Cleaned the house, baked a strawberry pie, got dinner ready for cooking later, and wrote about 850 words of a story I’ve been trying to write for ten years and now I know how it’s going to go. Annnnnnd then I remembered that I write things on this site, too. Clearly, there need to be more hours in the day.
But the crust on that pie looks like it baked up pretty nice, though. I’m going to score a win on that in advance. If only because it’s really, really hard to mess up a fresh strawberry pie.
UPDATE: Pie!
I could be convinced to accept pie en lieu of writing. Especially strawberry.
It is for my wife’s medieval research/crafts night. I like to remind them every so often that they have reason to be jealous. 🙂
I cannot begrudge any man his pie, let alone a ten-year breakthrough. I hope we get to see something that well aged soon. *sips scotch*