Christene’s Imaginary Friend

As some of you may know, I have been having serious trouble with revisions on my second novel. I have had to fire 2 narrators. If you have ever written a short story or novel, you may understand how difficult it is to revise for a new narrator. You basically re-write every word.

By happenstance, I finally made a mental connection last week that has allowed me to hire a new narrator. I was wondering what an imaginary friend would say about the kid they adopted. Then it occurred to me that the limited omniscient 3rd person narrator is in essence an imaginary friend to the main character. That is to say, the writer invents the narrator almost as much as they invent the characters. If a writer thinks he or she is the narrator, then he or she may need to read up on mental personnas. It is also true that for the purposes of plot, this narrator is invisible to all the characters (excepting humorous books with verbal exchange between characters and narrator).

So, I think my main character Christy now has an imaginary friend who will tell her story.

This will either work, or I will be in therapy.

 

Dairy free clam chowder

If you are a strong believer that chowder must have cream, leave out the coconut milk and call this clam soup.

5-6 potatoes, scrubbed and cubed
1 cup chicken stock
5 cups water

Bring the potatoes to a boil, then simmer for 1 1/2 hours. Mash or blend the potatoes in the pan. Do not pour off liquid. I leave the skins on the potatoes so this has some interest visually.

Add 2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp black pepper, or more to taste
16 – 19 oz can of coconut milk
Clams

I used a 7 oz can, drained. If you want more, use more. If you can get fresh clams, count your blessing and use them. Cook for another half hour and serve.

Sucking the Fun Out of Email

Email is not as much fun as it was when I got my first email account. A few years ago someone sent venomous emails to me and I became very reluctant to open the email account. This reluctance is still happening even though the chances of receiving anything from that person are slimmed way down.
Yesterday I realized that the only emails I get are advertising, newsletters¬† from school and church, requests to help at school, prayer requests, and forwarded forever funnies. There’s nothing enticing in that list. Why would I want to go get my email?
Email has become, primarily, a business form of communication like physical mail. People in office settings, schools and manufacturing all use email to do business.
Social media sites are seeing the same thing happen. Advertising and other business uses appear and the teens disappear. It’s no longer fun.
Do you have the same dread of what emails want you to give or do?
Let’s start a new trend, physical notes to friends to carry news and amuse.

Banana bran bread

4 bananas, mashed
1/2 cup wheat bran
1 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1/2 cup sugar
2/3 cup water
1/3 cup canola oil, or corn oil
1 tsp vanilla

Mash bananas in a bowl. In another bowl, mix dry ingredients. Add water, oil, vanilla and bananas. Pour into 2 greased round cake pans.
Bake at 375 deg F for 40 min. Check with toothpick.