About two months ago, I reached a cross-road: on the one hand I really, really wanted to be an author whose novels were read and enjoyed by more than friends and family, on the other hand I also wanted to make cakes, to be eaten and enjoyed by more than friends and family. On the writing side, I had two finished novels and had three in various stages of completion, but my kick-assed agent despaired of being able to sell my books, given the current state of publishing. On the cake side, I had more requests than I could possibly handle, possibly due to my inability to accurately account for the cost of making them and selling them at a steal.
I decided to do what any some-what sane mother would do – I would do both, and see where it took me. So far so good – book 1 is doing okay and cake orders are flowing in, managable because I have a fab cake-making partner in Natasha, whose creativity and wine-drinking ability might possibly exceed my own (we are still working on finding the limits of both).
Cheers! (because the kids are asleep and I’m on my cheeky 3rd glass!)