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Maybe I should buy some salad.

So, just an update on how the second drafting is going….

Since my last post I’ve second-drafted chapters 49, 50, and 51, made two chocolate cakes, a corn pudding, three loaves of bread, two batches of cookies, and two different kinds of muffins (these were for breakfast).

At least there are plenty of boys around to eat them. Although even Dan is starting to look a little carbo-loaded these days. (Emily, this morning, faced with yet more muffins: “Can I have pastrami for breakfast instead?”)

And I DID run eight miles this morning. Honest.

And good food is NECESSARY if you’re going to do good work. Last night I worked at the library for most of the evening (I had to take Christopher to a Superbowl party and then hang around in Williamsburg until it was over, so it was the perfect time to polish off a bit of reference work) and then treated myself to dinner at the Blue Talon, my very favorite place to eat in all of Williamsburg.

I had mushroom tart and rice pudding, and then got into a conversation with the wonderful wait-staff about the joys of eating bread pudding…and I must have been waxing eloquent, because the chef (bless him) sent out a complimentary portion of bread pudding and creme anglaise already packaged up for me to take home.

Possibly I’m thinking a little too much about food these days.

But I hate dieting; I’d rather eat and run than not eat. Food is a wonderful thing. In fact, I’ve been thinking that I’ll quit this whole history thing and go to cooking school.

I always get great ideas for alternative careers when I’m second-drafting.

I would be a PHENOMENAL pastry chef. Or baker. Or I could go back to teaching riding lessons. Or riding training gallops on racehorses (that was my favorite college job). Or forget about the history and just write novels for fun. I’ve got one finished (needs one final polish), one three-quarters finished, one half finished, one a quarter finished. I mean, novels won’t pay for groceries, let alone braces and teenage-boy-car-insurance….but you’d all buy my novels, right? You don’t REALLY need to read more history, do you?

I’m picturing the good folks at Norton clutching their chests in horror. Yes, you DO need to read more history. It’ll be a great book, and I’ll enjoy rolling my round fat self into next year’s book-signings once it’s done.