Cup Cakes as an aid to writing

Got back the first 50 pages from Boyf with lots of ticks and lots of comments. Realise that my biggest fault is the one thing I haul students up for - the show don't tell syndrome - Bugger! The annoying thing is that as soon as it is pointed out it seems obvious, of course I need a scene here, of course the tense is wrong, of course, of course, of course.
So...
Back to the computer, having first trawled through the internet to look for posture chairs - if I'm going to sit for long periods, shouldn't I have one? Then Amazon to get all those books I need to read over the summer before term starts. Then I go through emails, facebook, la de dah de dah. Procrastination is a wonderful thing. Yesterday I got so desperate to find things to do other than write I made cupcakes, not just the straightforward ones either. Oh No, mine had to be the ones that needed courgettes and carrots and grating attachments. They tasted wonderful though, and I recommend Harry Eastwoods -Red Velvet and Chocolate Heartache, the woman is a poet of food and once you get past the weird ingredients (she uses vegetables instead of butter/fats) and take a leap of faith, the results are amazing.
Which brings me back to the editing, it is a leap of faith, the writing thing. You sit down and wonder at this strange sludgy mix you have in front of you and despair of it ever becoming something even vaguely readable, the idea of someone actually enjoying it seems far too much to ask.
Which means it is back to the screen for me, page by page, line by line - get rid of the adverbs, build up the scenes, check for over use of the 'to be' verbs and get this one right. And the cup cakes? They'll be my reward.