Thinking about Food

I was thinking about food, recently. Not because I was hungry, but because I was thinking about how food can define a character.

When I first started writing mystery, advice was not to have conversations over the dinner table, and not to waste time describing food. It bogged down the story. These days, I see a lot of food in books; whole series are often centered around food themes.

I love to know what my own characters like to eat. When I’m reading, I like to sit in on the character’s enjoyment or lack of enjoyment of food. It tells me something about them that I wouldn’t get just reading a description, or seeing them in action. It’s more intimate in a way. I know I was surprised when Nick, the police chief in Beach Colors finally got up the nerve to ask Margaux to dinner.

Nick is a rough and tumble kind of guy, raised in a small town, did a stint in the army. They go to formal restaurant with a maitre d and linen table cloths. He was way out of his comfort level, but he came through with flying colors. I must have known he would; after all I made him up. But nonetheless I was so proud of him when he ordered a good bottle of wine.

Then there are the fun food fun things about people. In my latest mystery as Shelley Freydont, the owner of the Apple of my Eye bakery, Dolly Hunnicut, is famous for her Apple Crisp. Now I’m partial to apple crisp and I have a really great recipe which was given to me by a friend whose recipe can certainly give Dolly’s a run for her money.
Dottie is always handing out samples of her baking. I’m going to give Dolly her own page on my shelleyfreydont.com site, because she’s so much fun and her food is so yummy. (Of course I have to test out all the recipes. It’s research!)

Do you like novels that include food? Or does it distract you from the story?

Ideas, anyone?

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I have wonderful ideas in the shower. Whether it’s a writing project I’m working on, or a new recipe for dinner, an entire plot for a new work in progress, or remembering that I need to get the car washed. They come bubbling up from somewhere and burst into my mind like gifts, and most of them leave as quickly as water down the drain.

Which got me to thinking, not about ideas and showers, but down time. What happened to it? Mine seems to have run off and joined the circus.

I love the deep concentration of writing. I love having dinner with friends, going to the museum, taking in a new film.

I go to the gym, I don’t loved that so much. Clean the house, occasionally. Not so enthusiastic about that either. But it really feels good when you’re finished and everything is in its place . . . for a minute.

There’s so much great stuff to do, so many ideas to write about, that I keep forgetting to carve out time to just give in to not doing anything, stop the wheels in my brain, soak in my surroundings, and rejuvenate, let all the extraneous stuff go and let the important stuff arrange itself without my heavy hand.

Sounds like I need to pay some attention to doing nothing. How about you? Has anybody figured out a way to get enough quiet time? How did you do it?

What we’ve done this year

This year I decided to write myself one of those “what we’ve done this year” letters that you get in holiday cards. I love those letters from friends and family. I love to see people’s vacation photos and pictures of their grandchildren. My kids say I’m weird, my Mom says it shows I care about people, my friend Nancy, says it just means that I’m a cheap date.

So what did I do last year? It’s been so busy I can’t even remember last winter. The year was filled with milestones, some joys, some sorrows.

Among the good stuff:

I finished writing two novels. My first women’s fiction, Beach Colors, will be out in June and a mystery, Foul Play at the Fair, a Berkley Prime Crime book, in September.

I finished the second draft of a new women’s fiction called Stargazey Point that takes place in a small fictional town on the South Carolina shore.

I spent several months working with a great team of artists on a full length ballet, Tom Sawyer, choreographed by William Whitener for the Kansas City Ballet and premiered in the new Kaufman Center of the Performing arts.

Looks like the year revolved around work. And that’s a good thing. It’s wonderful to be able to work at what you love.

Which brings me to my quote for today, something I try to remember every day. It comes from that well known American philosopher, Burl Ives.

“As you go through life, make this your goal, watch the donut, not the hole.”

I guess that’s my every year resolution. Do you have a resolution that crops up every year?

Happy New Year.

Shelley