I’ve been all over lately, sort of feeling like the Bonhoeffer/Mijos quilt wafting on my daughter’s laundry line. When she sent the above pic, immediately I thought of it as the Bonhoeffer comforter, which made me smile. Then I grinned, because recently I installed updates on my phone, so I could again receive photographs. I’m a bit slow on that uptake; thank goodness my children know more than me about that sort of thing.
Football has been on my mind lately, what with the tournament in Brazil. I’ve been pulling for the US of course, especially in last night’s game that nearly went all their way. I’ve also been hollering for Mexico; that game with Brazil, oh my goodness! England is breaking my heart, sigh. Good thing it’s Wimbledon tennis for the next two weeks. There’s sport to savor while another quilt goes under the sewing hammer, the Former Roomie quilt on the proverbial block. But that hasn’t been my main creative outlet as of late.
No, actually, I’ve been thinking about writing…
But not The Hawk. That poor novel, will it ever get its due? Yeah yeah, sure, of course (one of these days). More on my mind has been a book I wrote maybe three years ago, when Landon Donovan and his LA Galaxy won the Major League Soccer final. I mention Donovan not because of his exclusion from the US team in South America, but because I just happened to read that after that championship win, he was considering stepping away from soccer. I don’t even know if he did or not; I was too engrossed in the sudden plot that slipped from my brain onto the keyboard that December of… 2011, 2012, I can’t even recall. Heaven Lies Across the Mississippi was written in my usual fast-paced thirty-day style, and one with a definite cliffhanger that at the time I had a plethora of different ideas for the sequel. But nothing stuck, and other books came and went, and while I loved the story, and the manner in which I wrote it (mostly in third person, with a few snatches of first person), I never had a stunner of a plot for the subsequent novel. Thus a subsequent novel was never written.
Then my dad started chemotherapy. And the World Cup started. And suddenly I have more plot than, well, sense. Maybe not as much plot as The Hawk carries, but enough to shove that behemoth out of the way. Heaven Lies Where the Heart Is is muscling The Hawk right outta the picture. I need to read over Heaven…Mississippi, which rests on my iPod. After reacquainting myself with those characters, I see myself sitting at the PC, ignoring fabric and the sewing machine, and… Well, you know how writers are. Sort of like quilters, more irons in the fire than is good for a person.
Or maybe I need several projects to feed off of each other. I don’t know, to be honest, which is how I prefer to live. Honestly, I never thought I’d write a sequel to Heaven…Mississippi, but then I never dreamed of sewing quilts. I do dream of finishing The Hawk, but Heaven…Mississippi came first, and that story needs to be completed, in full.
It’s like how I had to sit myself down and get the Birthday Quilt done. It’s great to have a completed quilt-top, but a quilt-top does not an entire quilt make, just like one installment of a series doesn’t fulfill a series. Not that Heaven…Mississippi is more than two books. It better not be, that’s all I have to say.
In the meantime, the Bonhoeffer quilt blows in the wind, as football and tennis matches play on. And the Giants have won two straight games; goodness, but it’s a good time of year to be a sports fan, a quilter, and a writer. Or maybe any time of year is best for all those pastimes; we’ll see if I make it a hat trick.