an equal opportunity eater.
Taking the neurosis out of food, one meal at a time.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
For years I've wanted to live inside the pages of a sleek, glossy magazine, filled with perfectly coiffed people, with all musses and disasters cropped out of sight and existence.
Being a part of a reality show has never interested me. (No, nobody's asked, either). Oh the vulgarity! The drawma! The fake eyelashes, heavy makeup and high heels!
I've decided that what I really need is a skilled novelist shaping my story arc, giving it layers, depth, unexpected plot twists, and an emotionally resonant and satisfying ending that brings the house down with epiphanies and spiritual awakenings. That's right. But not too much drama, okay? And let's take plenty of time building to the ending, shall we? In fact, let's have the ending more of a threshold to a whole new adventure.