About bagels
Making bagels. Following the advice of Kate Heyhoe in Cooking Green (which I reviewed here), I bought a toaster oven to replace the monster oven in my kitchen range. I love it, just love it. And now I can bake bagels whenever I want them, without heating up the kitchen and adding to the A/C load. These in the photo are plain bagels, which keep for about a week in the fridge. I love them for breakfast with cream cheese and marmalade, or for lunch with a spread made of cream cheese, canned salmon, chopped onions (lots of onions), and chopped parsley. And of course, there are herb bagels, of which rosemary is my favorite. Here's a recipe, with some how-to instructions if you haven't made bagels before. Don't panic. Bagels are easy-peasy, as my friend Dani says. You just have to be around for the length of time it takes the yeast to act, the water to boil, and the bagels to bake.
Making more words today. I always get stuck in the general middle of a book, along about 50,000 words, technically past the middle of an 88,000-word book, but you get the idea. It's usually not a lack of story material or the loss of imagination, but a failure of focus. The problem with this book was last week's storm: power out, roof repair, errant cows, cleanup. I shouldn't blame the storm, really, since it seems to happen with almost every book. But yesterday the story came unstuck, and Beatrix and I (I'm working on #7 in the Cottage Tales) sailed along for our usual 1500 words. Today I'll be making 1500 more words. That's the plan, anyway. I'm with story-meister Stephen King when it comes to making words: I have to do it regularly, day in and day out. Give me a day off, pull me out of my writing schedule, and the energy sags and attention fails. I'm a gone goose.
Of course, I can always make bagels.
Reading note, from Stephen King, On Writing: I like to get ten pages a day, which amounts to 2,000 words... On some days those ten pages come easily; I'm up and out and doing errands by eleven-thirty in the morning, perky as a rat in liverwurst. More frequently, as I grow older, I find myself eating lunch at my desk and finishing the day's work around one-thirty in the afternoon. Sometimes, when the words come hard, I'm still fiddling around at teatime. Either way is fine with me, but only under dire circumstances do I allow myself to shut down before I get my 2,000 words.




