Literally. I’m sure I am not the first writer to compare writing to baking, but I’ll do it anyway. Recently I have started baking bread (and by recently I mean Thursday). Kneading, waiting, kneading some more, waiting a bit longer, baking, and then waiting a wee bit more and finally – ahhh, crackling crust, soft center (but not doughy), and the satisfaction of creating something that not just looks awesome, but is actually palatable. And there you have it: the creation of a book. I mean bread. I mean a book. So similar are the processes that with a few interchangeable words the description could fit either task. Signing off now to tackle more writing. I mean baking. I mean writing…..