Tales from the Park Side » Cooking http://paigeorloff.com/blog Life, motherhood, existential crisis. Oh, and moving from Hollywood to the farm. That too. Mon, 25 Apr 2011 20:14:22 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.1 And so it begins… http://paigeorloff.com/blog/2010/05/28/and-so-it-begins/ http://paigeorloff.com/blog/2010/05/28/and-so-it-begins/#comments Fri, 28 May 2010 21:02:04 +0000 Paige http://paigeorloff.com/blog/?p=689 This is actually my second harvest of the year; last weekend, I ate my first arugula salad from the garden. This afternoon, I picked more arugula, my first radishes of the year, and some lovage leaves. Happy. Even happier? Melons and squash seeds have germinated thanks to a heat wave, tomatoes and chiles are in, potatoes are beautifully leaved out, and the broccoli I put in a few weeks ago seems to be thriving (without bolting.) I sound like a gardener, don’t I? Hilarious.

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That’s more than I can say about most of the last 30 days preceding. The last month has, in a word, sucked. Between the H’s terrifying accident, and its aftermath, both physical and emotional, I am completely spent. I used nanowrimo as intensive therapy, escaping into my fictional world every.single.day, even if I didn’t commit any new words to my draft. It was an amazing outlet, and exhilarating to prove to myself that I could actually write a piece of fiction–something I literally haven’t done, save fragments, since high school.

This month, I’ve got a new immersion project, which I’ll reveal at some point, and I am, as a wise friend counseled, just trying to get through the month.

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