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Holding my Nose

I hate vegetables, especially raw vegetables. Now, I don't hate them so much that I don't eat them, but I cannot eat vegetables independently. In other words, you will never see me snacking on carrots, slicing up a cucumber, or eating cherry tomatoes fresh from the garden. I will eat salads; I will put veggies on burgers or sandwiches, but I will never eat them alone.

There is a list of vegetables that I will never eat such as canned spinach. It wasn't until college that I ate raw spinach for salads (partly because I didn't like lettuce). Most cooked carrots I won't eat unless it's part of a stew, roast, or sweetened (I love caramelized carrots, by the way).

When I was kid, however, I was required to eat my vegetables. My parents had two rules for my sister and me: one bite to taste a new food, but if we didn't like it, we didn't have to eat anymore; one spoonful of vegetables we didn't like. On the days in which I didn't have mashed potatoes (the best way to hide vegetables to my way of thinking), Mom and Dad told me to hold my nose, close my eyes and eat the vegetables I didn't like first then follow it by something I enjoyed, like applesauce.

The concept worked when I was a kid, and to this day, I sometimes practice the idea when I'm working on a project; though, I don't always close my eyes. Take a deep breath and finish the worst part first.

I'm currently working on the third book of the Azure Maris series, Azure Depths as well as beginning the process for the second book in Orfhlait's series called (tentatively) Stars of Wool. In both cases, my characters have to go through some dark journeys to reach the end, and I haven't wanted to face either situation. The dislike has, in many cases, thrown up walls around what I want to do with the books, making it even harder to finish them.

What to do?

There are many ways around it including, but not limited too: cleaning the house, weaving, arguing with other books, learning a new skill, watching TV, playing video games, reading (a lot), taking long walks, talking with friends, visiting places, or just staring at a blank computer screen until blood forms.

I've done all but the last (I don't have the patience for it).

So, finally, the best way is to attack it from angles so I don't see it coming; to knock off the scary parts first then write to the scary parts. Another way is to tap into the emotions; my fear can power both characters since they, in essence, have a similar fear.

Section by section; thought by thought. Take time to focus on the project, and give myself time to recover. The scenes, and the books are emotionally taxing, but necessary for story development.

Hold my nose, hide the veggies, and finish them quickly.


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