My youngest and the grandson are coming for 4th of July, perhaps as early as today. So, in preparation, I spent time this morning basting a wall hanging. The Burrito is staying with his abuela and abuelo next week, and he’ll be napping in the writing/sewing grotto. Thankfully my machine is in the other part of the house, so I can quilt this project while he snoozes.
Of course, I won’t be getting around to any revising while my grandchild sleeps; I counted out how many chapters are left to edit, and if I can get work done today and tomorrow, I’m looking at a possible start date for the writing in about two weeks.
Oh jeez…. Two weeks? Dude! Notice I said possible, not probable. No way would I dare to commit to that term. It’s possible I might get back to writing The Hawk in mid-July, ’nuff said.
And hopefully by then I’ll have hung the house loo wall hanging, which has been completed for a few days now, simply waiting for me to wipe down the wall, then tack it up. I’ve been fighting with the fabric WIP lately, and it’s been hot, although we have A/C, thank the lord!
Not sure why the fabric WIP has been bothering me, but I am learning more about floating squares, which was what these latest pieces are all about. Trial and error, which is good.
It’s sort of like revising a novel, out with the bad, in with the good. I wasn’t expecting my family until Friday, so that gives me some space away from a troublesome wall hanging. Maybe after the Burrito is home, I’ll have fresh eyes with which to ponder this monster.
And eyes for writing! I am all over moving this story along. Two more weeks, maybe. Maybe in two-plus weeks, we shall see….