Today’s episode is brought to you by: Nutella (and Guilt)
Ah, Nutella, that delightful and oh-so-indulgent hazelnut-chocolate spread*. There are imitations, but the original is still tops for me. It makes even gluten-free bread taste good (especially when ‘generously’ applied**).
As for the guilt, that actually isn’t about the Nutella (though perhaps I should add that to the list). Instead, it’s about a promise I made — a story I owe to someone very dear to me — and have failed to follow through on. It’s a very different story than anything I’ve written so far and the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t think I could do it justice.
Basically, I chickened out and I’ve been chickening out repeatedly for a few years now.
But no more. My excuses (new baby, TDYK, et cetera) no longer hold up***, and I need to make good on this.
So, armed with a healthy slather of Nutella, I’m back in. I even tried composing at the keyboard to help speed things along, but an hour and change of writing time has resulted in a whopping 3 paragraphs, each of which has been repeatedly revised and none of which feels quite right yet.
So, back to pencil and paper, but that’s fine by me. The door is open at last and I’ve stepped through. Even these few paragraphs are a start and the story is already blooming in front of me.
* For which I must thank Frank, my German flatmate during my time studying in Ireland. This was the first time I’d seen or heard of such a thing, and as far as I could tell, he subsisted nearly entirely on the stuff, but never suffered any ill effects. Amazing constitution he had.
** Danger! Danger!
*** Not that they ever really did. Thanks also to my brother and sister-in-law for their help in getting me in gear, too.****
**** With deep apologies to my wife, who did not say ‘I told you so’, much though I deserved it.