I'm not a photographer, my camera is nothing special, and I'm not promising art, here. But the idea is to take one picture a day, every day, for a year. I hope to develop a better eye, get better at using my camera, and produce a day-by-day chronicle of 2010, my Year of Creating Dangerously.
A jug of wine and Pandora help me across the finish line as I surpass my goal of 50,000 words in November. Crazy Like Fox will be finished by tomorrow.
Today's Pulled Pork and Pineapple Breakfast Rice, the result of a conversation that started with that First World-Only lament, "There's nothing to eat."
I am a novel-writing flight attendant in the midst of a reckless fling with the Short Story. My first novel, KISS ME, STRAIGHT, is currently looking to get published, and my second, the Mermaid Murder Mystery FOUND IN THE LOST CITY, hopes to be serialized soon. I keep flying because travel in general, and the airplane in particular, are self-renewing sources of amusement and inspiration.