Gosh I’m feeling completely flat. Tired. Grouchy. Not-very-smart.
So I did what I often do when I’m in a funk. I baked cake. This cake:
I may have temporarily lost my creative mojo, but I can still bake with the best of ’em.
What I need now is a book that will prove to be as happy-making as Coconut Banana Cake. Wish I hadn’t already read The Spellman Files… twice. That book has the same happy-making powers as coconut cake, for sure.
(Right now reading Impulse for readergirlz… impressive but so not the right book for my current mood)