Leftovers

Leftovers. I don’t mind having them for dinner,

the same meal I had yesterday or the day before.

In fact, since I prefer not cooking everyday, when

I do prepare my meals, I make enough for two or

three sittings. If I have the makings of a decent

narrative for my writing, I’ll go all out in the prepar-

ation with no intention of feasting on the same the

next day. Chicken today, meatloaf tomorrow varia-

tion in themes, different words and phrases, that’s

the way I roll. Yesterday, I wrote about a Dead End.

Seems a difficult task backpedaling from that and

beginning all over again. I have the tendency to

recount the past anyway. Must find a way of

making the old seem new. It’s like re-wraping

and re-gifting a present someone has previously

given you. I shall try to use quotes when that

happens. So, what in hell to do should the Idea and

Word Well runs dry, a situation which happens with

writers now and again? I’ve got this idea, rather than

rehashing the same old crap involving folks such as

you and I, perhaps I might twist and turn my phrase-

ology around and make it sound as if it was all about

some other guys. Everyone loves to feast upon some

juicy gossip every once in awhile. There are those who

could scarf up on that meal everyday. You know Ruth,

don’t you? You won’t believe this, but she and Jim…

Well anyway, I didn’t use the word “backpedaling”

in my piece yesterday.

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Chris Hanch 4-9-2020