Sock Knitting is my Muse, it Seems

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.