Baking vs. Writing

Baking=immediate results and warm sugary feelings.
Writing takes a leather ass and regularly sends me into despair.

But both require a leap of faith, if you think about it. Flexibility. Neither one is very social (though baking could be, I guess). Both require putting other things, big and small, out of your head: they want all the attention.

Hmmm. More on this later! For now, coffee and novel, novel and coffee, no sugar, and no more sleep. Ha, that's almost poetry.

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