Er, sorry about the exclamation points, but I’m glad it’s Monday. I had an interesting weekend with family/snow/airtraffic, and though I won’t be writing today, you can be sure the writer in me is not shutting up, and I’m seeing ghosts of new books _everywhere._ The frustration of not being able to work (play) with these new characters (toys) is driving me slightly nuts. But it’s a good thing, and the steam I’m building up now will carry me through the hard-to-write spots.
Made chess cakes this weekend. Made them twice, actually. Baker’s note–eggbeaters do not make a good substitute in chess cakes. Guy dug the mess out of the shells, and I rebaked them using real eggs. Mmmmm, good stuff.