The word "blog" isn't even in my dictionary, yet I'm supposed to know how to do it.
I like the tone Marsha Q. took in her last missive--the mixture of the tin foil with the neuroscience. Maybe that's it--to mix the two together. To show how the writing life is made up of snow falling and ideas forming on paper, of making a nice omelet and figuring out the scramble of a flashback.
I'm writing today. The snow is falling. I had an omelet for breakfast. I need to write a scene in which a detail in a present moment triggers a seamless flashback.
Wish me luck.