It's the Christmas season and many of us bake. (Some of us don't do cutout cookies.)
I find baking centers and soothes me. Baking gives me a feeling of being in control. Baking makes order out of chaos. You take a dozen ingredients in various shaped bottles, cans, jars, bags, etc., measure each ingredient to exactness, mix them together in a certain order. Then you roll them into balls or use a cookie dough scoop or plop dough by the spoonful onto baking sheets and cook for an exact number of minutes at an exact temperature. Viola, ORDER. I mean, just look! You couldn't ask more from an Army platoon in parade review.
[In case you're wondering, in the top photo that's marshmallow peanut butter fudge on the left, peanut butter kisses behind it, and oatmeal scotchies on the right. Below we have white chocolate cherry almond cookies.]
So why am I torturing you with photos of yummy goodies? Because I wish writing a novel was as controllable as baking. I wish that if you put all the novel elements together like following a recipe, you'd have perfection when you were finished.
But writing a novel is more like the kitchen counters and sink during a baking binge: covered with dry and wet spills and filled with dirty measuring cups and spoons, spatulas, bowls, etc. You just can't wait until you're finished and the counters and sink are empty and sparkling clean once more. An empty slate ready for the next project. And you enjoy a sense of accomplishment.
During this Christmas season, I hope you know a baker who'll share, like I will. And if you're a writer, hang in there. You'll see the counters clean soon enough.
Shay Lacy writes erotic romance, futuristic romance and romantic suspense. Find out more about her at www.shaylacy.com.