Sorry I have been so quiet lately. I’ve just finally reached the pits of deep depression. Anything I might say is either VERY depressing, is completely stupid or sounds like I am out of my mind (sort of am, I guess). It’s not just the cat either. It just seems like EVERYTHING. I know, rationally, it isn’t EVERYTHING, but when depression hits, even a hangnail seems like a big deal. Things will get better, as they always do. I’m just really, REALLY down right now.
I have to go serve (and eat) dinner now. I’m doing a final testing on an Official Orb Recipe. I can’t remember if I mentioned or not that I am working on a cookbook (to hopefully be published and bring me fortune and fame). I think this one is finally perfect, but I won’t know until I sit down and have dinner. After dinner and our usual late-night comedy shows, I’m going to sit in the kitchen until I create something (other than food). I have some artist trading cards to finish and get in the mail, and I feel like painting. Even if the feeling passes, I am going to force it. Sometimes forcing myself to be creative forces the depression to either get as bad as it possibly can or lightened up a little. Either way, it helps the healing process.
I just wish I didn’t feel like my body was weighted down by a thousand pounds of lead. It feels like I am standing on the surface of Venus, minus most of the unbearable heat. In short, depression sucks.
Orbbo Cooks! Yes an Orb Cook book, now that should really be something, judging by some of the stuff you’ve posted that has made its way to the test kitchen at Hobbit Hall. Pleae feel free to post a few sampler and teaser ideas! And don’t forget to make sure your publisher puts New Zealand on your book tour — the Kiwi’s need all the culinary help they can get!
Once I start getting some of the recipes totally finalized, you and Janno can be my testers. I’ll even thank you profusely in the introduction. ;)