I’ve always loved cooking and baking. For me, there’s something very satisfying in taking a set of instructions and a list of ingredients and turning them into something delicious and sustaining. In fact, if you look at it the right way, cooking is a little like magic (though the magic in A SLEIGHT OF SHADOWS is much more murdery and less delicious and there’s even a bit where cooking by magic is dismissed as less tasty than cooking by mundane means… sorry, tangent.). So perhaps it’s not surprising that when I started writing seriously, cooking and baking – and baking in particular – became part of my writing process. I started writing seriously during my final year of grad school, the same year that I was finishing and preparing to defend my dissertation. So, basically, I was working on two book-length projects simultaneously. It was a lot. And I’m a writer who works best when I have constant momentum – so, a few words a day every day works much better for me than large chunks of words one day, and then a few days off. There are a lot of things I like about working that way, and I’m good…