Saturday, June 26, 2010

I Told Me So

So I'm knitting a triangular shawl for a friend, at her request.  I love the pattern, I love the fact that three days after I started hankering to knit lace she asked me to do this, I love the new book I went and bought (Knitting Lace Triangles)  For those of you who know what I'm talking about - I'm knitting it in a DK weight cotton and I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how much I love the cotton.  It's Butterfly Super 10 by El D Mouzakis and oh my goodness is it knitting up nicely. It's the perfect knitting experience - nice sharp Addi lace needles, lovely yarn, great pattern ...

There's only one row on the pattern I need to be a bit careful of, because it gets me every time.  Every time.

So an hour ago, when TechnoBoy went to bed, I said "Let me just finish this row.  It's the tricky one, and I don't want to stop in the middle of it."

And then my brain said BEEP. Tricky row!  After midnight?  You sure about that, sunshine?

Oh pish tosh, I told my brain.  It's just one row.

I finished the row.  I started the next one, and my brain said Do you think you should count your stitches? 

Nah, I said.  It's going really well.

I counted as I knit.  It's pretty easy to tell where halfway is, and at halfway, the count was right.  I stopped counting.

Hey? my brain asked.  What makes you so sure you're only ever going to make a mistake on that half of the row?

Oh FINE, I told my nagging brain.  I will count the stitches and you will SHUT UP, okay?

I counted.  And counted again.  And then a third time, just in case my brain was messing with me.

The bright side?  The whole time I was picking back and fixing it, I was thinking - Hey I can blog this!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Things I Didn't Know

(Okay the real title of this post is "Things I Didn't Know I Would Heart Until I Had and Hearted Them" but that was too long and also Heart isn't a real verb, it's just playing one on this blog post)

Right then.  This is not an exhaustive list of everything I love because many of things I love I expected to love - notably my children, my husband and the dog. And having music in my ears.  And gourmet jelly beans.

The two most recent things that have taken me by surprise are :

Thing One:

Having a real actual workspace.  When I sit in the Workspace Chair, it feels all official and stuff.  I am Getting Things Done.

Thing Two:  Acrylic nails. And if you find that surprising, I assure you, you are less surprised than I am.

Monday, June 21, 2010

When You Have A Moment

Say a wee prayer for TechnoBoy?

I have been working at my desk (hee.  I have a desk) all morning and listening to music.

Without headphones.

The same two songs, over and over and over and over and over and over again.

His left eye may be starting to twitch.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day

Recliner With Footstool

from the corner of your living room
beside the table your sister built
that held your cooling coffee,
your Bible, a paperback book
splayed at the spine

across the prairies
tucked into a spot you’d like
between the fireplace
and a shelf full of unread books

it breathes your presence
shouts your absence

I slept in it
the night you died

No, Bing, that is not what I meant

So one of my enforced updates to my system saw Bing becoming my default search engine instead of Google.  (that sentence is just there to explain why the title doesn't say "No, google .." )

Today I was working on writing an article about poetry (those who can, do, those who can't?  Teach) and I thought maybe I was quoting someone so I searched the phrase I so often trot out before my students:  "Your reader is your creative parnter."

"Sorry," said Bing, "no results found.  Did you mean 'Your reaper is your creative partner?' "

Umm.  I'm thinking that's destructive, not creative, no?

Friday, June 18, 2010

That's where smug will get you

So this morning as I was leaving my neighbourhood to go to my Mom's and watch her hold the dog for a few hours, I stopped at a Stop sign and noticed a young feller with a radar gun.

Seatbelt on?  CHECK

Going the speed limit?  CHECK

Cell phone in my purse, not at my ear?  CHECK

Dog on seat, not in my lap?  CHECK

I gave him a big friendly smile and drove away, silently congratulating myself on how well I'd done.  I stopped at a red light a few blocks away, still smiling.

And then proceeded to go through the red light.*

*almost.  I started to go and then noticed the light was still red.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Randoms in lieu of actual writing

1.  Yippee!  I found my lost locket!  Didn't know I'd lost a locket, did you?  It made me sick to think about - it was (is! yay!) a locket TechnoBoy gave me for Christmas in ...1981.  I was pretty sure it was in this house somewhere, as it is a permanent wardrobe fixture (except for the last two years, and about a year or so after A was born and the chain broke and I tucked it somewhere safe to get the chain fixed...) but just where, I did not know.  And I was sad.

2. A found her glasses.  Oh how we have looked for those glasses.

3. I am not telling you where her glasses were because I don't plan to tell you where the lost necklace was, either.

4. The irises at the front of my house are blooming beautifully.

5. I love acrylic nails.  Nobody is more surprised by this than I am.

6. People are building arks 'round here.

7. for those of you who didn't get it - the empty gumball machines mentionned in the last post ARE the empty bookends.  And the second picture is a close up of the item one of my children added. (hint - it's black,  and not particularly cheerful)

8. Enough with the procrastinating.  B has given me a word count to shoot for this afternoon, so off I go, shooting.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

I Can Haz WorkSpace?

(no, don't know why I'm talking like that. I promise to let it pass. Quickly.)

So Barb aka BikerBabe aka Leadfoot Litzenberger came over today to reclaim her sunglasses and her CD's from the chaotic interior of my van and looked around my house.

"So where do you write?" she asked.

I gestured vaguely around the main floor of my house. "Here-ish." And then I laid out the grandiose plans I had for moving the thing there and the other thing over there and then I'd have that table and I could put it there and before I knew it, things were Happening.

And then one of my children came to survey my new digs and pronounced Something Missing.  Can you spot the difference?

Also I feel a need to point out that my bookends are, tragically, empty.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Hey hi!

This is apparently my 839th post. Go me.

So I was away. Annual pilgrimage to the Castle thingummy. Fourth annual, even. I go away and sit at the feet of people what know how to write books, and come away changed.

The first year I went from "I can't write a book" to "I can, however, write a scene. And then another scene, and then ..."

The second year I has some Issues to solve. (have blogged rather cryptically about that year on May 1, 2, and 5 of 2008) I can tell you now that what that looked like was the better part of an hour sobbing and trying to talk through sobs while someone held my hands and poured a healing river of words over my head. It changed me.

The third year I asked God if I could please not have a melt down. He obliged, and it was just such a lovely time of relaxing and learning.

The fourth year, ie, this one, I cried when I drove through the gates. When you sign up for a conference at Glen Eyrie, the staff there starts praying for you BY NAME. Stuff happens, man. I brought 4 friends with me this year, and I cried all week. Not gutspilling life changing - mostly I wandered around watching people come to life, beloved friends who needed what this most beautiful of places has to offer. I had one morning where I grabbed my journal mid-class and wrote "okay Lord I am ready to have this solved. Why do I believe This Here Thing and This Here Other Thing?" and just like that, the answer was there. Huh. Who knew?

And now I'm home and I will finish my novel this year, yes I will. If I don't finish this one, how will I ever write the next one?