Posted by on Tuesday, October 31st, 2006

All sorts of beginnings, and thus endings.  Samhain marks the new year in the Celtic calendar.  And the Day of the Dead is coming.   I’ve been consciously trying to slow down lately, and it’s hard for me.  So I started all sorts of new projects, but I rationalized such behavior as rational and good, since new beginnings are appropriate at this time of year.  Right?  Right.

I’ve worn the Irish Twist cardigan in public, which is quite a first.  Never worn a sweater I’ve made before, me.  It is firmly ensconced in my wardrobe now.  Safe from the flames.  Sorry, dear friends who were banking on me doing my usual thing and giving it away.  This girl’s a keeper, at least for a few years.  Woot.

A new sweater for my husband is in the works.  He’s settled on Beau from Rowan, which will be perfect for him.  (Ignore the idiotic pose there–Scott will never, ever pose like that, or wear a hat like that, or, well, be the sort of goofball Rowan seems to find perfect in male models.)  The suggested yarn isn’t going to work though, because it’s too scratchy.  So I’ve been polling the knitters and searching for alternatives, and now we just need to find the correct combination of weight, color, and texture.  Ooh, and buttons.  Buttons will be fun.

I’ve also frogged the ground-up-clown socks, rescued the needles, and started a new pair of knee socks out of a much prettier trekking colorway.  It’s the marled blues, and I heart it.  I will be knitting these particular socks for the rest of my life, of course, but I will be knitting them happily.   Not true for the previous denizens of said sock needles.

And, I’ve jumped on the bandwagon and started a mitred-square afghan using leftover sock yarns.  I will remain firm, and will not buy yarn to add to this project.  I will only use scraps and cast-offs.  I will, of course, use the ground-up-clown, because it won’t be much fun to use for socks once I’ve cut out the offending sections.

Finally, in the spirit of new years and beginnings and birthday wishes and all of that pap, I’ve made a bit of a deal with some friends, and I’m going to throw it out to you all too.  I’m a writer, but I don’t write enough and I certainly don’t pursue publication as I should.  It’s embarrassing to finish a story-telling or bardic performance and have to say no to people who ask for books or CDs because I just haven’t honestly tried to make a CD or get a book published.  I’ve had to turn would-be patrons away a few times now, and it’s downright ridiculous.  I’ve only submitted one piece for publication in the last year and a half or so, and while I certainly was pleased when it was published, well, that’s a crappy rate of submission.  I let everything else come before my writing, and I have for ages.  No more.

Right, so, I told a funny story, a story of a first of sorts, to some lovely people late Saturday night at Rhinebeck, and I think and they thought it was pretty funny.  They could have just liked the cake and the wine . . . . Jayme, Janet, and I got to talking about writing the next day, and I made all sorts of ridiculous excuses, caught myself, and asked them to give me crap if I don’t write something down.  And then I asked Rachel to give me crap if I don’t write.  So I’m going to write down that little story and try to get it published.  If I don’t, please call me on it.  Shame is a powerful and effective tool against me.  It really is.  And I’m inviting you to use it.   Just this once.

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7 Responses to “Beginnings”

  1. Jaymeon 01 Nov 2006 at 10:59 am 1

    Yay! Public announcement means you MUST do it now. I bet you even have enough of those antidotes to write a book of short stories.

  2. minnieon 01 Nov 2006 at 12:44 pm 2

    i’ll remember that!

  3. Maryellenon 01 Nov 2006 at 1:46 pm 3

    Shame is not really very positive. I too write and last year I signed up for the writting group that writes a book in the month of November. Well that didn’t last with my family…. So this year I started my own group I’m going to write one page evey day in November and hopefully it will tirn into a habit. Let me know if you want to start a group or just email….

  4. Megon 01 Nov 2006 at 2:55 pm 4

    The thing about writing is that in some ways, it’s like running or playing a musical instrument or whatever. You can talk about it, or think about, or read books about it — but you never really get any better at it until you sit down and write. Which is reassuring and frustrating all at once, knowing the only way to get done what you want to get done is to actually do it. It’s easy to throw up your own roadblocks. So when I get stuck, I sometimes bribe myself. (Write this thing you don’t really feel like doing right now, and you may go buy a latte and a cookie, or a ball of sock yarn.)
    BTW – adore the ground-up-clown socks. Love that colorway.

  5. The Purloined Letteron 01 Nov 2006 at 3:09 pm 5

    Good for you to commit to writing things down! (Meanwhile, I’m within a month of finishing my second book–and am trying my damndest to commit to NOT writing anything–or actually just not commiting to write anything–for publication during my sabbatical year….)

  6. rachelon 01 Nov 2006 at 6:26 pm 6

    Have you written anything yet?……What about now?…….What about now?…..

    How’s that? Am I doing my job properly?

    Congrats on the sweater! I’ve all but given up on sweaters because I’m never happy enough with them to wear them, but socks and scarves and lace always make me happy.

  7. Junoon 06 Nov 2006 at 9:54 am 7

    New beginnings, huh? I’ve been feeling a need for that recently, and looking for a symbolic way to signify it.
    But I thought actually finishing a sweater might be more significant than starting three more.

    But I’m glad to hear about the plan for the writing. Shame is bad, but motivation rising from the ashes is good.


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