When life hands you lemons...
...you make an absolutly scrumptious lemon zest, garlic, cayenne pepper and salt rub and grille up a steak.
Well, I'm exactly sure if that's what you do (although it does sound like quite the summer dish), but that's the inspiration I found in tonight "The Search for the Next Food Channel Star."
I find myself watching a lot cooking shows. Between this and Top Chef and Iron Chef: America. In fact I find myself watching a lot of reality tv now that I don't have Heroes, or The Shield, or other faves during the summer time. I'm not sure why.
Years ago I wouldn't get caught dead watching reality tv and now...for some reason, I'm drawn to shows that can be found on basic cable. Maybe they just have more validity to them, and there is an air of actual real life persona to them than watching folks in their mid-twenties argue about who is the bigger bitch.
But this blog isn't about grilling. Or reality televison. It's about inspiration.
For instance, today I was making a pilgrimage up to Quincy to return the super-nice camera (that may or may not be worth me), I was stuck in traffic. Never-ending traffic. From exit 13 to 17 on Route 3 north, it was bumper to bumper. And for seemingly no reason. Up and down hills. Left and right around corners. Nothing but steel, rubber and fumes for 30 minutes.
Needless to say, it's irritating.
And then I look in my drivers side rearview mirror and I see the car behind me. Behind me is a girl in big sunglasses driving a white Nissan Maxima.
Now there are certain things that I can be instantly drawn to. And big sunglasses are one of them. I mean, that's probrably what they are designed for, to garner immidiate attention. And it works.
And I see her looking in my direction. Not at me, but like the rest of the drivers trying trying to peer out of her car to see what's causing the back-up.
I try to see I get her attention. I start channel surfing on the XM and find a song with a good beat I could sing around with. And I won't lie, it didn't work. And I didn't think it would work.
I wasn't fooling myself, after all I drive a mini-van.
But it inspired me.
So I grabbed a pen and notebook and jotted down some ideas for a short story.
And I realized then, that I haven't listened to my inspiration lately.
In a while actually.
I guess I could blame Borders, afterall it did suck my will to live, nevermind my creativity too.
And I know that I wax poetic about having a muse. Partially because I like the idea of a single point of inspiration to look to when I feel I need to write, but frankly that point doesn't neccsarily need to be a person (although that would be nice). It's an idea, and revelation.
So with the experience today, I've decided to try and find a muse everyday.
Whether it be a song. Or a quote that I hear. Or an instant of clarity. And write about that.
Let my muse, not be one thing but everything.
Well that and start drinking like Faulkner.
Well, I'm exactly sure if that's what you do (although it does sound like quite the summer dish), but that's the inspiration I found in tonight "The Search for the Next Food Channel Star."
I find myself watching a lot cooking shows. Between this and Top Chef and Iron Chef: America. In fact I find myself watching a lot of reality tv now that I don't have Heroes, or The Shield, or other faves during the summer time. I'm not sure why.
Years ago I wouldn't get caught dead watching reality tv and now...for some reason, I'm drawn to shows that can be found on basic cable. Maybe they just have more validity to them, and there is an air of actual real life persona to them than watching folks in their mid-twenties argue about who is the bigger bitch.
But this blog isn't about grilling. Or reality televison. It's about inspiration.
For instance, today I was making a pilgrimage up to Quincy to return the super-nice camera (that may or may not be worth me), I was stuck in traffic. Never-ending traffic. From exit 13 to 17 on Route 3 north, it was bumper to bumper. And for seemingly no reason. Up and down hills. Left and right around corners. Nothing but steel, rubber and fumes for 30 minutes.
Needless to say, it's irritating.
And then I look in my drivers side rearview mirror and I see the car behind me. Behind me is a girl in big sunglasses driving a white Nissan Maxima.
Now there are certain things that I can be instantly drawn to. And big sunglasses are one of them. I mean, that's probrably what they are designed for, to garner immidiate attention. And it works.
And I see her looking in my direction. Not at me, but like the rest of the drivers trying trying to peer out of her car to see what's causing the back-up.
I try to see I get her attention. I start channel surfing on the XM and find a song with a good beat I could sing around with. And I won't lie, it didn't work. And I didn't think it would work.
I wasn't fooling myself, after all I drive a mini-van.
But it inspired me.
So I grabbed a pen and notebook and jotted down some ideas for a short story.
And I realized then, that I haven't listened to my inspiration lately.
In a while actually.
I guess I could blame Borders, afterall it did suck my will to live, nevermind my creativity too.
And I know that I wax poetic about having a muse. Partially because I like the idea of a single point of inspiration to look to when I feel I need to write, but frankly that point doesn't neccsarily need to be a person (although that would be nice). It's an idea, and revelation.
So with the experience today, I've decided to try and find a muse everyday.
Whether it be a song. Or a quote that I hear. Or an instant of clarity. And write about that.
Let my muse, not be one thing but everything.
Well that and start drinking like Faulkner.