Being a writer is a tough gig, as previously noted. Hugely satisfying, and the only thing you can do if you are called to it, but it is a demanding task mistress and at all but the highest levels, the pay is low.
So you might as well have fun while you are doing it. I’ve been pondering how, exactly, we creatives might have success setting the brain free. And below are some tips. Some of these may be familiar to you, but often it takes reading something several times before it really lodges in the mind. And some might be new to you. Consider them all and think about how you can put them to use in your writing life.
Write hard and fast for the discovery draft. Throwing words at the page with abandon, when time passes, and you don’t even know it, and afterward you’re in love with the world—this is why, I believe, most writers start writing. It is wonderful experience. It gets harder to achieve this state when you are writing professionally, but….you need to. This is when the magic happens.
Don’t confuse writing with rewriting. Don’t labor over every word as you write. Let the words rip. And also, don’t labor over the first chapters of the book, going back over it and over it. This is a sure way to get blocked. Write your discovery draft from start to finish and then you can begin revising. You’ll know much more about the book when you get to the end, trust me.
Write bad. If you are well and truly blocked, this is an exercise that will help set your brain free. Write one bad page. Force yourself to write the worst crap you can think of. Here’s the thing: you won’t. Because you are basically a good writer, so writing bad doesn’t come naturally. But once you allow yourself to write bad, that takes the pressure off.
How do you keep your brain and creativity free?
A (much) longer version of this was first published on Medium, which is a site that encourages longer reads. You can read that version here. I’ve got other posts on writing up there, too!
I once told a mentor that I’d had an epiphany–to be a writer, you needed to know a lot about the world. And I believe this is true. As writers, we need to understand character in order to create ones that leap off the page. We need to understand nuances of place, so that our characters can inhabit those spaces. And maybe most of all, we need to have a firm grasp on how cause and effect works in the world, so that we can write compelling story arcs.
And yet, I’ve now amended my original epiphany. Yes, writers need to know a lot about the world. But more importantly, much more importantly, writers need to be open to more.
We need to be open to delving deeply into what we know.
We need to be open to discovering what we don’t know–whether that is the unknown depths within us or one of the many wonders of the world outside us.
We need to be amenable to having new experiences and not letting fear shut us down.
We need to be willing to be wrong once in a while.
We need to cultivate an attitude of humility about being right, when we are right, so as not to become hardened by our righteousness.
We need to be open to befriending the other, those who might be a little different than us.
We need, in other words, to be open to the world.
Most of the writers I know are like this. Which is why, I believe, that writers are the most fascinating people in the world.
Anything else I should add to the list of what we need to be open to? Leave a comment!
I’m ready. I’ve got two projects I want to finish, one knitted, one crocheted, on the needles, and I’ve warned my husband that we’ll be eating our dinners in front of the TV for the next couple weeks. Because: Olympics. Because: Winter Olympics.
I love them.
I love watching the Olympics, especially the Winter Olympics. I love the skating (all of it, from figure to racing), the skiing, the crazy jumping. Even the curling. I love seeing the snow and how beautiful it all is.
I think I love it because I don’t do any of these sports. Oh, I took figure skating as a kid after the doctor told my Mom it would be good for my ankle after I broke it. My sister and I got matching-but-different-color skating skirts and went to the mall every Sunday afternoon to wobble around on the ice.
And I had a brief shining moment as a skier in college. I was so into it that I took a semester off school and lived and worked in Sun Valley one winter. While I lived there that year, I got to see a World Cup race in person, which was pretty awesome. As I recall, watching the races was easily accessible. These days it would probably be a mob scene.
And even though here in Portland we got tons of snow last year (well if tons means a dusting that shuts the city down every week) we don’t often see a lot of it. This year, one storm on Christmas Eve that only succeeded in ruining everyone’s holiday plans.
So I watch these sports that are held on snow and ice every four years from the comfort of my home, likely holding knitting needles and a glass of wine. And, honestly? At this stage in my life I’m happy to be viewing from the comfort of my home.
What does this have to do with writing? One word: passion. It takes passion by the truckload to become an Olympic champion and I submit it takes the same to become a writer. Okay, so one is physical and one mainly mental. Same trait, different arena. And I think this has a lot to do with my fascination over the games. I love stories of people excelling, no matter what they choose to excel at.
You and I won’t may not ever make an Olympic team. But we can excel at our own personal writing. How? One word at a time, one writing session at a time. Over and over and over again.
One of my favorite current promos for the Olympics shows skier Lindsay Vonn as she prepares for her competition. It intersperses shots of her as a tiny little girl first on skies, with her kicking ass in the gym and flying down the ski slopes. It reminds me, every time I see it, of what it takes to succeed.
Yeah, you can call it grit or determination or discipline or whatever you want. But all it really is for us writers is to sit down over and over and over again and return to the page.
And–I’m going to France for the month of March and taking a couple lucky clients with me. Metaphorically, people. I’m committing to work with only 2 people while I’m there doing mostly writing and I’ve got one person lined up. So if you need some help with your writing, be it encouragement or editing, pop me a line at email@example.com.
On my writing retreat last weekend, I reread my novel. Yeah, that’s right. The one I told everyone how terrible it was. How it needed major surgery. How it had plot holes so big you could drive a truck through them. How the characters were undeveloped.
In re-reading it I found that all of the above was true–to a certain degree. But overall, the draft had a lot going for it–engaging characters, a great setting, a fun conflict (if conflicts can be considered fun). And the writing was solid, mostly, even though I wrote much of it quite quickly.
The book wasn’t bad, but my attitude was. I had been busy telling myself it was a piece of crap, that it was terrible and hopeless and going to be impossible to rewrite. And that, in turn, made me feel terrible and hopeless and like I was worth nothing more than, well, a piece of crap. Because as goes my writing, so goes my life. I’m happiest–and most confident–when I’m deep in the middle of writing a story. And having confidence in my writing is a huge part of sustaining a regular writing practice.
So how did I manage to so spectacularly lose it? I’m not really sure, but I think it has to do with not being actively engaged in writing a novel. I am always writing something, even if it’s just journal pages, but when I’m not working on a story of some kind, I lose faith in myself. Of course, one needs to take a break sometimes. And that’s what I thought I was doing. Instead, I was berating myself for the terrible work I’d done.
But, as is so often the case, the opposite of lack of confidence is not good either. This is when you are so puffed up about your work that you can’t take constructive criticism from anybody, or make good decisions about it yourself. Because you are so sure that it is all perfect! Sometimes writers mistake the experience of writing for the end result. In other words, just because the words flowed easily and you had a blast writing it doesn’t mean that it’s perfect at the end. I’ve not yet seen a first draft that couldn’t stand some tinkering.
But I see far fewer cases of that than I do instances of writers lacking confidence in themselves. Years ago, when my kids were little they’d get worried if I was going to go complain to a teacher of a school principal about something, not wanting me to rock the boat. I’d say, “If your mother isn’t going to stand up for you, who is?” I hope it taught them something about standing up for what was theirs. And that’s how I feel about writing. We’ve got to learn to stand up for our work–without getting too egotistical about it.
How’s your writing going? Do you have confidence in it?
“In the beginning mind, there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s there are few.” Suzuki Roshi
I don’t know about you, but I consider myself an expert. Yep, I sure do. Because I’ve been writing novels for a gazillion years and teaching fiction writing for half that time. I’ve studied long enough to have earned an MFA and blogged long enough to remember when WordPress barely existed. So, yes indeedy. Expert here.
You’re probably an expert, too. Maybe in writing—you’ve probably been at it for a while, too. Or maybe in other areas of your work and life. By the time you reach a certain age, you’re a bona fide expert. That means you and I know a lot.
It also means we have a lot of preconceptions. Maybe a mind that is a tiny bit closed to challenges to our knowledge. A brain shut tight to new ideas, to an expansive openness that lets the light in. And we may not even notice, being so very busy in our expertness.
I was reminded of all this last week when I taught a group of beginners (or raw recruits as I liked to call them). Out of a group of eight, seven came to the novel-writing workshop with no prior experience writing full-length fiction. They had ideas, but some were vague. They knew nothing about plotters and pantsers and plot points and character dossiers or how to write a scene or structure a novel. By the end of our three days together, they walked out with a plot and characters firmly in mind, close to being ready to write.
I attribute this readiness not to me, but to them—and their marvelous beginner minds. They soaked up ideas like the moss on my sidewalk soaks up water during rainy Oregon winters. Their beginner minds filled up with knowledge and ideas at an astounding pace and they inspired me—and this post—along the way.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with attaining expert status. There’s the whole 10,000 hours thing espoused by Malcolm Gladwell , who claims you need to practice a thing that many hours to be considered an expert. Do a quick spin around the interwebs and you’ll find all kinds of references to mavens and experts and specialists and professionals. And they are all good. We need their knowledge and expertise. But there’s something amazingly wonderful about approaching one’s work with a beginner’s mind, as I witnessed last week.
Following are some ideas for maintaining a beginner’s mind. But also go read this lovely article about it from a Buddhist abbess.
Be open. I know, duh. But how often to you find yourself listening to another person and eagerly pondering what you’re going to say in reply? Or getting defensive and upset about their words? Yeah, me, too. So, for instance, if a writing friend is going on about how great it is to write without an outline and you fervently believe the opposite, try just being a tiny bit open to his point of view.
Be willing to admit you’re not always right. Often we desire to be right more than anything. I’m not sure why this is—perhaps it gives us a sense of power or security in the world. But it can be detrimental, too. Though my husband and I like to joke that I’m always right, I can think of some times when I’ve been very, very wrong. A willingness to admit it would have saved me tons of grief.
Be willing to admit you don’t know everything. There are all kinds of literary terms whose meaning I don’t get. Okay, I admitted it. And I still sometimes get confused about omniscient viewpoint. And don’t even get me started on math—my son, the mathematician has explained prime numbers to me at least five times. I still don’t understand them. And that’s okay.
But don’t close your mind just because you don’t know. Don’t let not knowing keep you from being curious. I could probably stand to learn Excel, for instance, an app I’ve told myself repeatedly I can’t master. With an attitude like that, it’s likely I never will.
So the not knowing thing cuts both ways.
Approach life and writing with a sense of adventure. Every time I’ve said to myself, “Life’s an adventure,” it has turned out to be. You can’t have an adventure with a closed mind, you just can’t. And life and writing are ever so much more fun when you’re adventurous.
Okay, those are my thoughts. And now I’m going to go apply a beginner’s mind to looking at my WIP (work in progress for those with beginner’s minds). I invite you to come on over to the blog ( ) to comment on how you cultivate beginner’s mind.
Because every year I choose three words to guide me. Except usually I do it in early December. Not this year, though. For some reason, most of December seemed like one big blur to me this year. But never mind. Here it is the last day of the old year and at last I’m getting to it.
Oh, whoops, apparently I was a bit late with my words last year, too, which I discovered when I went to find that link. But better late than never–truly. That is one cliche that is very true. Anyway, I like to choose three words because it sets the tone and intention for the coming year. One of my most favorite activities during these dark days is to plan for what I want to accomplish in the new year. Hey, new year’s resolutions? I LOVE them. I do. I dislike all those naysayers who say they don’t work. And I consider my three words of the year as sort of mini-resolutions. What I want my year to be distilled into simple, easy to remember form.
This year, for one brief, misguided moment, I thought I might actually choose only one word. Ha! That lasted about half a second. Because in my world, more is more. More is better. More is the best. So three words it is and here they are:
One could consider these odd choices, or perhaps one could not, if one were odd like oneself. So here’s a bit of explanation.
Momentous. I really want to evoke the idea of mindfulness, but all the words I could think of that were related to it and even the actual word itself were sort of blah. And then, while looking up something else, I hit on the word momentous, which means, “of great or far-reaching importance or consequence.” Yes, indeedy, I would love me a year like that. And the added bonus about this word, which is quickly becoming one of my favorites, is that it contains within it the word moment. Which is a fine substitute for being present in my mind. And being present through meditation is one of the rich gifts I gleaned from 2015.
Festive. This word means “joyous and merry,” and that is how I like my life to be. We are a family that celebrates everything, as one of my daughter’s friends once said with disdain (my daughter took it as a compliment and so did I). But it is easy to get un-festive if one if worrying about being momentous. So I want my year to be made up of many, many festive moments. And finally….
Vigorous. Because this is the year my lower back and knee pain leaves me. (In my continuing search for ways to accomplish this, I’ve found a new tool: ashiatsu massage, also known as Oriental Bar Therapy. Check out this link, it is when the therapist USES HER FEET ON YOUR BODY. And it is amazing.) So I’m looking for health, glowing physical health, but again that word, health? Insert buzzer sound here. So I came up with vigorous, which is much more, well, vigorous, don’t you think?
So there you have it. Momentous, festive and vigorous. My three words for the year. Do you choose a word or words? Care to share in the comments?
**Oh, PS: I thought this was interesting. The word of the year, according to Dictionary.com, is identity.
***And, PSS, or PPS, whichever is correct, we still have a couple of spaces left for the Room to Write retreat in Nashville next week. Start 2016 out right, with a weekend devoted to writing! Click here for more info.
I went there to teach a workshop with my good writing friend Terry Price. We called it From Spark to Story, and planned it to be just that: a journey from gathering inspiration, to getting it onto the page, to shaping it into a story.
It worked brilliantly.
Well, okay, so maybe I exaggerate just a little. But the 17 people who were there (20 signed up but several had last minute snafus) seemed to enjoy it and get a lot out of it. And I know that Terry and I loved teaching it. Here are some of my main take-aways:
–15 minutes a day is all it takes. Both Terry and I came to this separately and planned to present it as a method to find your way back to your writing and, just as important, sustain a writing practice. It resonated deeply with the participants, and many of them tweeted and posted on Facebook on Sunday morning that they'd done their 15 minutes. (We created a hashtag for it if you're so inclined: #15minsday.)
If you were to, starting now, write 15 minutes a day every day you could have a novel written in a year. Really. I'm not kidding. Do the math. And the other thing is that often when you tell yourself all you have to do is 15 minutes, you get so engrossed that you end up writing longer. But that's not even necessary.
–Prompts are good. We worked some with a variety of prompts on Friday night and Saturday morning and our writers found them useful as portals to all kinds of inspiration and epiphanies. So often writers sniff at prompts as being the province of beginners, but I use them all the time (hence, my prompt blog). If you've not had luck with them in the past, try again. Just remember to keep your pen moving across the page. Its when you stop to ponder and stare out the window that prompts aren't as effective.
–Clustering can unleash you from your left brain. More often now called mind-mapping (I like clustering better), this technique was popularized by the late Gabriel Rico in her book Writing the Natural Way. To tell you the truth, I'd forgotten about it, but Terry is a fan and he made people try it. Since I was icing my foot (I had a terrible attack of plantar fascitis while there) I didn't do it in the workshop, but I've been playing with it since and I can see its value. Give it a whirl.
–Get thee to a labyrinth. Scarritt Bennett Center, where I stayed, and where we held the workshop, has a labyrinth modeled on the one at Chartes, France. It is a marvelous creativity jogger. You ask a question or think of a problem before you enter, walk to the center, pause to listen, then walk back out again. Note that a labyrinth is different from a maze. With a maze, you're trying to find your way out. With a labyrinth, you're finding your way in. Take a journal with you because you'll likely have an inspiration or two to write down. It has never failed me yet. To find a labyrinth in your area, try Labyrinth Locator.
I'm sure more thoughts will bubble up over the next few days and weeks and I'll report. For me, it was a rejuvenating experience to be back in Nashville and reconnect with a city I love and so many of the people I know and love who live there. Southern hospitality truly is the most generous in the world and I've always been welcomed so warmly.
And stay tuned–because we are cooking up a Spark to Story Part Two to be held in the near future!
I've not harrassed myself people about this for awhile, so as 2015 starts, it seems a good time. And, there's a hashtag going around on Twitter so its hard to avoid. (Of course now that I've gone to look for it, I can't find it.) And, most importantly, I truly, deeply, madly believe in this concept.
The concept is, of course (as my three-year-old grandson says), that you get up in the morning and do what's most important to you the very first thing. This likely means you will need to set your alarm (unless you are like me, whose eyes pop open at 5:30 no matter what) to get up early enough to accomplish whatever is most important to you.
For me, the most important thing is writing. Always has been, always will be. I am at my best all day long if I've gone straight to the page when I get up (with one quick detour to the coffeepot, of course). Lately I've been writing morning pages for 20 minutes or so and finding them nourishing and energizing. Most days, they lead me straight to the computer and the file of my WIP, allowing me to bypass my email and social media without a thought.
But your most important thing might be yoga or running, as my neighbor Sheila does every day, or meditating, or, I don't know–fishing. Or crocheting. Or weeding the garden by moonlight. Or art journaling. Or playing piano. Only you can decide.
And the point is, what you do doesn't matter. But you will find that if you are doing what is most important to you first thing, it matters a lot. Because you will start the rest of your day knowing that you've already knocked off what you want to do most. No worries or stress about when you will actually get to it.
This is life changing. People say this about things all the time, but this really, truly is life changing. If you commit to only one thing in 2015, commit to this. You'll thank me at the end of the year, after your novel is written, your garden has bloomed all summer, or you've crocheted a hundred sweaters.
"What I usually recommend: get up early. Get up early and work for a couple hours on the thing you really care about. When you’re done, go about your day: go to school, go to your job, make your family breakfast, whatever. Your teacher or your boss or your kids can’t take your work away from you, because you already did it. And you know you’ll get to do it tomorrow morning, as long as you make it through today."
(The article this was taken from is about doing something, anything, towards your most important goal every day. Its worth reading.)
I could go on and on about this, but I'm not going to. Because the thing is, you just need to do it. So, off you go. Enjoy!
(In case you don't know–what, you've lived under a rock for the last umpteen years? Kidding, just kidding–my title is a take-off of a song from The Sound of Music, the best musical of ALL TIME, and no I'm not talking about the stupid rip-off live version with Carrie Underwood in it.)
This is the last time you will hear from me this year. And I thought it might be fun to look back at what inspired me, perhaps inspiring you to think about what inspired you this past year and what might inspire you in 2015. I've been doing a lot of work with goals (there is nothing I love more than planning and pondering) for the new year, and an important part of that is looking back to see what happened in the last year.
I've had a few disappointments, goals that didn't get accomplished and progress not made in certain areas. But I really prefer to dwell on the positive, and besides I have it on good authority (I read it in two, count them, two different places on the interwebs and we all know how reliable that source is)that 2014 has been a year of discovering what it is you truly want while 2015 will be all about accomplishing it.
Here we go with my inspirations (in no particular order except for the way they came out of my brain):
1. Indie publishing. As the year began, everyone, all over the webs, was talking about making it as an indie writer. All you had to do was throw shit up on Amazon and it sold and made you a millionaire! I was intrigued. Then, in March I went to AWP in Seattle and heard Hugh Howey, the poster child for indie publishing speak. More enthusiasm! Much excitement! He made $150K in one month with his books!
I was intrigued enough to experiment with putting a wee bit of effort out, and posting a story for sale. While I didn't get rich selling it, I do like to think that it has introduced some new readers to me. Maybe. Not sure.
Now, as we head towards 2015, I hear much less noise about how easy it is to make tons o' bucks on Amazon and I think they may be due to their Kindle Unlimited option. I don't know the exact details but it is something to do with customers getting all the Ebook downloads they want for free with a Prime membership. Yeah, that might put a crimp in author's royalties. Ya think?
However, I still applaud the indie publishing movement. It's going to continue to be fascinating to watch the battle between Ebook and print, and indie versus traditional publishers as the future rolls along. And I am planning to publish my MFA novel myself, because it is sitting on my computer, so why not?
2. France. 'nough said. No, wait. Not really. Because, France. And Paris. And writing with a group of like-minded people. It really is the best. Getting away from your regular routine and devoting yourself to writing in an exotic location rocks. That's all there is to it. (You can still join us–3 spots left.)
3. Family. Always and forever. I am blessed, no doubt about it.
4. Splashy Success. Not mine, not yet, but as the year ends I've got people like Cheryl Strayed on my mind. She is, of course, the author of the memoir Wild, which burst splashily upon the world when Oprah reinstituted her book club in order to feature it. And then Reese Witherspoon made a movie of it, which premiered recently. I saw the movie a couple of days ago and I liked it. The film is about courage–the courage to confront the demons of your past and put one foot in front of the other over and over again while you do so.
By all accounts, Strayed, who is a Portland resident, is a woman who went from so-broke-she-couldn't-buy-Christmas presents to millionaire status seemingly overnight and has maintained a lovely even keel throughout.
5. Writing Fast.The class I took about it was a bust, but never mind. More and more I'm seeing that writing fast without thinking too much is the way to go. Because, rewriting. Once you get the words on the page, then they are there for you. As Henry, my 3-year-old grandson would say, of course. But we so easily forget that of course and allow our writing to stall as we stare out the window at the 27-degree morning because we don't know what words to put on the page. These days, when I catch myself stopping to think, I force my fingers to fly across the keys. There's nothing more satisfying to a writer than toting up a massive word count for the day!
I'm in the midst of rewriting my novel at the moment, (on page 209 of 305 and I'm aiming to complete this rewrite by the end of January) so I'm not actively writing a rough draft, though every so often I do write 1K words or so on a new idea I have. (New ideas are one of my tragic flaws. Bright shiny object! Let's abandon this WIP and start a new one! I really have to be careful with this tendency.) But, in September, when I took the above-mentioned class that really was more like a support group, I batted out 24, 280 words in the first two weeks of September. Then I got on a plane to France and that was the end of that. However, the novel is waiting for me on my computer and when I complete the current rewriting project I shall return to it. The story needs a lot of work, and I've had ideas that will take it in a new direction, but again, all those words are sitting there waiting for me. Woot woot!
6. Breathing. I'm going to brag here for a minute, so avert your eyes if that bothers you. But, many, many years ago now I bore two children. And I brought each of them into the world without one bit of anesthetic. Completely natural births (though I did have to have Pitocin the second time through, because he got stuck and it turned into an emergency, but that's another story). And how did I accomplish this? Through breathing, of course.
So I find it ironic that all these years later I have realized how often I constrict my breathing. I just did it as I wrote that sentence! I hold my breath at the throat as I write and I'm not sure why I've developed this habit. Anyway, I've been working on becoming aware of it and changing and also just taking deep breaths throughout the day whenever I think about it. The results are quite wonderful, though I confess to backsliding a bit during the holidays. It is something I will continue to work on in 2015. (I wrote about it earlier in the fall, too.)
That's it. I know there's a lot more that inspired me, but those are the things on my mind as the clock ticks toward a glorious new year. I wish you all the very best for next year and I thank you for reading my blog. Why not take a minute and share–what inspired you in 2014?
A couple of quick notes:
–Don't forget to download my book of free writing prompts! There's one for every day in January. Fun, fun, fun. (And it will help you with writing fast.) Go here. It is free, free, free.
–And for anybody who lives in Portland, I'm having a signing next week! My Twitter friend (and guest poster here) Tam Holland and I will be signing books, drinking coffee, and chatting with "fans" as the wonderful coffeeshop owner calls them on Wednesday, January 7, at 4 PM. The location is the Rain or Shine coffee shop on SE 60th and Division. Come meet us!
My first thought was that I don't do this kind of thing. This is a blog about writing, for Chrissakes. I thought that very loftily, I might add, especially since its been quite some time since I baked cookies. But then I realized that I have the perfect cookie recipe to share with you. And that a Virtual Cookie Exchange Blog Hop sounded like fun. And that one of my goals over the last couple of months has been to branch out some on this blog, with personal posts every Wednesday.
And so I said yes. To paraphrase something Kristina said on her post about the cookie exchange, the things I do for people.
But, honestly? You are going to thank me for writing this post. You are going to bless me for this cookie recipe. Because it will save your bacon over and over again, as it has for me for years. It is our family cookie recipe that we've all made since forever. It is so easy you can always remember the ingredients, and also you will always have them on hand. You can make it plain and simple, or you can add things to it. (Don't tell anybody, but its really not a Christmas cookie recipe. But if you add stuff to it, you can make it work for the holidays.) And most importantly, this cookie recipe is freaking delicious! As in, eat-every-cookie-in-the-batch-delicious. (The dough is to die for also.)
Also, this cookie recipe is gluten free. It was gluten free long before GF became a thing. Truly, I've been making this cookie recipe for 30 years, and who had heard of gluten free back then? Nobody can believe it when I tell them it has no flour in it. And on dark days when you desperately need sugar you can actually convince yourself that these cookies are good for you because they have protein in them.
Okay, enough of the big buildup, here's the recipe:
World's Best Peanut Butter Cookie Recipe
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup sugar
That's it. Those are the only ingredients you need, trust me. Mix everything together and drop spoonfuls onto cookie sheet, then smoosh them with a fork in that way we do with peanut butter cookies (dip the fork in water if you need to). Bake at 350 degrees and check them after 10 minutes, though they will likely take longer.
–My daughter has tried this recipe with Splenda, but it didn't come out so well. You might have better luck, though.
–Add chocolate chips
–To make them more festive for Christmas, put red or green or both sprinkles on them
–You could also try adding M and Ms or other candies as you like.
But they are also delicious just plain!
And now, part of my deal with this exchange is to tag other people to participate. These four will post their recipes and posts in one week, on December 23rd. I choose