While many are gearing up for the festive season, I'm gearing down, escaping the madding mayhem to instead muse and masticate words as they spill into my book, Grow, Cook, Write.
Now 82,931 words in, I've got my feet in the garden for inspiration, my hands on the pots and pans for creation, and my bum on the chair for elevation to exciting new food-literary levels.
Any love and support to see me though the last seven chapters welcome.
I'll see you on the other side. I have some nibbles of interest from a couple of publishers, but if you're a reputable one with the goods to introduce the world to a genre-bending book that redefines food literature, I'll see you any time.
Because Food Sans Story is Bland
(Julia Hebaiter in a Former Life)FoodLit Writer, Feel-Good Food Lover & Storyteller