This blog is literal perfection. All your own work?
You’d blush but it would melt the butter that’s somehow stuck to your cheeks. Yes, happily (and shamefully) this blog is just one person/baker/writer/lump.
This is you with sugar bigger than your head:
This is you writing novels like the productive human being you are:
If you click on this bit of text right here it takes you to your actual professional self, or, the person you pretend to be when you put on pants.
It’s also been a while since you’ve been here. You’re trying to remedy that by firing up the oven again. You may or may not have just cooked a dustbunny.
(The family matriarch passed away, a novel sold, and life just did what it does Mack Truck style.)
She's back, and baking.














