Land of the Gluten Free, Home of the ???

problem with gluten free bread

Boo hoo!

Complaining about their posh, gluten free life while spending $8 on bread.

(Disclaimer: Sure gluten bothers a lot of people, but you can be gluten free and not eat sandwich bread. Land of the free! Home of the brave AND the diabetic, obese, dementia and cancer &autoimmune disease-ridden people with skyrocketing rates of developmentally disabled children. ‘Murica!)

Feel free to send your complaints and letter bombs dusted with whole wheat flour to or comment.

America the breadbasket of the world

Recently, I purchased a loaf of gluten free bread for just under $8 US. (It was an extra large loaf. The standard size is close to $5 in my region.) The design of the packaging makes it so that the contents are difficult to examine prior to purchase. The bread is usually frozen as a means of preservation. When I attempted to remove 2 slices, the perfectly shaped product broke in half revealing a thought provoking reality.

problem with gluten free bread

So Many Possible Interpretations So Little Time

I was a bit frustrated with myself this week as I’d fallen off my self-imposed blogging duties. I missed Marketing Monday (opens new window/tab), as well as Truthful Tuesday (opens new window/tab) and Writing Wednesday (opens new window/tab). Here we are on Thoughtful Thursday (page jump) with First World Problems Friday (page jump) looming on my calendar. Then I realized, this image can serve as inspiration for 3 posts! Click the day listed above to skip to whatever is of interest or prepare to scroll like a madman. Forewarned is forearmed: Reading a Friday post on a Thursday may cause dizziness, blurred vision and vomiting. Go on, you rebel!
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Fire the internal editor for the first draft

robert de niro quoteAmateur Writer Mistake #3 — I went back to re-read the stuff from the day before. I thought it would help inspire me to continue forward and pick up where I left off. Selfishly, I wanted to recycle that dopamine hit from the day before. (You know, the one where you look back on your effort with pride, pat yourself on the back and bask in your own brilliance?) So I broke the rule and re-read. BAD idea. It’s the first draft and I know better. BAH! Yesterday’s brilliance is today’s folly and my inner editor was horrified. “Half as long! Half as long!!!! What is this meandering? Your character has changed his personality far too much! This stinks to high heaven!” (My inner editor shouts and isn’t the least bit kind.) I want to go back and re-write rather than move forward. Disappointed and overwhelmed with self-doubt, I consider quitting. The defeatist says, “what is the point of this?! I’m wasting my time! I’m going to make tons of mistakes.” (like I do in Life…uh oh…hello darkness my old friend….) And then, imaginary friends, the writing stops. I’ve paralyzed myself with doubts and negativity. Logically, I know how the process works: Write it all out in a rush, go back and refine, then refine some more, and polish it. Next, pass it to someone else so they can rip it to shreds. Then fix it and refine it. On and on it goes until maybe, it’s as good as it’s gonna get and you send it out into the cosmos. If you’re lucky, someone reads it. Then you might be allowed to crawl into someone’s head and run amuck providing new experiences and imagery forming a temporary connection. Is that the pay-off, the temporary connection? (*mind explodes*) Well, let’s not think too long about that right now. There are stories to be told, ideas to be shaped and sentences to be sculpted. Here comes the dopamine!

Are you a plotter or (I hate this term) pant-ser? (pantsing is writing without an outline) Email or Comment.

Spontaneous Creativity

What's Your Story?I wrote a lot of dialogue for my book today. I have more than one plot line in the novel and I’ve been stuck on how to begin the sideways part of the story. A flood of ideas came to me as I was exercising. I imagined a quirky conversation that could shape many of the events in the chapters to come. I scratched notes in the midst of cardio (Penmanship from another planet) and typed it up with sweaty hands while wheezing. I was riding a personal high from having been so spontaneously productive. My mind is like an Internet Browser with lots of open windows and tabs. Some of them are minimized and pop up unexpectedly. I think the creativity window is one of those that’s always open and running. If I feel stuck, I can switch my activity and ideas come when I’m not concentrating on the project. There are other times when I can hardly see the world just for what it is as everything I look at becomes a metaphor or leads to some epiphany. If any of that yields productivity, it’s especially exciting.

Do you live in metaphor? What types of things do you do to inspire creativity? Email or comment.