I have this unfound notion and vision of myself that when I write my most illustrious pieces on Uptown Maven, I am romantically sipping a café au lait at the local bohemian coffee shop. Realistically though, I do not live in a new and upcoming city where those coffee shops exist and also, to tell you the truth, I am most productive when lounging on my bed.

Sluggishly I sit with my laptop propped up on my thighs that are covered with my Tiffany blue colored comforter. I usually prepare my posts late Friday nights at around 11pm. Imagine me laying calmly in bed with my fingers rushing across the keyboard of my Mac. I’m wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank top that hides the stain of my lukewarm black tea. This is where I find inspiration; this is where I am most comfortable; this is where I am at ease with any stressors that may occupy my mind.

They say to never associate your bed with your work or you will have difficulties falling asleep, but I find that I am more than able to do both activities without a problem. I hope that one day I can associate the two together. I hope my writing resembles that of what I dream. I dream with an imaginative and inspired audaciousness. So readers, it’s there that I am addressing you most productively—fingers brutishly moving across the keyboard as my tea gets cold—where I lay closer to my dreams and the creativity my mind surges with.

I, yes, have a desk. I never use it though. The only other place I am most productive is the kitchen—whether that be doing my homework at the kitchen table while the soft murmur of news hums in the background or cooking in the kitchen. Readers, you know my love for cooking and it’s obviously done in the kitchen.

This week I was finally able to eat normal food. I spent five days eating sugar-free Jello, pudding, popsicles, and soup. After about the third day I was going bonkers. I was nostalgic to get back in the kitchen and cook an actual meal. However, while cooking my first meal the excitement got to me—I experienced one of “Life’s Lemons”—: I cut myself for the first time while cooking. It was a bittersweet moment because I knew it would eventually happen but it was really deep and it hurt. Hence the title “. Wonderfully Dull.” My knife was, however, deadly dull.

Since the cooking process was interrupted by the cut, I went back to eating Jello and soup for another day. But the next day I made one of my favorites: meatloaf. Yes, meatloaf isn’t the fan favorite and is considered to be “dull” and not creative but I LOVE it. Ever since I was little I would beg my grandmother to make her famous Julia Child’s meatloaf. I think its wonderfully yummy. I followed one of my favorite Paleo recipes instead of Julia’s but I’m sure, though I may be biased, it came out just as good.

So readers, that was my dull meal. The average meatloaf made by your grandmother. Despite the dull meal choice, I have to tell you, it was delicious. I paired it with French style green beans and loved it. The green beans are not pictured because I wanted to focus on the meat of the blog… Anyway, my “First Supper” was one to remember.

The less-is-more setting this week in describing my unconventional writing place and my simple meatloaf hopefully translated into more provoked thoughts, ideas, and words for you. I can assure you, the stripped down environment and atypical meal this week will reflect on the creative ideas I have swimming in my mind for next week’s installment.

Your wonderfully dull, Uptown Maven