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Another sabbatical looms….

Healing is moving right along; one of the hardest parts is not being able to pick up my grandchildren.  The other is….  While my mind is fairly sharp, I’m not in any rush to get much done beyond cooking, minor cleaning, and some game-playing be it on my phone or slightly good old-fashioned Solitaire on my computer.  I am doing some minor edits on The Hawk, about two chapters being reread per day.  But when I’ll get back into writing is unknown.

These are from squares cut for a quilt I was going to make my eldest.  Definitely a project for 2017....

These are from squares cut for a quilt I was going to make this year for my eldest daughter. Definitely a project for 2017….

So with that, I’m taking a break from the blog.  Can’t even say I have much to share with sewing, although yesterday I pulled out some scraps to make a couple of Christmas placemats.  (Or maybe coasters, if sewn together the pieces aren’t big enough.)  This surgery took more from me than I imagined, and I don’t wish to rush my recovery physically or mentally, especially as Advent approaches.

Hopefully by mid-January I’ll be back to my usual self, aching to write fiction as well as blog entries.  In the meantime, enjoy your post-Thanksgiving weekend and may great peace and joy wrap around you in December.  Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to all!

Summer Activities

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.

My grandson love Dr. Suess!

My grandson love Dr. Suess!

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.

Little Miss keeps cool....

Little Miss keeps cool….

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!

Something I played around with before Sis went into hospital; batiks and tone on tone were crafted into blocks, separated by cream, with a scrappy binding.

Something I played around with before Sis went into hospital; batiks and tone on tone were crafted into blocks, separated by cream, with a scrappy binding.

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.

I backed it with navy, quilting it diagonally with cream thread.  I am very pleased with this piece, finding the back quite appealing in its own way.

I backed it with navy, quilting it diagonally with cream thread. I am very pleased with this piece, finding the back quite appealing in its own way.

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….

Half A Quilt Away

Been quilting lately, actual honest quilting.  Making a quilt is so much like writing a novel, different layers that fall under one heading, but without all of those processes, nothing is accomplished.

I’ve been sewing a lot lately, but thinking about writing.  Lots and lots of thinking.

Recently my daughter sent a terrific shot of Buttercup; you can just barely see the rim of white in her eye, her little front paw daintily curled into the blanket.  Right now I feel like Buttercup when it comes to novels.  I just want to close my eyes and pretend I’m sleeping.

Yet, when it comes to quilts, I feel like this shot of Buttercup; ready to wrestle another comforter until it hollers uncle.  Or something like that.

She's taking a big bite out of that celery!

She’s taking a big bite out of that celery!

I don’t know why quilts are currently easier for me to reckon; it’s not that I merely twitch my nose and out pops a quilt.  There’s quilt math and fabric shopping and seam ripping and…

And a lot of tasks that don’t require too much brain power.  This summer it’s been quite hot in Silicon Valley.  Perhaps the heat has fried my brain cells.  Maybe all the novels I’ve written over the last seven years have left me dry.  Or maybe…

There is a time and a season for all things, I know that very well.  And while I *want* to write, instead it’s time to quilt, even if it’s been pushing 100 F here for weeks on end, or it’s hit over 100 F.  A hot summer, the warmest since our return from Great Britain, but that probably doesn’t have much to do with why I’m not writing.

Today I’ll quilt the other half of the Brother-In-Law quilt.  Not sure when I’ll get around to the binding, maybe this weekend.  This stage, for me, of the quilting process, is like those last few revisions before publication; the downhill slide feels so good, yet the bottom seems far away, even if you squint.  But it’s also close, because no longer is the quilt going to shift, nor will the story experience major changes.  Still, I can’t give away this quilt in its present form, nor could I upload a novel unless I knew it was done.  And at this point, uploading a new novel lives in a galaxy far, far away.

And for the first time since I started writing, I’m wondering if I missed that last transport back to Mos Eisley.  Although, my novels usually aren’t filled with a wretched hive of scum and villainy.

They aren’t filled with bassets or quilts either.  Perhaps that’s the real problem…