After witnessing this recent burst of creative energy, a good friend asked why I stopped writing in the first place. It wasn't the first time someone asked me that. It was, however, the first time in a long time I actually gave the question some serious thought.
Why DID I stop writing? One day I was writing pithy prose about rappers and popstars, gossipy columns about music industry players, articles about the state of the industry, liner notes, newsletters, artist bios, and press releases... You name it, I wrote it. Sometimes I wrote for the love of it. Sometimes I thought I could change or save the industry I loved with the stroke of a pen. But more than a few times I simply wrote for the highest bidder.
And then I stopped. No fanfare, no big decision, I just put the pen down. Fell out of love. On to the next creative pursuit.
Recently I've felt the spark return. The desire to write came over me like the desire one feels for a lover you can't get enough of. Words began to flow from my pen like the waves of pleasure you feel when the loving is good. And much like an orgasmic rush, I have to admit, it feels amazing to want to write again.
So why did I stop writing? I don't know that the reason matters anymore. What does matter is this... I 'm writing. And a writer writes, always.
It's damn hot outside. Don't know about you, but hot weather calls for slushies, and I could use a cool, refreshing drink. Not the kid version, but something a little more sophisticated - for the more refined adult palate.
I "discovered" this idea recently when I forgot about a bottle of wine I put in the freezer for a quick chill. When I finally remembered to take it out, I found a frozen bottle of wine. The only thought that crossed my mind? "I bet this would be an awesome summery drink if I could get it out of the bottle." (I know my wine aficionado friends are cringing, but they'll get over it.) However, after a little research, I found my original idea... not so original after all. In fact, the fine folks at The Kitchn found a much easier way to get the wine out of the bottle and into a glass. Thus... (sung in my best peanut butter jelly time voice) it's sweet wine slushy time...
One 750ml bottle sweet, fruity wine, such as moscato or icewine Fresh orange juice or white grape juice (optional) Ice cubes (optional) Orange or strawberry slices, to garnish
Pour the wine into empty ice cube trays. You will need about 2 standard-sized ice cube trays. (Each cube portion is about 1 ounce.) Freeze the wine overnight, or for at least 6 hours.
When ready to serve, place 4 frozen wine cubes in the bowl of a small food processor or a blender. Blend quickly, in sharp bursts, just until the cubes have broken up. They will be soft and flakey to begin with, and it shouldn't take too much processing to turn them into a slush. Don't overprocess; this will turn them into liquid. Scrape the slush into a martini glass, garnish with a piece of fruit, and serve immediately. Repeat for each serving.
Made one a few days ago, and it was very good. Wine not your thing? How about a boozy granita instead?
With the definition of reinvention out of the way, I suppose a little background is in order.
So, just who the heck am I anyway?
Good question. I am a pretty rockin' stepmom, kinda bitter ex-wife, a creative and crafy chick, wannabe rockstar (seriously, you should see me on the stage in my mind - i'm incredible), former romantic, current realist, a "used to was" and once again writer and entrepreneur on the path towards transformation and self discovery.
And for the first time in my adult life, I'm not exactly sure where this path is taking me. Hell, I'm not even sure what path it is I'm on. But I'll stay on the path until I get there.
It's a weird place to be, and not what I'd planned at all. But clearly, the universe has other plans for me. So I'll chronicle my journey, look at the paths taken by others, and explore what it is to re-make yourself into who you're supposed to be while coming to terms with who you thought you were going to be. And because I have a short attention span, I'll delve into the things I love along the way - politics, craftiness, finding gainful employment, entrepreneurship, food, relationships and the occasional cocktail. If I'm lucky, maybe 3 0r 4 people will read this and find a little enlightenment too. After all, a girl can dream, can't she?
1. to invent again or anew, esp. without knowing that the invention already exists. 2. to remake or make over, as in a different form: At 60, he reinvented himself as a volunteer. We have an opportunity to reinvent government. 3. to bring back; revive: to reinvent trust and accountability.
Related forms: re·in·ven·tion, noun
(source: Randon House Dictionary)
This is a journey of reinvention and transformation. A tale about what happens when you realize that the path you chose wasn't the path chosen for you. An examination of a life interrupted and a creative soul reborn.
My goal is to make the journey a little less stressful, to be a little more introspective, and to open myself up to the possibilities that life is offering. Hang out with me. The ride may be a little bit bumpy, a tiny bit scattered, but I welcome the company. Let' s roll...