I spent most of my weekend baking instead of writing.
Waffles. Pancakes. Bread. Muffins. Cookies.
You name it, I was baking it.
This is my process.
The other day I made a casserole, some muffins, and a new bread recipe before sitting down and writing 5,000 words. The first in a very long time (so it felt like).
Every writer has a process.
One of my favorite scenes from “Under the Tuscan Sun” is when she talks about how she procrastinates, makes brownies, and then becomes a writing machine.
I so relate.
I mean, sometimes I just like to bake, but truthfully it happens the most when I’m searching for something.
A scene. A character. An answer. A dilemma.
I’m searching for what will happen next, or how a character should feel, in the sugar and flour and eggs.
Much like writing through the distractions, I bake my way through my novel.
I am a procrastibaker.
Definition: Someone who bakes to put off what they really should be doing, or bakes in order to help find what they are truly searching for.
See also: writers, Emily Herring Dunn, stress-eaters
If I get stuck, or I’m not quite in the “mood”, or I can’t sit down for three hours and push through because of, well, life– I bake. I procrastinate and delay writing by making a new recipe.
What’s sweeter than that?
I’m also not sure how this will work out for my waistline.
But whoever said writing was a glamorous life clearly wasn’t a writer.
Maybe it’s glamorous once you’ve had a best seller, but the writing process…definitely not GATSBY-like.
If you’re looking for some of my personal recipes, you can check out my other site: The Newfangled Housewife.