While I crawl up and down the pages of my new novel, Ken has been bringing in the summer harvest. Ten kilos every day. Now the freezer is full of different versions of tomato sauces and the fridge is jammed full of jars of tomato chutney. Next, he’ll be pulling out all the spices for tomato kasundi.
Meanwhile, I’m out in my office stewing on all the various problems that a final draft can present.
Writing and cooking have a lot in common. Sometimes you just have to let an idea simmer for a while until it grows sweet and tender. And other times, you throw a whole heap of ingredients together and magically, they turn into something delicious. Or collapses into an indigestable lump.