Since NaNoWriMo ended, I've transferred my compulsive energy into pounding out stitches instead of words. At first, I felt guilty. It seemed like procrastination or escape from my stories, but I realized the other day that it’s actually more of a meditation tool. Instead of sitting blankly before my laptop with nothing more to show at the end of the day than a few lame Facebook posts and useless knowledge gleaned from StumbleUpon, I now have a fuzzy and functional work of art and all the purls of wisdom (yeah, had to go there) I gained from each stitch. (Insert weaving stories comment here.)
I think it's my inner editor who knits while the rest of me goes into self-hypnosis, listening to my novel's soundtrack and daydreaming the stories I want to write.
Inspiration is like a cat. Chase it, and it runs, skirts around the sofa, shudders as you touch it, then spends an hour cleaning your stink off its fur. Okay, maybe not that last part. However, if you’re doing something else, inspiration is all around your ankles, slithering and striking its forehead against your leg, begging for attention.
And inspiration, like an ornery cat, loves a wiggling ball of yarn.
Now I just have to get back to the writing so that my prose doesn’t suffer the fate of my knitting skills.
Anyone have other suggestions for productive procrastination? Because I don't want to go back to alphabetizing the lint on my living room carpet...
My NaNoWriMo novel is taking a hiatus right now, but I've been putting a few scenes out there for the world to sample. I have three sample chapters on my writing site, and, despite my terror, I read 500 words of a chapter to my regional NaNo group this past weekend. No one hurled rotten tomatoes. I'll take that as a good sign.
I'm also submitting a 500-word snippet for the following blogfest (click image for link):
As always, it comes with the terror of showing my writing and the worse terror of putting it out there and getting nothing back except the faint, sparse sound of crickets.
I look forward to reading others' excerpts, though.
(P.S. - Went to the happiest amusement park on earth again yesterday for my birthday. Thursdays trump Saturdays, every time. People were thoughtful, polite, friendly, and said crazy things like please and thank you and sorry. Also, my soda was topped by a birthday candle floating on a lemon slice, it being my special day and all. I've never blown out the candle on a Diet Coke before.)