I need the darkness; someone please cut the lights.

[leahbobet]

I have finished the line edits that were in the inbox, and which my editor wanted me to go through. Or 99% finished them: there are two things I have to go back in and deal with, and I will do it tomorrow, because right now my brain hurts and I have been sitting in this desk chair for the better part of three days, which is bad for your knees. But I have gone through to the end of the draft, and will have this book back home not only on time, but early.

I am filled with a terrible and all-conusming urge to cook and cook and cook. High-flying trapeze stunt-cooking. Dim sum and red onion marmalade and pickled daikon and duck stock and home-dried organic apple rings. I want to go to the farmer's market, fill my little granny cart up with fresh vegetables, and make art.

I will have to go to work and stuff first. But after that? I'll be in my bunk kitchen. And there will be pictures.

Comments

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Heh. I make red onion marmalade sometimes. It goes with the confit of quail and the marinated beetroot. It's a sweet little plate, but, yup. Definitely stunt.

We will hold you to those pictures.

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Ooh, you're fancier than I am. I'm thinking goat cheese and grape and pomegranate and a good dark cracker.