Restaurants I Would Try Again, and Some I Can’t

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite restaurant?

My favorite restaurant hasn’t existed for years. A restaurant that was simultaneously fancy and playful, quirky and upscale, Bluestem in KC was a place I had only gone to once, but wish I had gone to at least another time. By the time I had an opportunity to go again, it had closed.

I remember an amuse-bouche (a nibble of curiosity), a wonderful cheese tray, and a comforting atmosphere. I felt like I didn’t have to be someone else to enjoy the place, I didn’t have to play dress-up in a black dress or a red suit, and I could enjoy imaginative and upscale food without impersonating someone sophisticated. I appreciate great food, but not so much pretension.

Another favorite restaurant which is still open would be Waldo Thai, again in Kansas City. They do Thai and Thai fusion food. Their dishes are authentic and show the best of Thai food: the melodious use of spices and citrus, rich coconut milk and sweet soy; all the things I remember from cooking at a Thai cafeteria in the late 80s. Much more sophisticated, though. I would like to work my way through their drink list.

A restaurant doesn’t have to be fancy to capture my fancy. I enjoy going to Swagat north of KC, which is a very solid Indian restaurant with an excellent buffet. I especially love their goat curry, although that is always served bone-in, so it takes some care to eat. If it were closer, I would try to eat there weekly. There’s also Raku in my town, where I go for their relatively non-brothy ramen, which has become one of my favorites.

I am always looking for new favorites. If I were to visit you, what restaurant would you recommend?

No to Dallas

Daily writing prompt
What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?

The place in the world I never want to visit is Dallas, TX. From everything I’ve heard, it’s big, excessive, and ugly. And rich. With cowboy culture, which does nothing for me.

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The entire state is offputting to me — “Everything’s bigger in Texas? Never mind.” I don’t like rugged individualism, bravado, or bluster. San Antonio was nice, however; I especially liked the Riverwalk. I’ve been to Houston, which seemed generic with a lot of medical facilities.

I enjoy visiting places with lots of coffeehouses, eclectic people, great ethnic restaurants, an arts scene, a lot of diversity, a chill attitude. Dallas at least has the arts scene, and Tex-Mex restaurants (I’m not motivated by Tex-Mex). But it’s not enough.

Finally, there’s the politics. Texas is as deep red, Trump-loving as a state could get. I can’t deal with that these days, with Trump tearing down the country out of his usual sense of spite.

I don’t see myself visiting Dallas anytime soon.

Retired, Published, and a Cat

Daily writing prompt
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

When someone asks me what I want to be, my flip answer is “retired, published, and a cat.” I have already been published, if self-publishing counts. Realistically, I will never be a cat, although a lifetime lounging around and not paying the mortgage appeals to me. That leaves retirement.

I should be retired by 10 years from now. I’m 61, and I could retire now if I wanted. I could have retired two years ago, but I wasn’t ready. I plan to retire at 67, so by 10 years from now, I should be retired.

What will retirement look like for me? Probably writing and gardening, like life looks now, only without the classes, meetings, and internship visits. A lot calmer. I look forward to time that is mine.

Coffeehouse Thoughts

I’m at the Broadway Cafe in Kansas City, hoping my seedlings upstate are doing well. I’m drinking a latte and absorbing a real coffee house ambiance, which I have needed for a while.

Not that I dislike my local Starbucks, because it fills in for the real coffeehouses we’ve had in town, and is better than the current place that serves coffee downtown, which is a defeated pile of go-cups. But it’s not a real coffeehouse experience because of its corporate nature.

Coffeehouse thoughts: It’s about three weeks till the end of the semester, for which I am really thankful. Summer will have interns, but that means a much more flexible schedule with some rest. That sounds good to me.

I feel exceptionally calm right now, like I will make it to the end of the school year without the disturbances of the past, without unfinished projects with looming deadlines. It feels good not being manic or depressed or both.

Writing is going slow; I haven’t quite found the rhythm of the story yet. It hasn’t developed into enough of a story. I need to get there and not run away from another novel.

I need more coffee. I could fall asleep in my latte right now.

Ice Skating

Daily writing prompt
What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?

I’ve always liked to watch ice skating. It has rhythm and flow and moves that thrill. This year, however, I have discovered Ilia Malinin, the world champion at the moment (although not Olympian), and he’s a world apart.

Never mind the quadruples that only he can do. Those are nice. But what about that backflip? That looks like a great way to kill oneself, but he nails it every time. I don’t know how he does it and makes it look easy. Not a single error that I could see.

I’ve watched his short routine six times so far. I’m obsessed. It makes me want to watch more ice skating, which I realize I haven’t done in a while.

Taking Care of my Mental Health

Daily writing prompt
Describe one positive change you have made in your life.

The most positive change I made in my life in the past 15 years was getting on psychiatric medication. It’s not as easy a decision as one might think, even though I was in the middle of a mixed episode, which resulted in suicidal ideation in the middle of a hypomania. It was bipolar II, something I had lived with all my life, and which I thought I had managed well.

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I had not managed it well, I discovered when I went on medication. Despite the fear that it would take away my creativity (a fear of many people with bipolar disorder), it gave me the discipline to sit and write. Rather than take away my personality (another common fear), it stabilized me to where I had a personality rather than mood swings. I looked back on various parts of my life where I made risky decisions, and realized that those decisions weren’t me, they were the disorder steering me toward stupid actions.

I wish I had found the medication sooner. It takes the average person with bipolar seven diagnoses before bipolar is breached. Mine was considered dysthymia (mild depression), then double depression later. The hypomania was not diagnosed because it looked like mood swings rather than a constant mania.

The medication doesn’t fix everything. I have a precise sleep schedule that keeps me on an even keel. I take care of myself and stay away from highly stressful situations when possible. I have been doing this for years and have only had minor outbreaks of hypomania or dysthymia; medication tweaks keep those in control.

I like the decision I made to go on medication. It’s made all my other good decisions possible.

Another Book Already?

Did I mention that I’m working on another book? I don’t remember whether I did.

Anyhow, it’s another book in the Hidden in Plain Sight series, which is already full of stories, but I thought I’d write another. This one, which does not have a title yet, happens in 2015, before any of the other books so far. It is the setup for the collective Hearts are Mountains featured in Whose Hearts are Mountains, which has not been released yet. It’s an origin story about how a bunch of Archetypes, beings who are usually solitary, form a commune in the Nevada desert.

It’s going slow, especially as there are necessary conversations that have to drive my main characters to where they actually contemplate such a crazy thing. I feel like I’m doing too much talking as I write, but I’m in the “getting the words down” stage. I’m thinking, though, I’m thinking of how to get more action in the first three chapters.

There’s also a love affair between an archetype and a human, which results in a Nephilim who is not brought up to understand her heritage, who also becomes important to the plot of Whose Hearts are Mountains. So the events of twenty years later have their roots in this story.

I love the process of watching a story take shape, even one that presents a struggle such as this one.

Exercise? No Fun

Daily writing prompt
What’s the most fun way to exercise?

There is no fun way to exercise, according to my overweight, 60-year-old body. Unless typing is a calisthenic exercise, I doubt I can call any exercise fun. And yet …

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I think fun exercises are ones where you don’t feel like you’re exercising. Walking is a great exercise if you have some place to go, like an ice cream parlor. Or if you’re bird watching. Someone is going to tell me that walking slow is not vigorous enough to be exercise, which means they want to turn walking into a less than pleasant exercise.

Playing sports is a fun way to exercise if you like competition and mastery and you’re good enough to not be a liability for a team. I am slow and painfully uncoordinated, and have not found the competitive sport that will not shame me. People get hurt when I play softball. I can’t even play miniature golf.

Gardening is fun exercise, if you have fun pulling weeds. I don’t. I garden because there’s food at the end of the process, and I plant unusual herbs just for the joy of tasting something most people don’t use fresh. The exercise is just an unpleasant side effect of bending down repeatedly to pull weeds.

My favorite exercise, in other words, is accidental.

Daily writing prompt
What animals make the best/worst pets?

I once visited a place called the Exotic Feline Rescue Center in Crown Point, Indiana. The man there rescued big cats like lions and tigers, previously owned by people. The owner kept them behind chain-link fences, where they had enough room to roam in their pens. If it weren’t for people who would adopt cubs, only to find out that once they got big, they were not cute, but dangerous, the place would not exist.

Big cats think they’re playing, but they’re far too rough for a human to withstand. A friend of mine got knocked down by a half-grown lion who stole her hair bunchie and started playing with it. She had strained muscles down her back from the tackle. She was lucky it was only that. Sometimes big cats turn on their owners.

I don’t know why anyone would keep a big cat except to invoke fear and admiration. To have a status symbol. But the cat can strike back, cost a lot of money for their carnivore diet, and propose a big problem if one wants to get rid of it. I don’t think anyone should keep a big cat.

Over and Over

Daily writing prompt
What book could you read over and over again?

I wish I could say the book I would read (and have read) over and over was a high-brow book, like The Return of the King. I wish it was a staple of fantasy, something that would give me geek cred. But the book is as mass-market as any book selling at the grocery store, and it still captures me every time.

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The novel is Origin in Death, by JD Robb. JD Robb (alternative pen name for Nora Roberts) writes futuristic crime novels. She’s written a lot of these, perhaps 40. Reading them is like eating popcorn — tasty, addictive, and a little more nutritious than you might think. Her protagonist is a police lieutenant, Eve Dallas, who runs the murder squad at Cop Central. She’s excellent at what she does, and she’s a bit curmudgeonly. She’s married to one of the richest men on earth, a former jewel thief who goes by the name of Roarke. Roarke, with his larcenous ways, makes a perfect partner in fighting crime.

The specific story, Origin in Death, involves a father-son pair of doctors who are killed within a day of each other. The murder trail leads to a network of underground hospital wards and a conspiracy to supply men with the perfect lover/wife. How the doctors manage this is part of the light science fiction that JD Robb trades in. There are twists to surprise, and a big chase scene at the end that made me wish for a version for the screen.

I read this novel now and again. It’s quick to get through, and I know all the plot twists. But it remains entertaining, and perhaps the best of JD Robb’s In Death series.