Saturday, January 10, 2009

English Muffins

Nope. This is not a recipe. Although English Muffins are delicious. I want to someday attempt to make my own English Muffins, but for now I’ll stick with the ones that come in a bag. I don’t know why I keep capitalizing it. I don’t think it is supposed to be.

I have no routine, I don’t do well with routines. I’ve tried, so many times to set a writing routine and it just fails horribly. So this year, no writing routines. I’ll just write when I want to. For how ever long I want to. So far it’s been going well. Haven’t written much as I am still in the planning stages and am still editing Ivory. I have set a goal for that. I want to be done the edit of Ivory by the end of the month.

I bribed myself with Crackerbarrel’s Sunday Chicken as a reward for finishing the edit. I’m a Northern girl. I had never had Southern fried chicken. It was so good. I think I could eat it everyday if I knew how to make it. Which I don’t. And I don’t ever want to learn. I’d rather be able to just enjoy it on occasion.

All I have for now, laters.


  1. We have a stock of English muffins in the refrigerator. They go with just about anything.

    I also write when I feel like it,especially with the husband is watching TV in the other room, or when he and Rascal, my dog, are sleeping. That's the best time. I used to write more on the train, but lately on the way home I'm too busy gabbing with my friends. That's my big social life these days. (G)

    Morgan Mandel

  2. I find it impossible to write if my husband is watching TV. Sadly my writing spot and the TV are in the same room. He likes to talk to me about the show he's watching even though he knows I'm not paying attention.