My friends, today I have a story for you (since I do claim to be a storyteller by trade). This is a tale of defeating the odds, of going from nothing to everything. This is a tale of success.
Glad you could make it!
Let the party begin!
If you follow me on Twitter, you have likely seen my bio, which reads:
"Fiction writer. East Tennesseean. Softball player. Reader. Cooking up words and biscuits. Have some, they're whole wheat."
Now, the bit about words and biscuits means no more than I am a writer who enjoys cooking. (Also, my biscuits are whole wheat and contain no Crisco. I know, I have failed as a southerner.)
However, there are certain similarities between the two. Cooking is, after all, an art form requiring creativity and patience. There is a long tradition of writers partaking in other art forms. Though the forms of expression vary, I do believe that all art comes from the same place. It is a place of freedom and a place of discontent—a desire to look on the world and see it for all it is and all it could be.
In the spirit of these two different but complementary art forms—and always trying to view writing from a different angle—here is my recipe for "Story a la Mode."