Building conflict is essential in a novel. This has been drilled into our heads over and over again. It’s easy to build conflict with a killer on the loose with real, well fictional, life or death situations.
Conflict… doesn’t always have to be life or death.
I’m the epitome of conflict as I have an obsession with baking in the midst of bikini season. I mean really, who bakes a rhubarb pie, two loaves of bread and dinner rolls while walking miles each day with her daughter to try to remove the evidence of our creme cheese addiction?
I’m a masochist. Today, we add weights to our workout routine… and maybe another mile. I’ve gone up two sizes and if this doesn’t stop, when I walk it will look like two muskrats fighting in a gunny sack when I walk. I like my cheese on a bagel, not on my legs!
My daughter has put on 8 pounds since the end of school. But, she was a size zero so she could afford the extra weight.
Someone should lock me out of the oven. But then again, I’m creative.
I’m considering seeking professional help for my baking addiction. I’m certain it has something to do with growing up poor and not wanting anyone to be hungry… or the smell of anything baking in the oven…or a nesting instinct… Maybe I have mommy issues.
Any other masochists out there? How do you keep yourself in check?