make another cake for Saturday, and then *another* one for her party on Sunday, so we will have these cupcakes. I will cut one open then and see if it looks as cool as I think it's going to.

In writing news, there isn't any. :( back to the writing board.

All Blogs Were Quiet

I've noticed lots of my fellow bloglodytes going quiet lately, including myself. There is the usual year-end hullaballoo, ill children (Middlekid is home ill now), ill selves and general lethargy brought on by winter cold and grey. On top of that, someone rang my doorbell about half an hour ago to let me know their shutting the water off because of a pipe break.

Here's a cybercookie from me and the wee ones for all of you, no matter where you are or what your faith. Extra cookies for anyone who is kind enough to pray to who/whatever they believe in that Middlekid doesn't start to barf before the water's back on.

I Keep Putting Words on the Page...

...but lately, they refuse to speak to me. I am not alarmed yet, though. I don't believe in writers' block. I think it's just the distraction- birthdays (check out the bat cake!) and the new cat (who tries to sit on my desk when I write, but since it's sloped, slides off into my lap. Either she's a slow learner, or she likes it :) or the wind-up to the annual mid-winter rush. Or ennui. How do you tell writers' block from ennui? Stab yourself in the thigh with a fork. If you feel compelled to write about it, it was ennui.

Anyway, here are cats, cakes, and the last of the leaves. Time to enjoy the grey, northern hemisphereites.

Comfort Food

Comfort food doesn't really have that much to do with eating. Not for me, anyway. It's about someone taking the time, about a human touch, some love going into it. I think I could sit and look at cupcakes all day.

On another note, I planted my violas and pansies out today to ensure a new batch of cupcakes next spring/ summer. I'm already looking forward to them. I don't even need to eat them; just have a cup of tea and admire them.

The only good thing about the EFC

Bern has been taken over by the Dutch. The Dutch are peaceful, I can deal with this... But I do not like the bullying attitude of the nasty Carlsberg beer people or the UEFA censorship. Or the clogged traffic. Or football in general.

However.

It seems to have spawned these:

Which just can't be bad...