In our house, wilted veggies is a thing. An expensive thing. And anything driving a wedge between my wallet and me has to go. Writing included.
I get it, perishables perish. The see-through wrapper doesn’t preserve cucumber forever. It just buys you a few days. Kale limps, zucchini slimes, asparagus shrivels, cauliflower browns, sweet potatoes squish. I’ve seen it all and shamefully hidden the refuse.
But my veggie neglect didn’t begin the day I started my blog.
There’s absolutely no guarantee that trading in my writing time will lead to crisp greens and crunchy celery. So why not write? It beats chopping onions.