Ode to Cupcakes

A student's mom got my sister & I a box of cupcakes from Magnolia's Bakery in NYC. She often brings food once in a while -- I absolutely love her, not to mention her kid is quite brilliant, when he wants to be, and can be adorable (though he's at that age where he might take offense to  being called "adorable").

As Thanks to her, and to the wonderful bakery, I was inspired to write the following ode.

A collection
Of pastel delight
Encased
In clear plastic,
It might as well
Be quality glass
To match
The quality within.
Sweet on the eyes,
Sweet on the nose,
And especially lovely
To the tongue,
Each crafted with
The purpose of enticing,
To pleasure the senses.
Treasure
That perfect swath
Of curliqued frosting --
Pink, mint green, lavender,
Chocolate,
Topped with a scattering,
A carefree pattering
Of rainbow sprinkles,
Result of a spring breeze
That added magic
Upon magic,
Beside the delicate flowers
Of molded sugar.
Take a dollop
Off the tip
With the tip
Of your tongue;
Just to taste.
Treasure
That singular moment
Of biting
Into a cloud
Of chocolate,
Of vanilla,
Of fluffy delight,
That captures
And enchants
Your sensual receptors.
Listen
To the demands
That are made of you:
Wicker chairs,
A porch in line
Of the spring breeze,
A glass decanter
Of barely sweetened
Iced Tea;
Match with
A china saucer,
With pale blue trim
And pink flowers;
Set across the yard
From
A blossoming
Magnolia Tree --
Namesake
To your delight:
Magnolia's Cupcakes.

My characters piss me off

I'm being quite productive with my book... As productive as possible given the months of writers block. The plot is moving along quite nicely until one of my characters (you know who you are >.<) decides to completely annoy me to my wits' end. And it always seems to be him that ends up angering me too. I quote:

"So," he says at length, tell me about this play. Emma's play." He laughs a little at the name.
"What do you want to know about it?"
"Well what is it about?"
She thinks about this. "I can't tell you because the author doesn't know. -.-" "

For those of you who are thinking "isn't the entire novel called Emma's Play?" : technically yes, but there is also a play that the main character wrote with the same title... And it's quite central to the book... But I don't know what this very important play is about. (better explanation here?) I don't know whether I should thank the above mentioned character or resume being upset at him.

Unconscious Writing

Ugly handwriting >.<

General rule that I should follow: don't write when I'm at the point of falling into dead sleep.

If you carefully read my last blog post, you'll probably notice the massive amounts of typos present in the post itself and in the excerpt text... Note the time I posted.
But that does not even compare to what I just churned out in the past twenty minutes or so.
Behold, the evidence of trying to write a book while extremely tired (I did doze off at a few points in the story, as can be seen by the degradation of my handwriting):

"Emma immediately knows what he is referring to. Part of her wants to refuse, and really do what she was 'considering' [sleep], but a currently much more dominant side is urging her to accept. She is at the point where relaxation and a distraction are desperately needed, and craved. Given the unending stresses of the past few weeks, this seems like a pretty good option. Simple, und unhindered fun with a dose of playful forbidden rough long awaited chemistry. So she runs with it, and tells him 'yes'. Within minutes, she receives a followup email to confirm her random Spring Break trip to Nantucket Island (Hyannis? Cape Cod?)"

I don't know how much of that even made sense, given what I was trying to convey. All I know is that it definitely needs to be rewritten... And that last sentence has absolutely nothing to do with the story; those are my almost random spring break plans.
Holy goodness.

Though now I am intrigued; next time I realize my writing is correlating with the inner depths of my unconscious rather than the actual plot, I should just keep going, and see where my pure and uncensored thoughts really take me.

And onto reading about the Middle East.