I want to be able to walk into a cafe and hear a voice ask: “Hi Edlyn, the usual for you today?”
Yes. Completely. Undeniably. Wholly. Desirably. Yes.
The usual is what I live for.
It's me!
by Edlyn
by Edlyn
This day is too beautiful to be spent inside. I’m taking my book and going to find a place to read.
I’ll have goodies for you tomorrow.
by Edlyn
I’m glad I have Awesomepants to tell me this every now and then. I know he reads what I write because he quotes lines from here. Like yesterday: “Baby, I’m the ‘husbandit’.” At least he knows he can’t steal my chocolate. I think.
So far, I haven’t forgotten to blog.
I do feel half-confident about writing what I do sometimes. Just as soon as I do, I remind myself that this is my space. I don’t make tall claims and if I do, you have permission to smack me. Yes, I have grand ideas but don’t we all? Larger than life starts with smaller than small. My ideas take cues from scribbles on a notebook and a brain that I do wish I could shut off sometimes. I’m not sure if this is how most of you write (is it?), but Edlyn was dropped on her head as a baby.
I’d love to make this post an “idea sharing” one. I’m not a new writer so I have some idea of what works for me. This isn’t for me. Rather it’s for those who want a voice. I’m going to write what I think is good advice and you can share some comments on your own experience. What is your opinion on using Twitter, Instagram, facebook for self-publicity? Are comments/likes really that important? How important is good photography? You get the point, right? Since I’ve yet to reap the benefits of such information, you-who-are-more-worthy, your words will be appreciated.
Cool, okay…1. 2. 3. GO.
HOW?
There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are. W. Somerset Maugham
Just begin. I don’t know what finally clicked in my brain but I’m glad it did. I’ve always wanted a blog but constant comparison and demon fighting stopped me from feeling worthy. It’s hard but as soon as you find how cathartic it is to share an honest story, it’s hard to stop.
Everybody has a story. Tell it in the way you know best. If you can talk, you can write. Unless you’re 1. Then I’m sure talking is a bit hard for you too.
You don’t always have to be Miss Universe with a world peace plan. If you look through this blog, you’ll see what a see-saw I am. People might not like your voice but someone is bound to relate. You can be an inspiration, just the same.
The best blogs are perfect but for them, it’s their job. They probably had to work a lot to get there and yes, they now have hired help. You don’t need all of that. All you need is your voice. See how we keep coming back to that?
Inspiration? My favourite inspiration is happiness. When something as simple as a walk outside takes my breath away, I can write so much better because I feel so much more creative. Life is 10% of what happens to you and 90% of what you make of it. So yes, you can also make beauty out of melancholy. Your words will be your guide.
Sometimes I feel I have nothing to say but if I sit on it for a bit longer, I feel I’m a lot more able to come up with something. It’s always better than nothing. Tea always helps. And music. Maybe a cat in your lap. The last one is totally optional.
Read like crazy. If you want to write like a champion, eat like one. The best food is a good book. My favourite authors have a very conversational style of writing. Right now I’m reading “Sex and the City”. Just kidding. I’m actually reading “Istanbul” by Orhan Pamuk. Reading books such as these help me be a lot more uncomplicated with what I want to say, knowing that something so magical can come out of it.
Most importantly: Don’t forget to write.
I won’t, dearest boyfriend. I won’t.
by Edlyn
I’ll admit with not an ounce of regret that potatoes are my number 1 favourite food in the world. I don’t think it’s possible to do anything wrong with a spud and some salt.The person I live with is probably making a stink face if he’s reading this right now (which will happen IN MY DREAMS).
But I don’t care. I liked potatoes before I liked him.
And I liked home fries since last May, when Melissa took me to breakfast on a New York Sunday, the day after I arrived in the US. Immigrant in the house. You know, I’m probably just showing off now, which is totally not what a potato is about.
They don’t mind if you chop them unevenly or don’t peel them or leave them in a basket till they start sprouting from their eyes or use them in a stock and act like they didn’t do squat. They don’t. They just take it.
Makes me cry.
This is my way of thanking them. Selfless potatoes, you matter.
Fried egg and home fries
I used 2 of the Yukon Gold variety (they look exactly like the potatoes we get in India), 1 red pepper and half a white onion.
The recipe I was kind of following suggested I microwave the potatoes for five minutes until the edges turned white. I have said before that I am a borderline snob and one of the things that make me stop and think about how I don’t want to live my life is using a microwave. In our home, we use it as storage space for bananas and sliced bread and maybe banana bread.
Instead, I turned up the oven to a very random 385 degrees F. I chopped the potatoes into cubes (1/2 inch), mixed them with olive oil, and put them on a baking tray lined with foil. I baked them for 30 minutes. At the 15-minute mark, I tossed the potatoes a bit so they would cook evenly. I also realised that 385 degrees F was a bit too random EVEN FOR ME, so I turned it up to 400 degrees F.
While the potatoes were cooking, I chopped the onion and red pepper and fried them in a teaspoon of butter until the onions were light brown. I seasoned with a 1/4 tsp of salt. Not much but you’ll know why soon enough. I put them in a bowl and set them aside. They weren’t happy but they learnt to live with it.
The potatoes came out of the oven. I added a tablespoon of butter to the same frying pan and threw the mothers in. I pressed them down with the back of a spatula and let them cook for 8 minutes. Then I turned it over and did the same thing but I let them sit for 10 minutes. I kept doing this until I got the crisp+soft texture and dark brown colour I wanted. I think it took about 18 minutes. I then added the onions and peppers and some more salt + pepper, mixed it..blah blah.
Home fries, people. My favourite.
Finally, the eggs. A serving for 2, I broke two eggs on the top but in retrospect, maybe I should have cooked the eggs separately and then placed them on top of the potatoes.
You live you learn.
I garnished it all with chives from a pot in my living room and parsley from a grocery shop nearby.
Then I ate it and blogged it.
Now I’m sleeping it off.
Happy happy happy truly HAPPY Sunday to you.
by Edlyn
First it was my pen, then it was a pencil. We have very creative dogs who love making art with their faces and all over the floor.
Lucky us.
I had to take a break from doodling until I could buy some more stationery for myself and the dogs (if they have their way). So yes, I’m back again. I also made a new header which I think is a bit off centre but pretend it’s not. For my OCD friends, pretend REALLY hard. It’s difficult for me too, but I’m staying strong until I suck a bit less with Photoshop and blog design. Here, have a cookie!
It could take a while.
PS: I’m still thinking of names for this series. All I have so far is ridiculous. Ehehehe.
by Edlyn
I may not have all (or any) answers, but I know I’m the happiest when these feet are tired.
….when the fog does little to hide it
….when the winter sun makes me forget what a wuss I am without my fleece
…and when I get to call this my most important meal of the day.
Thanks for the sunshine today, Washington.
Herbert, thanks for the tour. Your mother is a saint; something my unholy self needed to hang around. And Bruce, you’re insane.
INSANE.
I loved every second of it.
by Edlyn
Did you know there’s no appropriate time in the day of the week of the month in a year to eat chocolate? None. I checked. The consensus says it’s now or never. The people have spoken! I’m shaking a little from this powerful information. It’s a mix of excitement and all the sugar I just consumed….
by Edlyn
Florence
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Penny Lane
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by Edlyn
…that I’m having trouble getting out of today. I don’t think it’s wise for me to write when I’m like this. Hopeless and drained from not being able to see beyond a whirlwind in my head. I think too much. I worry about the world and then I worry about myself. I feel responsible for not doing anything about what I see in the news. I feel more responsible for not doing anything about me. Some financial independence would be nice but at least I have a roof over my head.
I keep thinking about how badly I want to work for others and still have some for myself. I don’t have a clear idea what I’d do but I have a few. It’s all I really talk about in my brain.
Forget this. I have to start somewhere. 25 isn’t to old to not know, right?
Soon, soon.
Does anybody want to go to Vancouver with me? I hate hate spending so much time on the Internet chasing my tail.
by Edlyn
A big part of me wants to change the name of this drawing series. I think I’m almost up to a month’s worth of them and the title takes forever to type. I’m a bag of lazy bones. While I think about what the new title will be, here are two more of my creations.
They’re both related to food. Surprise! The first one is a drawing I made Gayle for her happy birthday and the second is related to my recently chocolate hoarding (This kind is mind-altering). It’s one of those things I have to do because I live with a sugar-crazy person who does not know how savour chocolate unless savoring means eating the whole bar.
His new name is husbandit.