Definitely want more! As often as you want to send it - I'm a lady of leisure at the moment, so I should be able to get a quicker turn around.
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Huh. I'm a freak - I don't eat for comfort and I have no specific memories that include food for comfort.
I've tried making comfort food for other people, yes. But I haven't got a single memory link to food that comforts me.
I have one brewing, but it's a downer, and I dunno if I want to spew it out just yet. We'll see.
I wanted to do something about nursing for this topic, but my brain is mushy and I can't write.
Never stopped me.
-t, insent. Only about a chapter and a half new, but it's what I got.
(love is) What I got. Remember that.
Er. Sorry.
backflung, Erin.
As I'm getting closer to completion, I keep feeling like everything is completely wrong, and when my editor gets it, he'll make me give the money back because it's ALL WRONG.
Does this happen to anyone else?
All. The. Time.
But it won't actually happen.
Connie, the next time my mom makes my grandma's fudge, I'll have to sned some to you. It is quintessential grandma fudge. My mom is not the world's greatest cook, but her fudge fuckin' rocks.
Fudge . . .
I will avoid restarting the holy war of nuts vs. no nuts.
My mother grew up during the Depression, too, and learned the myriad ways of hamburger. Unfortunately, that included that king of DisComfort food, slumgullion (however it's spelled). Hamburger, macaroni, a can of stewed tomatoes. That's it. Mother was not a devotee of the spice rack, all things considered. I cannot bear stewed tomatoes. Well, honestly, I can't stand tomatoes close to their natural state in any case.
Also in the DisComfort food, ham bone and beans. I don't know why, I love ham, and beans are pretty neutral to me, but something about the way it smelled just turned my stomach.
Still, I have the last laugh, because I was always teased for meticulously slicing off all bits of visible fat from my pork chops.