I think what I need today is one of those peaceful, inspiring blog entries where you sit back and sip your tea and know that all is right with the world.  Unfortunately, I’m not seeing any.  I’ll probably find some if I head off into foodie blogs, but I also won’t see the next few hours, and I have stuff to do.

“Funny” emails are right out.  Sarcasm isn’t going to cut it.  People’s religious sentiments usually make me want to smack them on the head, but if they’re “be nice” instead of “here’s why I get to what I was going to do anyway, which was be a jerk,” I’ll go for that.  My Zen calendar is frustratingly goofy today, and I don’t need girl power.

Twitter and Facebook are full of mindless chatter.  Trivia is just distracting.  Even puns are sour this morning.

I really hope my attitude problem isn’t due to my character.  Yesterday, I burst into tears for no discernible reason other than that my main character was upset.  She’s going to be upset again today.  Hoo-ray.  At least she’s not depressed…oh, that’ll be tomorrow, when she realizes that she’s almost killed a movie star through her own incompetence.

In other projects, I need more info.  I hate being told that I’m not doing a good job and then not being given the tools I need to wow people.  But I guess that’s part of the gig; if people knew what, exactly, they wanted, they’d write the damn books themselves.  But it’s frustrating.  It’s frustrating looking at my bank account and going, “I’m bending over backwards for this?  I’d be making five times as much doing tech editing.”

I’d go out more, but I don’t have the money.

Instead, I think I’m going to let my character take over and make some rice pudding with raisins.  She wants to mess with it.  I don’t think she can help it.  Well?  What did you want to do with it?

Hm…she says.  Balsamic.

What on earth for?

Starch is so starchy.

It’s rice pudding.  Of course it’s starchy.

You need better rice.  That sushi rice is two years old, at least.  De, I’m being polite here.  It has to be at least three years old.  It’s like wandering around with lettuce in your teeth.  Embarrassing.  It even smells old, and you know it.

Fine, fine.  Add the damned balsamic.

I would have done something more original with it if you’d let me mess around with it earlier.

Sure.  Like what?

Rice pudding doesn’t have to be sweet, does it?

Fine.  Make some risotto.

Good point.  I’ll have to think about it some more.  You’re definitely indulging in a sweet tooth when you’re eating rice pudding.  Almond butter?

You’re just saying that because you want to play with the almond butter.

Why not?  Almond butter and balsamic.

ONE bowl.

Okay!

Okay, I see your point.  It’s very good.

And not too sweet.

And not too sweet.