See that photo of fruits and veggies? They are all my notes and scraps of dialogue and offering from my Muse. Writing them all down was like shopping the grocery store for my food. Words are my food. I have to prepare them by washing and cleaning them and chopping them up. I will add them to the pot and simmer slowly and put in a little seasoning here and there. When it tastes just right, I will have my book. I just have to pick up a knife and get started. That’s the hard part.