I am a writer, I am a writer, I am… Oh, fiddle. Is there another fabulous writer who has been
working on a book or two over forty years?
I’m thinking, "Yes." If not, please don’t
disillusion me. However, life-spans
being what they are, I’d better get crackin’.
Which brings me to eggs, that we must crack, which leads
nicely into the book I am going to finish,
I say, finish this year. I've titled it “Feeding Human Beings”, and
yes, silly, it actually is about making food for people—oddly enough.
Do I care that I've just let the zillions of followers I
have know the title of this upcoming thriller?
No. Now, the old me would have talked herself entirely out of letting you, my
faithful reader, in on the scoop. I’d think, “Dear me, now no publisher will
want it. I've spoiled everything.” Ad
nauseum.
The reason I’m mentioning this now is because I've put the ol’
foot down, and will no longer listen to whoever-it-is that has been
discouraging me. The world needs this
book! Well, I can tell you there will be
lots of youngish people who will be happy they get their hands on it.
It’s not a traditional type cook-book, oops, I've said too much.
In any case….keep on the lookout for the revolutionary
approach to feeding (you know
what).
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