Write what you know. That's what the big, bad writing teachers say. If I recall, and I do, that's what people who write say, too
Now that it's grown later than I'd intended and I'm getting wound up with thoughts of not sleeping and the dire consequences that will surely befall me due to this horror (the horror!), I've discovered that right now I know very little, indeed. That makes it hard to write what I know.
I'm not whining about not knowing anything. I do know some stuff. It's just that right now the interesting bits are escaping me and I'm left with some residue concerning the magical cleaning powers of baking soda.
It seems to me that baking powder should be more magical than it's culinary cousin, soda. The word "powder" is more magical than "soda". "Dust" is more magical yet. Pixie dust, for example. Or angel dust, I suppose. Tummy ache powder (a special discovery made many years ago by Moondog and me). That's magical.
But soda.
What's that all about? "Now use the mystical club soda!" No, the sentence just makes a thudding noise. In the old Willy Wonka movie they had bubbly soda, but even they recognized the non-squizzliness of soda. They called it Fizzy Lifting Drink.
Back to baking soda though--you can put lots of baking soda in a lake full of acid rain and begin to bring the pH back up to where it should be. It seems like a cool idea until you realize that it would make the water kind of salty. And that's not cool, either.
Less cool than baking soda, even.
Posted by dotty at February 23, 2005 11:39 PM