Today I am writing by making bread. I haven't made bread in a long time. Maybe a year. It's cold and dark outside, so I built a fire in my wood-burning stove, and then I made bread dough. It's rising. Meanwhile, I've figured out all kinds of things for my novel that I will soon write down. You think I'm dodging actual writing? Ha. Doubters. I'm getting ever so much done in my head. Really. And I will have hot bread to eat while I get it all out on electronic paper. Mmm. Come by. We'll have a bread-eating novel-writing party.