Time to share some whine. Cheers!

I know I have been away from my blog too long because I forgot my password. As my friend Melissa would say, “that is tragic”. I would like to lead you to believe I was MIA, off on some wonderful adventure. The reality is neither fun nor glamorous. I was simply sick for a week with a summer cold of the head stuffy, sneezy nose, chest congestion and cough variety following that exact sequence over the course of a week.

Following the cold virus I plummeted head first into a creative funk. I have had no desire to paint, write, or even think a single creative, original thought of my own for the last two to three weeks. The good news is I did summon enough energy to engage in a bit of a reading marathon as several books I ordered via Inter-Library Loan through the local library all arrived at the same time.

One of the books I read was “Everything Is Perfect When You Are a Liar” by Kelly Oxford. The book was welcome comedic relief in the midst of the other heavier reading I was devouring that week. I appreciated Oxford’s sarcastic storytelling. It reminded me how much fun it is to write short memoir type stories in a smart-ass, sarcastic style.  So stay tuned. You will know I am out of my post-viral funk when I get my sense of humor back. Until then, please indulge me a little whine. Cheers!

“wanton not wonton”

Deciding upon a name for my blog was not as simple as I expected. Every creative name I could think of turned out not to be unique, all being in use already. All the fun cliche titles were also taken including coloring outside the lines, painting without numbers, writing between the lines, driven to abstraction, etc. Finally I decided upon “word flirt” only to find out a writer had it copyrighted as her business name. So I decided to add “wanton” in front of word flirt to make it my title; simple yet creative. So I hoped.

Wanton: playful, frolicsome, undisciplined, unrestrained, excessive, overabundant

Upon telling someone I had started a new blog called “Wanton Word Flirt”, they said: “Wonton? What do wontons have to do with writing?” <SIGH>

Wonton: A noodle-dough dumpling filled with spiced minced pork or other meats, usually boiled in soup, or fried and served as a side dish.

“Wanton” , I replied, “W-A-N-T-O-N not Wonton!”

Don’t get me wrong , I love wontons more than anyone. It might be a good fit for my title if I were Asian, but as you can see from my photo, I am not. Not even a little bit. Although the owner of my favourite Chinese restaurant does greet me with a warm “Hello Mrs. Woo” upon my arrival.