I’m a writer. I put words on pages. I love to write. I love to weave stories and spin tales of grandeur or poverty, fantasy or realism. I love my little online pseudo0-memoir here on this tiny space of interwebs. I like the freedom of the chase of the characters as they run freely out from my imagination into my readers’ consciousness.
I have never, however, aspired to pen the Great American Novel. For many years, I assumed this plateau of Pulitzer-worthy aspiration was silly enough as to be idiomatic. It’s not that we as writers don’t set out to write something captivating and wonderful, but to say there’s one “Great American Novel” is akin to saying there’s one “Most Annoying Kardashian.” It simply cannot be accomplished.
Back to my point which you had no idea I was making–your medium doesn’t determine your worth as a writer. Yes, I am a “published” author. (academia) I am also a blogger. One in an army of thousands of men and women driven to spill their brains like so much milk into wordpress or blogger or HuffPo or Salon or NPR, etc. We are a legion the likes of which cannot be measured by our dot com address, nor should we be.
We began as town criers. Pamphlets. Stories by the fire. We began by writing thoughts in leather-bound journals we were never able to publish. We were the creators of correspondence. We were the playwrights and the players. We were the gumshoeing reporter on the sidelines of history. We are the Emily Dickinsons. We were Bartolome De La Casas and Margaret Fuller we were Chekov and Atwood. Writers. All of us.
When people initially stopped buying papers it was because of us. This is neither good nor bad. It is simply change. Like everything in history save procreation and my love of fruity candy, things change. They have to. (because I now have several crowns in my mouth. fecking skittles)
Now we are Joe My G-d and Carla Birnberg, we are Arianna Huffington and Sherman Alexie. We are across all mediums. We are YouTube and YA, books and blogs, artists and academics.
Remember, writers, people may give you side-eye when you tell them you’re a blogger or a youtuber, but we, the creators, are the writers of history. We tell the stories. Tell yours.
And because of the crowns…soft fudge recipe. Because, well, damn! This is my blog and I will blog a recipe after a serious post if I wanna!
This recipe is deep and dark, much like my shame. (jk..I have no shame! You know this, you’ve read my blog!) On the surface it’s light and fluffy!! (like my bra)
- 6 oz UNSWEETENED chocolate, chopped into small chunks
- 6 oz dark chocolate chunks or chips
- 14 oz can sweetened condensed milk
- 1/2 tsp peppermint extract
- 1/2 bag peppermint marshmallows
- 1/2 cup crushed candy canes
- melt the chocolate with the milk in a microwave-safe bowl in 25 second intervals on high
- stir in extract
- pour into greased 8"-8" square pan, lined with parchment, also greased
- push mallows and canes into top of batter
- chill for one hour
- pull out of pan to cut into squares