Many Glad Tidings!
As you know, last week, I chose to try out vegetarianism. Sounds like a religion doesn't it? Well, I can tell you from first hand experience, practicing it didn't turn my water into wine, and the only pilgrimage I went on was the treacherous trek through my 594 square foot apartment to my fridge.
Here's what surprised me, I didn't feel deprived. I didn't feel vaguely hungry, at least not any more than I usually do around 3pm. In fact, I felt pretty dang satisfied. I found some decent recipes online, gave them a go, and it sort of worked.
The experience wasn't without it's downsides though. The recipes I made, didn't quite hold up for the whole week. For dinner I'd baked this Mexican inspired zucchini lasagna. I sliced a couple of zucchinis into thin strips and layered them evenly between corn, black beans, tomato sauce, and most importantly, cheese. It was a spectacular dish for the first few days but by Thursday, however, the zucchini imposter noodles began to disintegrate, turning into a sloppy pseudo-Mexican/Italian mush. Cue the grilled cheese.
While the exercise was fun, and I know there are some delicious vegetarian options out there, I don't know that I would choose to completely cut meat out of my diet. It's too tasty. Although, I will strive to continue adding more vegetarian meals into the mix.
And now a tale of my poor decision making skills. Thursday of last week, after a normal day of work, I decided I deserved some wine. Why not? I'm a single woman in the 21st century. I'm entitled to a little vino every once and a while. I'd purchased a 1.5 liter box of chardonnay that needed finishing off; it was taking up valuable space in my fridge. So I filled the delicate glass completely to the brim and sipped away.
Then came the thoughts.
I started thinking about stories these days. There is some great TV right now (Game of Thrones, Stranger Things, The OA, etc), and there's a TON of crappy TV. sip sip. I started thinking about all of the stories in my head and about how I wish people would write believable love stories, not sensationalized. sip sip sip. If I didn't write down my stories..then who would? sip sip. It was after I'd finished the full glass of sugary sweetness, I'd made up my mind that I, Angela Michele DeCamp (first of her name) was a writer.
GOSH DANGIT, I HAVE A STORY TO TELL!!!!!
I cracked my knuckles, licked my chapped lips, and searched the web in a delirious blur until I found it, Scrivener. It's author's software...I think. It is supposed to help you organize your story or something. Naturally, I immediately downloaded it.
Oh, it's also $50.00. Found that out.
In art news, I've made some headway in my girls painting this weekend. I darkened up the background a bit and worked on the figures. I will master this painting even if it's the death of me. I just keep feeling like such an amateur with it. The colors are too bright. The lines are too squiggly, it looks like a big cartoon.
Gotta keep trying. I want to do these wonderful women justice, and know I have the capability of turning it into something wonderful....It's just going to take some painstaking hours in front of my easel. Honestly, I'm annoyed that this painting has been taking so long. I MUST COMPLETE IT OR I WILL GO INSANE.
Maybe I am insane.
Until Next time...
Angela DeCamp is an Indianapolis based artist. who enjoys the finer things in life: black coffee, carnival tickets, the sound high heels make when they clickty-clack on the sidewalk.