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.