A BLOG ABOUT MY WRITING and THE THOUGHTS THAT DISTRACT ME

Belly Stuffed

Do you stuff yourself on holiday food?  I don’t mean at parties where you’ve got to be polite.  I mean the at-home family holiday meals.  I’ve only taken two bites out of my piled-up plate and I’m already thinking about the ‘seconds’ I’m going to get.  I’m thinking about the stove and which pots are situated where, and how much food I last saw in them.  There was plenty of cooked cabbage and plenty of black-eyed peas, plenty of stew meat and gravy, but not that much rice.  There was a whole pan of cornbread squares, so I know I’m gonna get me more of that, slaps some more margarine on it (gotta make sure the cornbread isn’t cold).

Just a couple of hours ago, I was planning my upcoming exercise regimen and the healthy, no so hearty meals I plan to have in my diet.  But today, none of that applies.  I feel like a bear about to go on hibernation.  I know it is a bit sinful to glutton after more than one’s share of food, but I don’t do this regularly.  I am a relatively skimpy eater (well, honestly I seek out to be, at least).

I always wondered if we as humans have that a bit of the hibernation instinct; because of the winters.

Anyway, Happy New Year!

Jacque’ Howard

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My First Completed EbookNovember 11th, 2013
I will put my first Ebook on Amazon

The Background: Swamp Scene in Avoyelles Parish

The scene is a swamp in Louisiana, my home state. It is also the setting of my beloved story that I will finish one day, even if I have to take it up to Heaven in a folder with a pen. God would say, "you're still carrying around that thing?" I would nod my head and give him a humble blink, my pen and paper in hand. He would then ask, "so how are you going to get it to your audience when you're done?" I would gulp and give him another humble blink. Then I'd look down at my work and a grin would grow on my face . . . (you won't get it until after you read my book, once I do finish it. . .)
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