When writing conflicts with cooking, for me there is no contest. The image above is not a reflection on my culinary skills but a testimony to my ability to focus on my literary endeavours. This morning, in spite of being hungry, I got stuck into writing a new chapter, as I was on a role. I had earlier put some eggs into a pot of water and left them to cook for our breakfast, returning to the living room to continue my typing. I won’t apologize, as all puns are intended.
I became so engrossed by the ideas my brain was hatching that I completely forgot about breakfast. Even though my stomach was rumbling and complaining, I carried on eggstracting one thought after another until I had finished the chapter. With a sigh of relief and a great feeling of satisfaction, I leaned back in my chair and closed…
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