Monday, October 28, 2013

Daydream to story

Sometimes, I let my mind wander off and I start to daydream about the things I  know I'll never have. I think we all do it from time to time: Is it a healthy thing to do?
 I did a lot of daydreaming when I was a teenager, and I  took that as a sign to write fiction. I have a lot of short fiction stories that were never finished. I have a lot of characters that lived sad, happy, exciting, boring, scary, heartbreaking and amazing lives. I have character's I'd love to re-visit - and other characters I hope I never write about again.
It has been awhile since I wrote anything meaningful and worth sharing. It's been almost two months since I've written a fiction piece. I've considered participating in NaNo again this year. How I miss getting lost in a fictional world that I created. For those you unfamiliar with NaNo, it's an acronym that it stands for National November Writers Month. It's a competition with yourself to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I believe I got as far as 28,000 words last year, maybe 30,000.  Or maybe it was 26,000- I don't know, I'm a writer, not a mathematician, I really don't remember how many words I really write.
This year however, instead of trying to write 50,000 words in 30 days, I'd like to focus on the story I have worked on and focus on getting a start to actually have a book published- by the year 2015.
Or maybe, just maybe I'll try to write a whole new story with new characters living in a world I've yet to explore. I have a week to decide what I'll do.

Right now though, I'd like to share a piece of my mind. A few days ago, I daydreamed of owning a restaurant.
I have it all planned out. It would be a smaller sized place where I'd turn it into an athlete's heaven. I'd serve coffee and healthy breakfast. Oranges, and freshly squeezed orange juice, and I'd make smoothies using the fruit I bought at the local farmers stand.  I'd serve apples and apples sauces, and apple cinnamon treats that I made from apples in the fall, and I'd serve watermelon treats in the summers.
I'd serve fresh, crispy raw vegetable snacks and lunches.
For this to be a successful place of business for all athletes, I'd have to serve meats, and protein dishes for the bodybuilders and for those who cannot live on a vegetarian/vegan diet.
I'd prepare meals for those preparing for a competition; for those competing in 5Ks, or marathons; for those cutting weight for an MMA fight, and for those refueling after their competitions. I'd offer catering services to yoga studios, spas and local gyms.
I'd also cook some meals for homeless shelters, especially during the holidays.

My shop would be colorful- with avocado colored walls, with strawberry colored writing. I'd have white tables and chairs, and a bar. I'd have a magazine rack, a bookshelf.  I'd probably play music to chill out to- mellow new age songs that are relaxing.

I'm falling in love with cooking my own dishes, and I live alone so I'm the only one that gets to eat my food. So I'll share a dish I made today. It's called "Tuna Avocado Spinach Salad." There are many ways I could make this, but this is the main raw dish.

Spinach, romaine lettuce and mustard greens on the bottom
Cucumbers, carrots and zucchini
Avocado blended with onion and white albacore tuna fish
Drizzled with fresh squeezed lime

But the only place I own this restaurant  is in a world I'll never live in except in my own imagination.
Maybe this is the world I should explore for a new story.  What would my character's journey in the story be? How could I create a plot that's centered in a small restaurant?
I'd have a big deal chain restaurant trying to destroy the small town owner. Something a lot of people can relate

Or maybe I just  daydream about this restaurant because the only food the coffee shops sell around here are fattening pastries, cakes and cookies and brownies and foods that aren't made for athletes.

Maybe I'm just tired of the rude disrespectful comments people can make about healthy eating- and I dream of a place to eat where healthy food is appreciated- and not perceived as a deprivation.