Writer's Block and Desperate Dough

Desperately hoping something deadly witty will pop into my head before my four-year-old comes into the room needing me to settle a four-year-old's problems, but the suspense of waiting for the little pad, pad, pad of the feet is killing me with writer's block . . . 

Update on King Arthur . . . I began the book over again after only reading the first four chapters. Lo and behold, my eight-year old requested that we read it together! I'll read a few lines and translate the archaic English into contemporary English. Slow-going, but I'm thrilled she wants to do it.

This afternoon I used my new KitchenAid mixer to make focaccia dough. It's a relatively small model machine, though I had no qualms about using it for this particular recipe until the dough began overpowering the dough hook in a near coup that almost took place during the kneading process. I came to the machine's rescue and together we subdued the dough with olive oil in a wooden salad bowl and stuffed into the back of the refrigerator to be dealt with tomorrow. We'll see how it turns out.