Being a writer is hard, especially if you can’t take criticism very well. I’m not one of those. In fact, I find great pleasure when agents berate me. At least their reading my stuff. And it usually makes me a better writer to get an honest criticism.
I bake in my spare time which, oddly enough, usually comes toddling along the timeline of life at almost the exact same moment when total hunger wakes me from my writing reverie. I like to bake for the same reason that I like to write; I never know what I’m going to get. I might start making a mincemeat pie and end up with chocolate chip cookies (which is really lucky for me because I hate mincemeat).
I cannot stand people obsessing about silly things like whether my socks match or not or that cow farts cause global warming or even important matters such as what Sally heard Jenny telling Jasmine what Michael said to his cousin Adrian. Steer clear of these sorts of things and you and I are bound to become the best of friends.