Today’s post is a soup, a stew, a mélange, because I’m thinking in bits and pieces. I love soups and stews, by the way, with a good, crusty loaf of bread. Unless it’s my curried lentil stew or my lemon chicken orzo, which I serve with pita. Does anyone have a recipe for Jamaican pumpkin soup? Ah now, I’ve made myself hungry.
A new high score: If you’re a Bejeweled fan (2 or Blitz) you’ll have heard a monotone, semi-robotic voice narrate that. 
Yesterday, I wrote 2,251 words in one day, which is my new high score! And those are edited words, so most of them are solid.
Dreams: I had an unusually active night of dreaming. Characters from my novel showed up, along with Goren and Eames from Law & Order: SVU, and literary agent Coleen Lindsay. Unfortunately, I retained only flashes of these dreams, so there’s not much fiction fodder there.
Molting season: Every year about this time my hair sheds … everywhere. I can run my fingers through and come away with several strands any time of day. I always panic, fearing this time it will all fall out, but of course, it never does. Or hasn’t. Oh, my.
The pantry: Why does it seem that no matter how full my pantry cupboards are, I’m always missing one ingredient for any meal I try to make? Could it be that I’m too impatient to make a proper meal plan and grocery list? Hmmm.
Well, now we’ve come back around to food, so I guess it’s time to wrap this up. Feel free to add your thoughts to my stew. What’s on your mind today?
I can state -- almost unequivocally -- that the title of this blog does not refer to my mental state. It refers to my writing, which does, of course, flow out of my mind. Sometimes the process of writing is messy, sometimes weird, sometimes beautiful -- and always harder than I wish, but I love it. As I wander back into the real world from time to time, I hope to entertain you with my musings.
