…And then this draft is finally done. The novel I’ve been alternately ignoring and pecking at for two years will be finished if I can plant my ass in a chair and write two chapters.
This might be why I’ve been feeling a touch anxious this week, now that I think about it. There has also been a great deal of demotivational nonsense at work.
So what else does a rational person do but start an enormous new knitting project, right? Six rows down, and… lots to go. I’ll be heading to the Farm to Fiber festival in Boston tomorrow morning, and will doubtless pick up more materials there (to go with the ones I still have from last year–no one warned me that this stuff was addictive!). Best thing? Given how fine this yarn is, no one’s gonna be able to see the mistakes.
I hope you all have a lovely weekend.