SQUISHY MORNING WAFFLE FACE!

That face led to this breakfast:

The "before" picture of breakfast. Apples, purple cabbage, carrots, parsley, beets, celery.

The juiced "after" picture. Surprisingly not disgusting. Carrot & apple juice can pretty much hide any other flavors.

I'm changing things up a bit here. This isn't lunch. *GASP* It was dinner. Pasta bake with fresh basil and ground chicken instead of ground beef. A tasty salad complete with creamy italian dressing. So yummy!

This lunch looks pretty gross. However, it was DELICIOUS. Rotini pasta with tuna, tomato, scallions, and left over balsamic dressing from Sal's Italian Restaurant. 420 calories though. Boo. 

This particular lunch was not all that tasty. But it had only 264 calories in it. I guess that makes it acceptable.

Since I am feeling pretty uninspired as of late, I've decided to start blogging my lunch. Lunch is a very delicious part of the day. Everyone should enjoy a tasty lunch! My lunch (as pictured above) might not look appetizing but I assure you, dear reader, the delectable taste of peanut sauce and tuna danced on my tongue. Really, it did the Snoopy dance.

Wicked Lovely Mural

After months of procrastinating, I finally finished the "Wicked Lovely" themed mural on the back of my bathroom door. It was inspired by Melissa Marr's book series.

View of the whole door

Close up of the characters Sorcha & Leslie

Close up of Donia & Aislinn

Truth, Fear, and Writer's Block.

I sit in my office and pretend I have Writer's Block. The Writer's Block is a lie, a poor excuse. Writing about it is even more of a time sink. Yet, here I sit.

There are stories thrown about in disorganized heaps in my brain. The most recent one, a short story, is on the cusp of getting into the real plot, the meat of it. It's all there, in that pile. Waiting to be typed out. I say I have Writer's Block. The real truth is, I am scared.

I am scared that what I write won't do the story justice. It won't be true to it. It just won't be good enough. I'm scared that what I am trying to communicate comes across skewed and lackluster. That it is boring. I know the story lying in that heap isn't boring but I am afraid what gets translated to paper will be. Who am I to be the one that takes it from it's idea pile and gives it life? I am not qualified for this.

So I say I have Writer's Block. Really though, all I have is a clump of Self Doubt.

Often writers get viewed as shy, withdrawn individuals. There is some truth to that. The real truth though, is that writing takes a lot of guts. A TON of guts. It's such a personal process. Every story is a part of the person who wrote it. And to put it out there, for the world to see...well, you may as well be standing naked in a room full of people.