I get comfortable next to the wood stove and the window. The window faces the road that winds down to the bakery. Yes, that’s Scratch Baking. I’m supposed to be working, but I could just walk into that gorgeous sunshine and meander down the road to pick up the tastiest thing imaginable.
It would be that easy.
You see, I’ve met my match with german chocolate cheesecake. It’s the most delicious dessert that I may have ever had. We’re talking the perfect amount of chocolate nestled next to a gob of coconut gooey goodness.
Instead of writing, I’m fighting the cheesecake chatter…
“Just say no! That cake doesn’t own you. You live under the notion of free will!”
“Your jeans totally fit, girl. There are plenty of hours in the day to deal with your writing addiction. It’s all good. Go get one, you know want it.”
“German chocolate cheesecake, you complete me.”
“Shut up, you had me at hello.”