Day 15: Mood Journal

General Mood: I want to say happy but again as I said before, happy is a state of mind for me, a momentary feeling and not a state being. So I think today, I'm feeling all right.

Today had no drama and the like. Everything was pretty good actually. It's my fourth day of SHARKWEEK and the headaches and back pains are gone, the cramps are few and far in between. But I do still feel unusually cold. My blood circulation isn't good apparently.

Anyway, I have finished listing endorsements that my readers have given me, have written blurb and sent the cover JPG, I only need to finish acknowledgements. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight.

I haven't been baking in a while and I miss it. So, after searching for recipes, I found this:

PEANUT BUTTER BREAD


Ingredients

2 cups all-purpose flour
1/3 cup sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 egg
1 cup milk
3/4 cup peanut butter
Grape jelly, optional

Directions
In a bowl, combine the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt. Add egg, milk and peanut butter; stir just until combined. Pour into a greased 8-in. x 4-in. loaf pan.
Bake at 350° for 50-60 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before removing from pan to a wire rack. Serve with jelly if desired.

Yield: 1 loaf.

Looks simple enough and we have all the ingredients in he house already...except the egg. I can buy that from the store near the house. But will have to wait for tomorrow.

I don't know what it is about baking, maybe it's a nesting thing since I have reached 'that age', maybe because it reminds me of when I was a kid coming home to the sound of my mom's mixer, and of trying to wheedle my mom so I can lick the stuffing or the icing or whatever.

My mom used to be a great cook and had taken orders to get some money on the side.

Going home to the smell of something fragrant and sweet baking in the oven was kind of a great childhood memory for me.

It's funny how it's always the little things you remember.

Touched: The Sword

Here's the blurb that I've been working on:

My name is Leah Curran and my life sucks.
While other people inherit boxes of junk from their relatives, my family inherits powers. And not even cool powers. I have the ability to sense Angels, Demons and most importantly the Touched; people who are graced and cursed with the power of Angels and Demons,  responsible for keeping the balance between Good and Evil. When it came to them, my mother only had one rule; avoid them at all cost. I broke that rule and lost my mother because of it.
Now I try to live a quiet, careful life with my uncle’s family and my best friend, Gabe. But once in a while the universe likes to kick you in the face just to remind you that you are small and insignificant. The Touched are gathering in my small little town of nowhere, and some of them know me and know what I can do. Some of them want to hurt me, some of them want to use me, and so little few want to protect me. Avoiding them is no longer an option.
I will finally have the chance to do something that I have been hopelessly wishing for since the night my mother disappeared; a chance to fight back.
I have been waiting for this, I have trained for this. It’s time to do or die.

I'm back home!!

So, traveled back home to Sumatra with only one hour of sleep.

Never a good idea.

But I have arrived safely, and my room is gorgeous.

Family drama has not raised its ugly head, yet. So all is good.

My room is really quiet and cool so I'm pleased. I can imagine some improvements, like a closet for my clothes and shelves for my books but I think I can steal something from one of the lower rooms.

I can also see myself writing peacefully here. *yawn* need my sleep now. Night night.