I have a secret to tell you.
I’m writing a novel. I never expected to write one and haven’t really wanted to. I’ve always suspected I would write a nonfiction book at some point. Yes, I’ve written for various publications, magazines, newspapers, etc.
But there is a story that won’t leave my brain.
I met a little old woman about five years ago and she shared some of her life story with me. And in spite of living through a vile childhood, she has emerged a gracious, faith-filled woman. She’ll be 90 this week and I’m so touched that she has given me permission to write a novel, based on her story. Yes, I’ve called her and listened to her stories at length. And I’ve researched the time period when she was young – through the Great Depression and the Second World War.
I’ve got a story outline. So where is this going? I’m joining the National November Write Your Novel challenge. I certainly don’t expect to accomplish it all in a month, but I’m going to take a running leap.
So why am I telling you this?
Because I won’t be baking cookies,or making peanut butter balls,
or cakes in a cup.
I’ll be writing. I’ll make big pots of soup and my hubby will learn to love them.
But I won’t be blogging about new recipes. Sorry. I do love to experiment in the kitchen and take pictures and write about the whole process.
But I’m setting it aside to focus on this goal.
But please remember this: There are nearly 300 recipes on this site. So if you need a brownie fix, or a new cookie idea, they are here. Dig in and enjoy.
And please wish me well. Because my brain is elbow deep into this and I’m moving along at a determined pace.
Except for the title. Still working on that.