No, I have not taken up cannibalism or done that thing they do in Hollywood, when they ‘honor’ someone by making jokes about them over dinner and drinks. The title of today’s blog desribes one of my craft experiments this weekend–between taking Vitamin C and lying down until the flu bug relented a little–I’ve been playing with shrink plastic. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the product–it’s a fascinating sheet of clear plastic on which one can paint, draw, pound and scribble. Once happy with the result, the next step is to put the works into an oven and watch it shrink and harden to a mere 45 perscent of it’s former size–very interesting. HOWEVER, the stuff tends to curl up and stick to itself as it heats, ruining the whole effect. To prevent that, I weighted the pieces down with my copy of “The Art of French Cooking”. Hence, roasting Julia. When it occured to me that I might incinerate my favorite cookbook–let’s not even go into all the OTHER stuff that could have happened–I switched to a Pyrex cake pan instead.
On the book front, I’m reading the pre-print version of “Big Sky Summer”, which is the story of Casey Elder and Walker Parrish, and guess what–I’m loving it.
I lost 1.6 pounds this week, and two or three inches, so I’m a happy camper. This morning, I began riding my exercise bike in earnest, and I’m amazed at how much more energy I have.
This afternoon, I’ll be meeting with a pharmacist about my bio-identical hormones, since the blood test is finished and the results are in, and I’m thrilled. I have high hopes for this stuff. I’ll keep you posted as we go along.
On top of it all, of course, I’m writing Chapter 10 of the new book, “Big Sky Wedding”. (Brylee Parrish, Walker’s younger sister, and Zane Sutton, a new character I think you’ll like.) It’s been sort of slow going, what with the flu cramping my style and everything, but I’m whipping along now and expect to be done within a week.
I’ll be joining my mom and my brother Jerry tomorrow to celebrate their shared birthday, and then hustling right back to my computer to spin words into story.
There is ice on the tops of all the flower pots on the deck–I picture tiny fairies coming by in the night to skate.
And I remind myself that the very essence and energy of life itself is stirring underneath, promising color and beauty.