I realized several days ago, as I was knitting myself a pair of socks, knitting is my muse. I was sitting in my favorite spot, knitting the heel turn, when I realized, knitting was helping me create my book, in my head.
I finished the socks, they are nice, by the way, and I started to work on book 7. I am now knitting a hat with the leftover sock yarn for one of my many nieces. This hat is going to Miss. Ainsley, she is a mess.
Tonight, the writing bug has hit and hard. I was about to go to bed, when the idea popped into my head. Oh, great. Yes, I am up and working on several chapters, and the story is flowing out of me. I had even closed my computer for the night, went to use the bathroom and I came back to even more ideas coming out of my brain. So, sleep is going to have to wait while all of these ideas have to be written down.
I realized that I haven’t posted on here for a while, Christmas kept me busy and then the cold hit, I hate the cold. I knit one sock in one day because of the cold. Then the other sock, I took a week to finish.
I must have been stressed out since the sock fits very well, almost tight. Stressed out knitter, tighter stitches, relaxed knitter, looser stitches.
For Christmas, I was the pie baker, I am sick of baking pies, at this point. Several Dixie Pecan pies were made, several sugar pies were made. I am going to have to deal with several bags of lemons my sister gave me from her tree, and you guessed it, pie. I am thinking of a sour cream lemon and a lemon meringue pie. I just have to find the time and the gumption for this pie endeavor.
Now, back to the book.