Saturday, April 16, 2016



Sometimes I fear that reading for pleasure and the few short blurbs I write for this blog are ways for me to avoid my serious writing. So I've been attempting to establish a work routine. I've been forcing myself to sit down almost daily and work through 2 books of writing prompts I have recently acquired. Bonnie Neubauer's The Write-Brain Workbook: 366 Exercises to liberate your writing, found at Value Village. Laura Deutsch's Writing from the Senses: 59 Exercises to Ignite Creativity and Revitalize Your Writing, found at Baker's Books in Hope, BC.

One prompt involves attempting to incorporate condiments--ketchup, mayo, mustard, pepper, pickle, relish, soy. One never knows what will appear:

His taste in women was 'none of the above.' Or, rather, he had already moved through this American-diner smorg and on to miso & wasabi, salsa & couscous. Chilli, coriander, cumin, curry. Lemon grass & hoisin. Following the trends, which follow the patterns of war, exile, immigration, assimilation. Which send young men afar, away from home & the familiar. Which destroy the safe kitchens of women & children. Pushing them out. Moving them halfway around the globe. Bringing their tastes, their palates, their condiments with them. To share with the old men who were sent and returned to a place which could never seem like home again.

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