Two Sentence Tuesday -- Peppering My Work

Reading? Yes.
Writing.  Yes.
Well, I've gotten some done in the New Year. I'd like to say I devoted the off time to thinking about my assorted WIPs, but I have no intention of starting the new year off with a lie.
In fact, I'd be hard-pressed to say I'd done any grand thinking. Most of my time my mind has been occupied with finding new and exciting things to do with leftovers.

Like this:

Shrimp, 'shroom,  pineapple, pepper.

and this:

Ham, pineapple, pepper

We were blessed by a huge can of roasted red peppers. We opened it well over a week ago and I've put my creative mind to finding ways to use them up, and to sorting out a good pizza crust recipe. The writing is a pale second to this, but I'm okay with that for now.
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Currently I'm reading Focusing by Eugene T. Gendlin, PH.D. (Bantam New Age, Revised Edition, 1982).
Here's a bit:
"What is the quality of this unclear felt sense? Let a word, a phrase, or an image come up from the felt sense itself."
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  Here's something from Saintree:
"A few beads of moisture decorated Jemima's upper lip. Eury stared, desperate to reach over and lick them away."
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Two Sentence Tuesday - Sun Rises, Days Get Longer

The days are expanding into summer.

The clean up on Dead Broke is almost completed. I thought I'd be done by now, but other things, notably serial laziness, got in my way.
On the good side  it does not appear to need much actual rewriting. Not to say my prose is golden, I merely mean I can't find anything obvious that needs work.
I know I just called that good.
It may not be.
In between corrections I played with the world-building for Saintree and sorted a few things out. I'm getting antsy to get back at it, but I promised myself I'd finish the corrections first. 
On the reading end I finally finished The Sun Also Rises. I think I liked it, but I have to say I'm not sure.
It's one of those books that has to sit with me, mature a bit, let its flavours gather.
Hemingway's spare prose has its appeal. He did a fine job of it. And the lack of description most of the time worked.
But I still don't know my opinion of it save for the part where he's discussing the use of steers to keep the bulls calm before bullfighting. That was a brilliant metaphor for the impotent Jake Barnes among the other men, especially those interested in Lady Brett Ashley.
From the brief conversation about the steers in the corral:
" 'What do they have them in for?'
'To quiet down the bulls and keep them from breaking their horns against the stone walls, or goring each other.' "
-Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (Scribner Trade Paperback, 2006)
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My contribution to the cause this week:

" 'Relax, Eddie. Just relax.'
The whisper ran its hands up and down my body."

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Thanks for being here. It's good to know I'm being read.
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And speaking of the sun, Happy Solstice everyone.