It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about writing. The reason for that is that I haven’t been doing a lot of it for a while now. I’ve been having what are termed “complaints of a depressed nature” since January, usually the month I’d expect to be productive again after a  post NaNo dip and other obligations in December. I haven’t blogged about those much either for the simple reason that I’m relatively certain it would only make me more depressed.

But I’ve been feeling a little better  lately, and I’ve been doing some writing. One thing I’m rather proud of is that I’ve written an entire short story, during a train journey. The fact that it was written on the train hardly matters as such, but it did mean writing a short story within a few hours. And, with novels as my natural writing length, writing a short story, or more to the point finishing one, in a reasonable amount of time is quite an accomplishment for me. It’s also one of my shortest short stories to date, not much over a thousand words long.

Other than that I’ve decided to get back to two projects at once, trying to finish the second part of my latest NaNoWriMo efforts and getting back to the rewrite on a previous work I hope to get into a publishable condition. I’m not making terribly great speed on either of those projects, but the fact that I’m touching them at all after months of inactivity is encouraging (I hope).

I got to thinking about pizza the other day. Not really as random as that, I happened to be walking past the local pizza place, from there it wasn’t a huge leap of logic. Anyway I finally reached the conclusion that ambrosia is only the food of the gods because, along with all the other challenges of living atop a mountain, the Olympians probably weren’t able to get pizza delivered fast enough to keep it from getting cold.

And as I was thinking about pizza delivery, I started weighing the pros and cons of it. On the plus side it comes in handy when you don’t have any food available, or at least nothing you fancy. On the other hand there is a major problem with pizza (whether delivered or not) and thats putting on weight, at least it is in my case. The simple reality seems to be that pizza is as attracted to the fat cells in my stomach as I am to pizza.

But that wasn’t the end of my train of thought – it was a rather long walk. What struck me was that I can order food, for a price that is affordable at least on an incidental basis, and have it delivered within an hour (faster from some of the more expensive services). There’s something inherently decadent in worrying about the ready availability of too much food, rather than too little. Guess that makes me decadent then…