"Do anything, but let it produce joy." ~ Walt Witman
There I was, standing in my little green kitchen on the afternoon of February 13. I had just put the kettle on for tea, as the wind was howling outside and I needed to warm up after coming in from the cold. A few days earlier I did this, and frankly I felt like my life was at a crossroads. I was excited and scared and aware that I was on a new path; I just didn't know what it was yet. While the water was beginning to simmer, I scanned my phone for anything of interest. Hmmm. What's this? An email from an associate publisher at TouchWood Editions. She introduced herself, and thanked me for the wonderful review I did of this book. She also said that if I had any ambitions of writing a cookbook, I should get in touch with her. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe two. It does that when I get really excited. I re-read that email a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. And then I called my mom.
