I’m cooking. Chile verde is on the menu. Didn’t have to be, but hey, we procrastinators have to/tend to follow the latest shiny object, which, in this case, was the stainless steel pot you see below.
A few realizations, however.
First-draft writing and cooking–
1. They often result in a mess, albeit unavoidable. [A minor victory: I left the dishes for later while I posted this.]
2. I often balk at taking that first taste. What if it’s hazmat material? And that look back at the first 500 words? I’d rather not see how awkward, nonsensical, and/or high-minded it is.
3. Giving the work time to develop–whether on the stovetop or in our mind–almost always improves the final product.
4. The experimentation doesn’t end once you turn on the heat. I’ll be dividing the sauce between a meat version and a vegetarian version. And my stories? New roadblocks and characters will inevitably show up.
And in an ironic twist, by writing about another departure from my appointment at the keyboard, I’m actually following through on that same appointment. [Welcome to my world…]
Please refrain from comments reminding me about the dirty dishes. Let me bask for awhile. Thanks for reading.