SB (The Author)

I’d been resisting the urge to put my thoughts here, but sometimes one’s cup runs over. As it turns out, authoring my own blog was a better distraction than watching trolls attack each other on gossip websites. After much writing and thinking, I have detoxed from the news. I have no idea what’s happening in the world, and I like it that way.

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[All art work, poetry, photographs, stories, scripts and essays published on Sabiscuit’s Catalog is by me, “Sabiscuit” or “SB,” unless otherwise stated. All rights are reserved.]

I read my posts before and after publishing them and take nothing for granted in WordPressland.

I’m well mannered but sometimes outré to remind everyone that I am not politically correct.

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I have an ongoing love affair with food. I enjoy eating out. Naturally, some of my closest friends run their own kitchens. My most outrageous demand is, “make me something I can eat.”

I have serious and some fatal food allergies, as well as celiac sprue, so I pay attention to everything I eat. That means reading labels in several languages and trying to stay as organic as possible. Travel is problematic, of course, as contamination can ruin my entire month.

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I need macarons, which a team of pastry chefs, also friends of mine, make to sustain my gluten and wheat free existence. One of them told me that I can claim nutrition credits from his tiramusu and macarons.

Summer mornings start early and instead of playing tennis, I now wake myself up with Strong by Zumba. I still want to start a foil fencing club. However, the person I want to train us is looking for wife number two, and has no time for me. He isn’t interested in my friends either. And yes, I have already tried to trade them for training.

My apartment is overflowing with books, clothes, paintings and perfume. I can’t keep track of what’s where, and I have lost my favourite grey vest. I found my new black cardigan in exactly the same place I was looking before, after I decided to look again for the twentieth time. 

My wardrobe, like the universe after the Big Bang, is still expanding. I was very good about not buying new clothes but I have returned to my old habits. (It’s not my fault everything is on sale.)

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I spend a lot of my down time writing poetry and fiction or planning new art projects if I’m not painting something. Sometimes, I write in that coffee shop (where I usually sip a green tea latte). If you’re here, you’re meant to be. Thank you for visiting and if you wish, please say hello.

First published: October 14, 2014 @ 07:24 GMT

843 thoughts on “SB (The Author)

  1. Thanks for admitting me. It said ” authorised use only” or something. Did your Blog disappear. Very interesting and most potent – you write very well
    Hope to catch more of your Blogs when you settle back down.
    All good1

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    1. Jackie, thanks for this lovely note. Haven’t been updating as I am battling health issues and a busy work schedule. I hope all is well with you. Best wishes until we catch up again.

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    1. Ha ha ha … Just extremely busy. I’m travelling for the entire month of January. I only get one day at home to repack. I thought it would be fair to go dark until I get my bearings. 💕❤️💕❤️😍❤️❤️💕💕

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      1. Ok now I feel better 🙂 You went private and your wp site stopped following mine so what was a poor girl to think? hehe Hugs xoxox

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      2. WordPress is to blame for that. I followed you like 10 times over and over and my reading list keeps getting edited out by WordPress I have no idea why they keep doing that. Manually going through and taking out a whole bunch of blogs and I’ll see if that will fix the problem catch up with you later. Sorry about that.

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      3. I’m not hiding. I’m healing. I was very, very sick last year. Had no idea I would come through it. Cocooning was a good choice. I’m looking through some photos from a conference I attended last year. My body decided to get seriously inflamed an hour before the group photo. I looked like I was inflated on the first day and completely deflated the next day. So sad.

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  2. You’re writing is honest and truthful.If I didn’t live on the other side of the world we could have been great lattè drinking friends. WordPress friends are great though, at least I wouldn’t have to cook for you!!!

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