Dinner and Writing

My parents came over to dinner last night to discus wedding stuff. (Yes my whole life does revolve around our wedding right now. Sorry. Well, I'm working on a lit review too, but I have very little to say about that.)

I decided to try a recipe form my new collection -- cabbage and potato stir fry. My mom also brought a butternut squash and green bean curry. Also I made rice. My mom arrived with a pot of curry to warm up as I was finishing my stir fry. While I finished cooking R's mom severed my parents wine and R set the table. The food was good the new recipe came out ok -- but I think I'll put in more red pepper flakes next time.

After dinner we showed my parents various planning documents (budget, timetable) that we had been working on, and also showed them around the house more, as they have most only seen the public areas.

Guys, writing everyday is hard. I've been good (not all my writing ends up here) but some days are a struggle. Like today, when I've been working on this post for several hours. I'll write a bit and then stop and go read some internet and then write an bit. And today I'm not writing anything hard, just basic 'this happened and this happened" stuff. I struggle with knowing what to say. I worry that what I write isn't very interesting. Recently I worry that I'm explaining what happened, but not how it felt.

I envy people whose natural length is too much, because my natural length is nothing. I know I'm improving, and that I can write longer things with much more ease than was one the case. Yet I still find writing everyday a challenge.