I’m in the middle of cutting fabric for a quilt, also back to writing The Hawk. The last two days I’ve tackled those tasks, better for the fabrics this evening, while the writing has been… Let’s just say it’s been, although today was somewhat easier. I’m very happy, also relieved, to again be working on that novel beyond revising. But right now I’m battling the creaky, painful re-introductory session that won’t last more than is necessary. No timetable set, let me just say, other than however long it takes my brain, hands, and imagination to coalesce.
But I wanted to note that sometimes projects take their own sweet time, ahem. A couple of mornings ago, I sat under the Big Bright Quilt, admiring my handiwork. I was suddenly struck by how similar writing The Hawk is to making that comforter; both sprung somewhat unexpectedly, grew to larger than I initially considered proportions, and at least for the quilt, was completed to my satisfaction. I recalled squeezing blocks on my quilt wall, then laying out swathes of fabric for the back, sewing those together, basting the whole thing, then hand-quilting; jeez Louise! It took the better part of a year to finish it, and while writing takes longer, I have to believe the completion aspect will eventually apply to my novel.
By hook or by crook and by a whole lotta chocolate, one day The Hawk will be done.
In the meantime… Sweets aside, I’ll get back to the writing next week, off to see The Burrito and his folks for the weekend. And to be perfectly honest, I need the break, which might sound odd, what with only getting two days under my belt. Yet, I’m not as young as I used to be, and writing takes more from me, or at least jumping back into it needs to be approached calmly. No use getting one’s knickers in a twist; my computer, the manuscript, and fabrics will be waiting for me when I return, and now, having made the leap, the only true break will be when I type The End.
That day is coming, no way for me to stop it. And thank goodness for that, ha ha ha….