Preserves

 

Below is a guest post by Sheri, this month’s content contest winner! She blogs over at 50×50 about her intent to lose 50lbs by her 50th birthday. Please settle in and enjoy this very delicious story she has written about handmaking plum preserves. It will leave you in stitches. I guarantee it. And thanks to everyone who participated! I will be tweeting all of your awesomely lovely posts throughout the week!

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Settle in.  I have a little summer story for you.I am not a good cook.  You would not want to come to my dinner party because you would be served food that was beige.  And not in a good way.
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ON THE PLUS SIDE

 

(Thursday writing prompts for “What Does This Remind You Of?” will now be bi-weekly).

 

Well friends and family, the time has officially come–I officially have my very own YouTube show. And it really did just come out of the clear blue sky and fall into my lap.

 

A really good friend of mine/website owner/budding entrepreneur named Tone, who I am exceedingly envious of, emailed me a few weeks ago asking if I wanted to be a YouTube host for my very own show.

 

Well, obvs.

Content Contest

 

I had a weirdly shitty day today and that hasn’t happened for awhile so all I want to do is love away all of my troubled thoughts and have a nice, fun contest.

 

I’m not sure how many of you are bloggers, I’m assuming many of you are, but I’m thinking I want to feature a different voice here on A Novel Quest every so often. I love blogging of course, but I also love reading other people’s blog posts, and I’d like to feature some other great content here once in a great while.

 

What Does This Remind You Of 5
 

Photo credit: p-akman

 

Below is part of a weekly series called What Does This Remind You Of? If you’re a blogger, learn how you can participate at the bottom of this post!

 

This week’s picture is dark and sad, but I’ve loved dark and sad since my emo years as a teenager, and I’ve never quite recovered.

 

This picture reminds me of tears in the dark, of feeling and of being alone, of plunging into the cold to feel something. Maybe it’s the hands over the woman’s face that makes it so depressing, as that gesture is usually reserved for oh no and I don’t believe it.

Chanel

 

I’m really excited right now because I’m eating. Food is soooo freakin’ delicious I can’t even think about anything right now but this tangy wonderful caesar salad I just got from Starbucks. Adam always makes fun of me because I always classify all food that we eat as tasting sooooo good.

 

But it just is.

 

Photo Credit: Jaime Martinez

 

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This picture immediately reminds me of a book I read not too long ago called New Self, New World by Philip Shepherd. There’s a part where Shepherd talks about how when he was younger, he would repeatedly try and dip his full body nude into a river that was freezing cold. I forget what he was trying to accomplish, having read it so long ago, but since the book was about getting out of the head and more in tune with the self as a whole, I feel like his efforts to dip into the freezing cold were his way of doing just that.

28 Mar, 2014

All Shook Up

 

Not too much going on over here in the kingdom of Monique, wanna-be writer, entrepreneur, super hero, ballet dancer, actress, contortionist, etc.

 

Except for maybe a slight earthquake.

 

I was sitting here drafting up edits to the latest design proof of my website (side project), when the bookshelf beside me started ticking. And by ticking I mean slightly trembling. My kitchen was also ticking. I instantly knew it was an earthquake but had no idea what to do in that instant.

 

What Does This Remind You Of #4

 

Photo credit: Joel Schekman 

 

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Ordinary things in extraordinary places. My brain is automatically confused. Indoor door in an outdoor sea.

 

I hear the cool, rushing water. The closed door is an emblem of wonder. There’s no telling what’s on the other side in this moment. It’s blocking out a world that seeps and rushes around it. It doesn’t shut out a thing.