Earlier Culinary Adventures, while I stare at my navel
My publisher is getting on my nerves again. She seems to get pressure from our small band of devotees. (not her words) What she does not seem to understand however is, that creative writing wells from down below. Ofcourse, the fact that she is always there to coax me into new projects and that she takes me everywhere she goes, does not help in even finding time to consider digging into that below area of my creativism. I thus need to tire her out to the extent that she desires to sleep a whole morning. These are the times I steal for myself doing stuff. Stuff like thinking about writing, or maybe doing picture editing on the 10,000 pictures our little safari team took in the two weeks we gawked at nature, or starting to set the framework for a road trip to New England next month, or beginning to project my nfl football pool picks. It is 10 years now that Sandee and I have been feeding other winners, even local ones who haven't even shared a drink with us to cele