Gone Fishin’
April 10th 2012 - Posted in administrative, Life
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I didn’t think to make a big post mentioning it sooner, as I wasn’t sure anybody would care, but some of you have sent emails asking (and thanks for that – they are very much appreciated), so here’s the scoop – I am officially on a break while I work to finish a book that I started some time ago.
Why now? Well, the timing is good. I am in between regular gigs, and I’m feeling a bit burned out in terms of social media and keeping up on local food news. I’ve been trying to find time to really work on this book (a collection of food-related stories and essays) since the beginning of the year, and no matter how much I tried to juggle my schedule to make it fit, there just never seemed to be time.
After seven years of work at various food-writing gigs on a mostly full-time basis, I’m also feeling burnt out. Meals that should have been memorable and distinct have all started to blend together in my head, and while I’m excited at how amazing Toronto’s food scene has become in the past few years, I’m also overwhelmed; it’s become impossible to keep up – with restaurants, with food blogs, with events or news. Add to that the 15 (!!) pounds I’ve gained in the past few years, and it’s clear that I need to be eating fewer restaurant dinners of foie gras and pork belly and many more homemade salads.



Despite my plan to avoid social media while working on my book, I’ve spent the earlier part of this afternoon over on FaceBook discussing
I spent last week not working away diligently on my book but flat on my ass in front of the television. After successfully avoiding every cold, flu and virus for the past 12 months, something finally caught up with me and it was as if all the cooties that I had avoided for the past year were rolled up in one great dose of coughing, hacking and snot. And because my throat seemed to take the worst of it (I swear, every time I get a cold, my speaking voice drops another half octave, and stays that way. I can live with sounding like Kathleen Turner, but eventually I’m going to sound like Barry White, and that’ll suck.), I downed a gallon of iced green tea (yes really, homemade, plenty of honey and lemon) every single day just to keep the coughing fits at bay. (Dudes, I have ALL the anti-oxidants.)
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