There is a connection, but first... a couple of facts.
1. I love to cook - specifically, I love to bake bread.
2. I am short. (almost 5' 2")
Today I decided to try a new recipe--Spiced lentil, sweet potato, and kale whole wheat pockets. Because the pockets are yeast risen, the dough must be kneaded. Kneading dough is fun for me for a couple of reasons. I love the repetitive motion of press, fold, turn, repeat... and I find it meditative. It's also the perfect time for creative ideas to bubble up.
Unlike many bakers though - who move the dough effortlessly from mixing bowl to their kneading surface (mine is a big old board reserved exclusively for bread and/or pie crusts), I have to get out my trusty stool to stand on. Why? Because my kitchen counter is too high for me to get good leverage on the dough.
This morning, as I was kneading, I thought about Laura Ingalls Wilder. When my daughters were little (way too long ago for me to admit), on the way back from visiting family out West, we drove to Mansfield, Missouri to see the Laura Ingalls Wilder Home and Museum. It was the last place Laura and Almonzo lived, and he built this farmhouse there.
picture from the Laura Ingalls Wilder Home & Museum website
One of the things that most impressed me about the house was the kitchen counter. Apparently Laura was short, like me. Well, actually a lot shorter! (4' 11") And, Almonzo built the kitchen counters so that they would be comfortable for her to use. (What a guy!)
So - today, while the dough is rising, and the outside temps are frigid (1° F), I am at the dining room table writing what I plotted earlier while kneading the dough.
Teaser from XVI Series Book 3:
"Every muscle and sinew was poised to leap on him, to destroy him. But, that was exactly what he wanted me to do—fight. I would fight, but not with my body."
What more can a body want on Monday? If you live in the Northeast, maybe not snow - but we've had so little here in the Midwest this winter (at least where I live!) - that it's beautiful to look at. Large, soft flakes - dry, powdered sugar snow. I'll take a day or two of this... then Spring, please!
Over 2K words added to XVI Series, Book 3 today (that's 86K total & I'm still writing...) Here's a little teaser for y'all:
Spence smirked. “You pack quite a wallop for a girl,” he said. “One I won’t forget.” The smirk darkened.
“Play nice,” Ciarán said. “Besides, what else would you expect from Alan Oberon’s daughter?”
“Ah, the great Alan Oberon,” Spence said. “Long may he reign.”
While rushing to the climax of XVI Book 3, I've been thinking of the rambling way I write a first draft. I'm more of a "pantser" than a "plotter". I start out by knowing (what I believe to be) essential scenes, and the end of the book... nevertheless, my writing seems to go all over the place. While doing the writing however, a fundamental thread of theme emerges and the story organically grows into what I'd been imagining... while ofttimes not even knowing what that was. (One of the things that makes writing so freakin' cool!)
"Power seekers believe no means too heinous to attain the ends they desire." Back to writing...