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As I write this, I’m also baking bread.
Bread has been one of my small projects for a while, on and off. Baking, eating and writing about bread. As we move into the autumn months, with lamps on in the late afternoon and small cups of tea throughout the day, bread has risen in my mind again.
I have a set of notes on my phone titled ‘bread’ in which I write down ideas relating to bread. And by bread, I mean bread bread. Sometimes pastries or crackers, but mainly pillowy soft rolls and loaves, bread for sourdough sandwiches, bread for warm, buttered toast. I like thinking of bread, I like writing about bread. A character in my new novel bakes badly and often.
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