I was looking at spice grinders on Amazon and everything appears to be marketed towards pot smokers.
I just want to get a consistent texture in my Italian seasoning mix not make pot brownies.
Whatever.
In my current—never ending—writing drought, I find myself still fixated mostly on one project. I might not be making progress, but it’s holding my attention. That’s something, I suppose. I’ll eek out a few lines here and there, but not much. And then I find myself spending three pages having a discussion about mint brownies—and now I just managed to connect spice pot grinders to my writing.
What.
Apparently I have a reoccurring theme of mint brownies in my stories. I can name five projects off the top of my head wherein there is an unnecessary amount of focus on them. There’s probably more, I just can’t think of specifics right now.
I guess it shouldn’t be that surprising. Considering how much I repeat myself EVERYWHERE, it should come as no surprise at all that I’d have a recurring food theme too.
Either that or my subconscious is telling me I need to make mint brownies.
In that case, I should probably listen to it.
The Nug just thinks there are not enough subterranean bunny pigs in my stories.
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