1. It is hard to keep creative energy flowing in January.
2. Especially when all four of your kids come down with the stomach bug at the same time.
3. I found joy in tending them but I will be so happy when we are all well again… if this is really going to happen, which in the darkish hours I tend to doubt…
4. Is there anything in the world more tasty than a fresh homemade donut? I’d never made one before, so my friend Yvonne invited us all over for a lesson and a party. When the first bite sparkled on my tongue I was smitten. Hard.
5. The world is full of good news and bad news. And many, many words. How do you choose what you listen to?
6. My husband just listened to Jayber Crow on audio and found it stirring and powerful. Now it’s on the top of my to-read list.
7. Especially since the last book I read was a real lemon. What is it with that stripe of classic English literature? The author creates the perfect woman (gorgeous, cultured, spunky, refined) and the perfect man (handsome, muscular, aggressive, and [oh-by-the-way] filthy rich), and places them into extremely compromising situations, from which—having saved each other—they escape with their morality intact but their lives irrevocably one. No one in the world could possibly think of so many exquisitely romantic things to say. Or say them while hanging by one hand off a cliff.
8. (Except, apparently, the novelist, who probably never touched a cliff in his life.)
9. My brother’s T-shirt slogan comes to mind: “Great story, babe. Now go make me a sandwich.”
10. This does not mean I don’t believe in romance.
11. But I prefer the real-life variety.
The random words of Shari are ended, for now. And the sarcastic and weary part of me is fiendishly pleased to see I have eleven observations. This seems to fit.