All 970 of the words I wrote yesterday were fragranced with the simmering aroma of a modern Welsh cawl. The beautiful stew has spent the night hours in the ice box mingling flavors. After mid day it will be lifted to the stove, reheated, and populated with leeks before the eating begins. All my characters wish they could step out of my iPad and join us for Christmas dinner. I’ll feed them today, but they ain’t getting any of my stew.