Cara/Andrea here, apologizing for still moaning and groaning about the stresses of my impending move. it's been a rough couple of months as I have been both selling my old place and buying a new one. The purchase went smooth a a Regency silk gown (and it fits just as nicely—I love it and can't wait to get my stuff—much culled down— settled there later this week. Alas, the seling part hashad more than enough stresses for both transactions. The buyer is, to be polite, the Buyer from Hell. And so, I am invoking the Wench Rule of posting an oldie but goodie today (I promise this is the last shirking of Wenchly duites!) This one is all about rewarding one's elf for getting through a tough deadline. It involves chocolate—and trust me, I feel I deserve a reward when this is finally done! (Which, Knock on Wood, is scheduled for early next week.)
So without further ado, here's a vintage post on finishing one of my chocolate mysteries:
Labor Day, that annual September rite of passage, is a signal to many of us that hey, the lazy days of summer are over and it’s time to buckle down to serious work again. But what with looming deadlines and some unexpected travel opportunities, I didn’t have a lot of time for lollygagging these past few months.
September 1 was the due date for Sweet Revenge, my first historical mystery (due out sometime next year with NAL . . . but more on that in a later blog. Suffice it to say it’s set in the Regency, and chocolate plays an important role in the plot.) As this was my first foray into a new genre, I fretted more than usual over the typical writer worries one goes through as a story progresses—is the plot too convoluted? . . . is the pacing too slow? . . . is the heroine too dark?
The manuscript also required a lot more research than usual, and in a subject that is not remotely in my comfort zone. Indeed, I owe a great deal of thanks to a dear lawyer friend who spent a number of hours patiently—very patiently—explaining John Law, the basics of economic theory and the concept of debt-equity swaps. Lest your eyes start glazing over at this moment, I assure you that the book will not be as boring as you might fear. At least, I hope not.
In any case, the manuscript is Done and Delivered. Which brings me roundabout to the real topic of my ramblings. Which is Reward.
But allow me to digress a moment longer . . .
In golf, there is a basic concept in designing a course that is called Risk-Reward. In other words, an architect usually provides two ways to play a hole: you can be safe and take a path with fewer hazards, but are unlikely to reap the reward of making a birdie or eagle (those are Good Things for you non-golfers) Or, you can try a risky shot, like hitting over water, or a deep ravine. If you miss, you’ll really muck up your score, but if you hit it right, you usually get rewarded.
Now, keeping with the golf metaphor, I figure that I took a risk by trying something new, so deserve a reward. So, despite another deadline coming up in November for my next romance book, I decided to allow myself a few small indulgences last week, which I break into the following categories:
Practical Rewards
My drawers were getting to the really scary stages of shove-and-shut, so I decided to treat myself to straightening up the clutter. I cleaned out all my summer things, took them to the attic, and brought down fall stuff. Sweaters, flannel shirts, turtlenecks, corduroys, jeans are now all neatly folded, with arms and legs not twitching to escape when I close the drawer. The closet is weeded out, and I can actually get a hanger off the bar without knocking its neighbor to the floor. And shoes are standing in parade row precision. Okay, it won’t last for long, but it did give me a warm and fuzzy feeling of accomplishment.)
Sweat Rewards
It was a perfect day last Wednesday, cool, crisp, not a cloud in the day. At 2 pm, when during the course of a normal writing day I usually put another loop of duct tape around my legs to keep me in my chair, I played hooky and went to walk 9 holes of golf. It was glorious, even though the seagulls kept giving me the evil eye, as if to say, “why are you out here right now, and not at work?” Exercise is important, and sunshine has Vitamin D, so in reality, it shouldn’t really count as a reward, but merely part of a writer’s training regime. (I do a lot of plotting as I walk.)
Which is why, when all was said and done, I still needed to give myself . . .
The Ultimate Reward
The new book features a chocolate recipe at the beginning of each chapter (yes, more research, but in that field I consider myself an expert!) So after looking them all over, I picked one to make. Here it is . . .
Chocolate-Coffee Brownies
2 sticks (1/2 lb) unsalted butter
5 oz unsweetened chocolate
2 tablespoons instant-espresso powder
2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
5 large eggs
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1. Preheat oven to 350°F with rack in middle. Butter and flour a 13- by 9-inch baking pan.
2. Melt butter and chocolate with espresso powder in a 3-quart heavy saucepan over low heat, whisking until smooth. Remove from heat and cool to lukewarm. Whisk in sugar and vanilla. Whisk in eggs 1 at a time until mixture is glossy and smooth.
3. Whisk together flour, cinnamon, and salt, then whisk into chocolate mixture.
4. Spread batter in pan and bake until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out with crumbs adhering, 25 to 30 minutes. Cool completely before cutting.
After taking it out of the oven, I let it cool to lukewarm, then cut a large square. Once again, it was the middle of the afternoon, sunlight dancing through the trees. Throwing guilt to the wind, I curled up on the couch with a book. Oh, bliss . . . .
So, how about you? Do you reward yourself for achieving a goal, or doing an onerous task? And what’s your favorite treat? Sweets? Shopping? Museums?
This looks very yummy, Cara/Andrea. Hugs on the stresses of selling and moving and having to pack and unpack, and worst of all for me -- culling stuff!
But in a week or two the worst will be over, and you'll be in your new home and it will be fabulous!
Posted by: Anne Gracie | Monday, July 28, 2014 at 10:16 PM
I learned "time and treats" when I went back to school. I was having trouble concentrating on studying when all the zillion little things of the workday were running through my brain. It was hard to settle into it. So I took a course in How to Study. The most useful thing I learned was "time and treats" - you promise yourself that after some set period of study, or some assignment completed, or whatever the task is, you will get your treat (not before and not during, not until you're done). The treat could be anything; it didn't have to be food. Some students said they'd walk the dog, others said they'd dance to the radio, several said they'd read a chapter or two of an entertainment book. One guy said he'd have sex. Whatever would motivate, didn't matter what it was in itself. I usually read a bit of some comfort read like Heyer or Tolkien. Brownies would have got me to study but are ultimately counterproductive ;)
Posted by: Janice | Tuesday, July 29, 2014 at 12:56 AM
I should reward myself with 30 minutes on a treadmill when I hit my wordcount each day, but if we're talking treat, then a trip to a museum of any sort works for me!
Posted by: Mia Marlowe | Tuesday, July 29, 2014 at 07:35 AM
After our last move, I swore Never to move again. Good luck with finalizing your sale. For treats, I indulge in chocolate and time to read without interruptions.
Posted by: Glenda | Tuesday, July 29, 2014 at 07:48 AM
Thanks, Anne. I am taking deep breaths (and big bites of brownie) to remain calm. In a week, I shall be very happy!
Posted by: Andrea Penrose | Tuesday, July 29, 2014 at 08:47 AM
Janice, that so interesting about the study advice. I think that "reward" factor does help focus and discipline. I do think having a goal helps still the wandering mind.
Posted by: Andrea Penrose | Tuesday, July 29, 2014 at 08:48 AM
Yes, a museum visit is even better than a brownie! Alas, the brownies are closer. But when I get done with all this, I have promised myself some nice cultural treats that stimulate the mind and imagination, to make up for all the mindless grunt work I've been doing.
Posted by: Andrea Penrose | Tuesday, July 29, 2014 at 08:50 AM
Glenda, I'm with you_ I don't want to do this again for a LONG time. It's incredibly stressful and time consuming. Reading has helped keep me sane, though it's been hard to find the minutes, and I tend to fall asleep right away at night.
Posted by: Andrea Penrose | Tuesday, July 29, 2014 at 08:51 AM
There's rewards, and then there's rewards. I'm such a procrastinator when it comes to housework, that I do 30 minutes of cleaning and then 30 minutes of reading. I do finish a task (mopping the floor) or a section of a book before I dive back into work or a break. So reading is my reward for housework.
For little things I accomplish during the day, like paying bills or taking a walk, I will have a caramel. (I'm allergic to chocolate.)
Right now, I'm setting up a new computer. Moving is worse, and I will have to do it soon; but the new computer ranks right up there. Customer service is good, but some of the calls to the computer company, the email company, and the antivirus company have taken 2 hours! If I accomplish one task on the set-up, then I get to quit for the night. I am now doing blogs and emails. Much more fun. (Shudder, tomorrow is hooking up the printer.)
Posted by: Shannon | Tuesday, July 29, 2014 at 02:53 PM