Pizza Boats

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Pizza Boats

Seafood Lasagna

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Butter Chicken

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Butter Chicken.  A recipe from an East Idian restaurant in Winnipeg. 

Stream of consciousness

There isn't anyone else...

The bonds that keep me rooted in this spot.

The promises that were made can't be sold or given away.

The transition it all entails is too much to bear. 

There isn't anyone else who could pay for my crime.

There's no going forward, yet there's no going back.

Walking blindly, but seeing all.

In and out of your life like a ghost, like a dream.

I can't leave; I can't stay.

Time, all I need is time to make things right. 

One more day, one more night.  One more year. 

When can I move on?

Forever was always desired but now forever isn't enough.

Here, I'll be easily forgotten, like I've never been.

Incapable of running, unable to hide, not able to stay, and not knowing how to disguise.

My past throws me ghosts and my future shows me nightmares.

I know where to go but not how to get there.

Can I live with the cause of sinking?

My disappointment of all is hard to imagine.

The concern of so many is what controls me.

Why?  When it's only me who has to live my life.  Why are others so influenced? 

There isn't anyone else.

Passed

I’ve passed all my classes, this semester.  Yay!  I can’t believe I’m half way done.  I go back, January 5^th, 2015 for the next and last semester, six classes.  Hopefully I can get through those classes.  I’ll be done, April 24^th.  Did I rewrite my novel over the break?  No, I spent most of my time working on my website.  I'm finished transferring all the files, now I just need to do a bit more typing.  Hopefully I can get my novel rewritten sometime between now and summer.   

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'Falling right off the bone,' Baked Ribs

Swimming in Quicksand

The publisher has dropped me.  I’m so grateful that my novel isn’t going to be butchered.  Originally I felt like I had been plunked into quicksand.  I felt so stuck, the more I tried to save myself, the further I sank.  But now I’m feeling free, kind of.  Now I’m going to rewrite my novel again, because some changes that I have made, but only a few, I want to keep.  Doing that will take a bit of time; normally, it wouldn’t be a problem, but until Christmas break I won’t have much time to work on it.  I’m drowning in homework.  Power point, math, writing, typing, word, and office procedures seem to be engulfing my hours, all the time. 

Of course, my other difficulties include money.  I’m living on so little.  Part-time jobs that I’ve applied for aren’t working.  This town is so different than Thompson, unless you know the right people; you’ll have difficulty in getting a break.  Physically speaking, there are so many things I can’t do.  That’s most of the reason I’m taking this course.  I suck at math, however.  Quicksand!  I’d still like to just write and only write, but I doubt my writing would sustain me.  I’m thinking now that I may never make any money at all for my writing.  Will I quit writing if I never make a cent for it?  No, I can’t imagine a life without writing. 
 
Am I being negative, self-destructive and counterproductive?  I feel like quicksand will be my home for a long time.  I’m terrified I’ll never escape. 

Right now I’m in class, but we’re learning something I know a fair bit about…so I’m writing.  Sigh.  Hopefully I can squeeze in a bit of writing, every once in a while.  Seven months left of classes…let’s see if I survive this year and next.