Hump Day Wednesday: How I Burned the Rice


It’s Wednesday and we’re halfway through the work week. Yay!

Although for me, the work week often extends to Saturday and an occasional Sunday. But I really don’t mind, because I love what I do. When I’m in the middle of writing a novel, I write every day to get the story on paper and maintain the momentum.

So how does writing relate to burning the rice? I’m glad you asked. 🙂  I happen to eat a fair amount of rice. Yesterday morning I put some on to cook. While it simmered, I headed into my office to work on my current book-in-progress. I told myself, “In 45 minutes, you need to turn off the rice. Don’t forget!”

You see, in the past, I have forgotten a few times–always a Very Bad thing. You should’ve seen the hard-boiled eggs that cooked so long, the water all boiled away. So sad.

Back to yesterday’s fiasco. You can guess what happened. Yep, I was so immersed in my story that I completely forgot about the rice. The instant that awful burnt smell wafted toward me, I raced into the kitchen, scolding myself for another memory lapse. Will I never learn? Ugh, what a stinky mess. I’m still soaking the poor pan.

Darn it–I know better!

Never again, I swear. From now on, if I dare to risk cooking anything while I write, I will set a timer to remind myself to check on it.

There, I’ve posted my pledge for all to see. To share your thoughts about this, click on leave a reply.

Until Friday, and wishing you a middle of the week doesn’t include burned rice,


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