I Love Cake

I want to be very clear here. I do NOT like MAKING cake. I like EATING cake.

I prefer the sweet white cakes from the super market, but rich chocolate cakes are certainly acceptable. German chocolate is good, lemon is great, orange and strawberry flavored are certainly scrumptious.

Cake is a joy of my life. Although it can make me fat, it isn't as complicated as family. Cake doesn't have "issues" like chocolate does. You can only eat so much cake, then you have to stop. Then it's just there for the next time you want to enjoy.

Another joy in my life is writing fiction. I love MAKING fiction and I love READING fiction. It's even better than cake! And writing fiction has no calorie content whatsoever. The only real down side is that I get very spacey and my family gets very impatient. Like cake, I can only write so much fiction, then I have to stop for awhile. But I always know it's there to enjoy.

I've come to realize in the last few days, that writing fiction is like eating cake for me: one of life's great joys. Along with that realization, came the understanding that like cake, I can enjoy writing fiction whenever and where ever I want. I'm truly not tied to place or days or an office or a desk. Writing just happens where it happens. Just like eating cake just happens.

The rest of life, what often feels like it's interfering with the joy of writing, is actually contributing to the writing, providing fuel for characters and plots and juicy details. What provides this for cake? Icing!

Therefore, life is like icing.

I also love icing.