I had an incredible week of writing this week. New book, lots of ideas flowing, and about 18, 000 words on paper (of course, that’s a figure of speech these days—all those words are just ones and zeros in my computer, actually).
And so I came to Friday and realised that I am just written out. Or maybe this new book is crowding out any other thoughts, because I sit down at the computer, and all I can think about is my next plot point.
So I baked a cake this afternoon, thinking that a little break from writing would refresh me and open up some ideas for today’s blog.
But it didn’t.
So here I am, with a cake sitting on the kitchen table waiting for me to finish today’s blog. I can have a piece as soon as I’m done…