sometimes cake is more exciting than writing…

It’s funny, I’m more than two thirds of the way through this rewrite, flying along, reaching the end seems attainable, doable sometime in the not so distant future and then all of a sudden everything seems to grind to a halt.  Sure I wrote some more, managed to force myself to chain my body to the desk, but each paragraph is taking what feels like hours and even then I know that tomorrow I’ll look at what I’d thought I’d managed to fix and think… What?  Are you crazy?  This is no good!

Yesterday I could reach out and touch the end of the book.  I was already missing working on it.  But today?  The forty or so pages I have left to re-work seem like an impossible feat.

Ah…don’t you love the writing life?

Well, back to the desk.  We aren’t eating until 7pm so I have a least another hour of hacking away at this thing before I have to start cooking.  I’m making chicken and mushroom crepes with a Madeira cream sauce.  (Another invention of mine.)  Yum!  Oh, and speaking of yum, last night I made us a sponge cake with a mixed berry compote and homemade whipped cream (actually, everything was homemade, but when you say “homemade whipped cream” it sounds so much better than just saying “whipped cream”)  Anyway, it was delicious and I just went out into the kitchen to sneak myself another piece and the whole thing was gone, the platter licked clean.  I wasn’t too surprised though, seeing as how I probably ate way more than anybody else.  Sigh.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 01, 2008 in Chewing the Fat