Things I did in November to avoid writing my Novel

I bought a dresser from an estate sale,

I painted it in “Mouse’s Back.” I baked

a Christmas cake, presoaking the fruit in

cognac purloined from the liquor cabinet. I

cleaned out my bathroom drawers, all

those cosmetic samples with their

illusory promises. I wrote a honey-do list

for my husband. He ignored it.

I gathered in the fruits of my garden

a single enormous pumpkin bought

for Halloween and still uncut. I cut it open

discovered a thick substratum of flesh, beading

moisture betwixt seed and skin

I felt parsimonious. I made

  • 5 gallons of pumpkin soup.
  • A pumpkin pie.
  • 12 pumpkin muffins.
  • 10 cups of pumpkin purée to be frozen for future use,
  • A platter of roast pumpkin with chili and coriander.

And then I made a cup of coffee.

I sat down. I wrote.

 

Copyright Sam Grieve 11/28/2016

 

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