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!)

Lucy x