Well-bread
Aug. 13th, 2009 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIn defiance of centuries of tradition, I have kneaded my dough and set it to not-rise in a cold place.
I am curious to see if this works...
In other news, I have discovered the cure toexistential authorial angst. While I leave my bread in hopeful stasis, I am going to take my book to the library and damn' well have fun with it.
It shall be my gift to the world: not the book, no, but the revelation. The cure. For ever hereafter, miserable head-clutching writers will be injuncted to follow the Brenchley Cure: to stop wittering and fretting, take their damn books away and have fun with them. *nods* It is guaranteed to work every time. Ah, if only I could bottle it...
I am curious to see if this works...
In other news, I have discovered the cure to
It shall be my gift to the world: not the book, no, but the revelation. The cure. For ever hereafter, miserable head-clutching writers will be injuncted to follow the Brenchley Cure: to stop wittering and fretting, take their damn books away and have fun with them. *nods* It is guaranteed to work every time. Ah, if only I could bottle it...