F.R.E.D.

Then, she said...

Attempting cheese cake in the instant pot for the first time. Me, that is. I begged but the wife said no. Fine. I will do it. I know it tastes better when she makes it but she demanded proof. I know better than proving myself right. That is the thing with memory. I can remember what I like. That is good for any age, I think.

I was thinking the other day when I sat down to write, that it might be fun to do a bit of an outline for a novel I don't see myself writing. Why? Imaging writing novels is a whole lot easier and less stressful. Besides, I can be done with it in very little time. Then I can do another. Truth is, whenever I write anything lengthy, I tend to fall back on the same story, the same world. Trying to get out of that. I have been in that world for years! Not that I hate it. Nope. I tend to like it, but wonder what I might be missing. Perhaps I can write that Romance novel and make millions to support my laziness? Somedays, I suspect, I am hopeless...