Aloha, remember me?

Turns out jet lag is a pain, and a lot of Life need catching up on when we returned from the mainland. The trip was great: we saw old friends, ate good food and my talks were well-received. Maʻona sat neglected throughout.

The longer I break from writing, the harder it is to start again. I atrophy. Topics that couldn't wait a few short weeks ago now sit ignored and stagnate with each passing day.

Ideas, like good sourdough, need to be stirred up and fed to keep bubbling. Also like sourdough, writing inspirations tend to grow out of control if nursed, expanding and spilling over the edge of the bowl in a gooey puddle that has to be cleaned quickly before anyone else comes home and makes snide remarks about how Alan has made a mess of the kitchen again.

Hmm, took that metaphor a bit too far, I 'spose.

In short, it's time to talk food again.