I finally have a sock heel to work on. I was working on the cuff and took a break to finish book 5 and start writing book 6. Now, I needed a break from writing for a bit and well, the sock needs to get finished. I am working on this sock today and I guess I will see how far I can get.
In other news, next year promises to be exciting, I have most of my books scheduled for editing throughout next year. Thank you to everyone who has taken a chance on a new author and read my book. I was only able to book my editor for February of 2018 for the second book. I have since put my down payments in for the rest of them to be edited for next year. This is a lengthy process.
I hate editing my books. I hate having to go back and fix the problems. I love writing them, it doesn’t feel like a job. I realized that the other day, I am happy with what I have chosen to do. I hope this feeling never ends. I loved painting yarns and then one day, the love stopped. I was bored with it.
I still love knitting lace and I find it fascinating, I just don’t think my brother would like wearing lace socks. I know he would look at me like I had gone round the bend.
So, I sit here, working away on this sock, hoping it will finally be done and I can go on to knitting the next pair in lace for my sister-in-law.
I hope to be able to finish knitting the line of socks I have and then I can go finish several quilts. I had started them a couple of years ago and honestly, I just haven’t had the time to work on them. I need to clean off my cutting table and move the projects that are on the table to another area. I have pillowcases I have sewn for veterans, they need to make their way to the charity of my choice. I was hoping to get other ladies involved with this and one of the ladies who would have helped, has sadly passed away from cancer. She was a ray of sunshine in a dark forest, always bubbly, always smiling, loved helping others and I miss her.
What does sock knitting and romance writing have in common? Not a damn thing. I just love to knit socks. I love to write romances. I have found that plain socks are boring and socks with lace are easy for me and go really fast. I love that, I think the challenge keeps me going back.
I was telling my sister that I felt guilty, here I am enjoying writing so much that it doesn’t feel like work. I feel like I should be miserable so, I can say I have a job. Sounds really weird, doesn’t it? I have had several jobs and I was miserable with it and I found that I had to struggle some mornings to get out of bed. Then there were those days that I played hooky. I didn’t want to go to work so, I didn’t. Now, I find that I actually love getting out of bed, except on laundry day, Monday, and I find that I love turning on my laptop and falling into the little world that I created. Yes, I love my job.
Then one day, I was perusing a knitting catalog, and found the most gorgeous shawl pattern, ooh, I thought, I have the perfect yarn for it. It screams out for a red merino lace, and guess who has that color? Me! I have the yarn for it, and I have to finish the socks and I am going to knit it for me. Yes, me. No one else.
I am not going to feel guilty about it, either. I usually do, don’t ask me why. Maybe it stems from me being the youngest of 8 and this responsibility I have had to help my family out when I can. My parents drummed this into me from an early age. Family comes first, everyone else second. I am going to change this up for a while, I am going to come first and then my family. They all have children of their own. I sadly don’t but, I have accepted this, my temperament wouldn’t allow me to deal with kids, I don’t have patience, ask my hubby, he can attest to this, and I really love the peacefulness of my home. I am chaos enough, and I really don’t want to share my peacefulness with a child. Hell, Percy Roy, my terrier, is enough in the way of destruction and wrecking the peace. Never again will I own a terrier, although he has taught me to find laughter in the most mundane things, like his pronking around the backyard, hopping like a bunny rabbit after a grass hopper, I had to hold onto the sink as I watched him one day, out the window, he had me laughing so hard, I nearly fell over.
Percy finds such joy in the smallest things and he has a one track mind. He is destructor, and he seems to enjoy that role the most. My sweetheart is my Corgi, Ody. He is such a happy doggy. He is nine and I love petting his squishy booty. He hates this and growls at me, he will get up and wander off. He loves his Fat Cat Chicken. It has one wing right now and we are on our second one. I have had to embroider the thing together, already. That chicken has drool all over it, missing the one wing, and teeth marks everywhere. I have heard stitches pop but, it is intact. The other one, that died, lost both wings, I couldn’t find them, the stitches popped and I couldn’t sew it back together since the filling was spilling out and it was rotten. Out it went and in came the new chicken into their toy box. They don’t care that it is new, it is the chicken. Oh, and the trout is another favorite of theirs. It is in one piece but, it is a fish torpedo, and they love the thing. It still squeaks, which is completely amazing. I keep telling my family members who have chewers to get the Fat Cat toys. They last.
In other exciting writing news….
I will be starting a new series of books that are more modern and I will announce when I will be publishing them after my Tumbling Green series are written. I have one of the books started but, I am thinking I will go back and start a whole new book to announce the series.
I have been thinking of writing a pre-Tumbling Green series about how Lady Poppy and Sir Henry met, and their story. Not sure when I will write that one but, I have been thinking about it.
Have a wonderful week…..