[title type="h5"]Sunday, January 19, 2014.[/title] I learned when I was a newspaper and magazine editor that sometimes you just have to chain yourself to the desk and keep banging away until the issue is off to the printer, no matter how late it keeps you away from trivia like sleeping and eating. I wasn't quite at that point today, but close. I've put two weeks, three different drafts, and over ten thousand words into a book proposal my publisher asked for. I finally got it done today. No wonder it seemed to me that I didn't do anything all weekend. I didn't go to any restaurants, for one thing. It was just Mary Ann and me here, and she didn't want to leave the house. She also had it in her mind to grill some chicken after marinating it in Maui sauce. That's a sort of sweet, aromatic-spiced concoction that Bear's poor boy shop slathers on a few dishes. Mary Ann made such a big fuss over it that about ten years ago they gave us a gallon of the stuff. Let's just say she likes it better than I do. That is also true of grilled vegetables, which appear on almost every cooked plate that Mary Ann ever makes. But my mind was on the book, and I guess I must have thought it good enough.
