While cleaning up my blog categories, I realized I used to tag many posts "cake." That must have been before the whole author thing got real. (Since it "got real," my life consists of family and book-related stuff, and why-the-hell-am-I-doing-anything-not-related-to-this-book-or-the-next-book? Anxiety reigns.
But this week, there was cake. This Tuesday, I turned in my final edits for Life Before, and I celebrated with coconut cake. I'd tasted this cake at our school auction last weekend, and NEEDED more. . .but I didn't need the coconuts all over the outside. Turns out, the coconut is for show, but cardboard on the lips.
Live and learn. There will be no coconut cake at the launch party. (But there will be cake. From http://www.rosellinisweets.com/ no less. Come for the chitchat, stay for the cake.
I don't have a blog tag for cake, but I should.
During this second manual migration [insert ire here] I had to reformat most posts on this blog. I wound up reading a lot of it, because there was housework and moving to be done and reading old stuff from my brain is better than both of those things.
I had one major takeaway: I write about cake a lot.
There may be one in my oven at this very second. Because cake.
*Yes, I made a rainbow cake, because if a small person asks whether I can do it (or, worse, insists that I cannot,) I'll do it. I might make another rainbow cake for gay pride. Because cake.
I blog rarely, because I'm busy writing books. When I do blog, I focus on writing, friendship, family, and books. Because my family's best nicknames are private, I use their birth years for shorthand: