Dani's Hilarious Writing AnticsOkay, I have none, except that yesterday, I ignored one of the cardinal rules that my husband has written for me: Dani is not allowed to cook and write at the same time.
Now, I don't claim to be the Queen of Breadmaking anyway, but I can produce an edible half-dozen loaves on a regular basis. Unless I go upstairs to write, don't hear the timer, and let it rise for four hours. You know there's something wrong when you wander down to refill your coffee cup and the delicious scent of warm YEAST is wafting in the air.
What did I do? Cooked 'em anyway, of course, because I've been down this road before. They fall, and turn out really dense, no one likes to eat it, and I start hearing, "Why don't you buy bread?"
But bread isn't the only non-writing activity I've overlooked lately. I also forgot I was blogging until yesterday. Bridget, the darling, has agreed to pinch hit for me, and I'll be taking her spot on the 24th. I think this will be a permanent arrangement, so look for me there from now on.
Happy New Year,