There’s an asterisk in my journal next to the day they started opening things back up in Massachusetts. I don’t feel confident about this process at all, and nothing in our household is going to change for the time being. Caseloads have been shrinking locally, but there are so many variables at work, I doubt that anyone has solid ground to predict farther than a couple of days out. For the time being, I continue to count.
I have found myself engaged in all sorts of analog activities during these weeks of relative isolation. I got an origami kit, bought a half dozen fountain pens, made a few tentative forays into drawing. I have also been writing letters, considerably more than my usual few per year. One of the people with whom I used to exchange them quite regularly, my father’s mother, passed away early this year, so perhaps I have been making up for that by reaching out to other people more often, even those with whom I frequently text or talk.
Some of it, I know, is a self-conscious chronicling of These Unusual Times, like I’m auditioning for a future role in a Ken Burns documentary. I’ve noticed another attitude has crept in lately, on top of that one, a sort of hyper-awareness of the fact that letters written on paper and sent through the mail are immune to the Big Data vacuums that hover just offscreen in our every digital action. No one is going to send me or my correspondent ads based on the written contents, or the design on the card, or the inexpertly crafted origami boat I enclosed. (They may now, based on this post.) There is no record of its existence outside of itself.
Speaking of the analog arts, a knitting update. This is seven or eight inches. I’m quite pleased with how it’s coming along.
Plus a cowl I don’t have a photo of, which I made for a co-worker, the scarf I made for my MIL, ditto, and three projects in various stages of barely-started, because they don’t count until they’re done.
The only goal I had for knitting this year was to use up random single skeins I had bought or been given. Most of those were on the small side, hence the numerous hats, but a couple were hefty. I have little room for storage, and want to keep the stash size under control. This modest goal was met, as eight skeins went out over the course of the year. I have probably at least that many again still waiting for inspiration to strike.
I bought a fair amount of new yarn in the fall, but it’s for specific projects, and won’t be taking up long-term residence in my single storage bin. I find myself getting a bit more confident with practice, although as you can see, I’ve been sticking with simple projects.
2020 will probably see a continued working through the backlog, and finishing what I have started, which will mean mastering yarnovers finally.
The Monster Skein is no more. The results will be going to the Blanket Project. Today I wound one of my skeins of fancy alpaca yarn and cast on a scarf. So far this year, if memory serves, I have used five skeins of yarn and bought two, which is good for my storage space.
Nothing much to say on the writing front other than that I have started re-reading the draft so I can get back into it. Have also been busy getting ready for school to resume. This week, unfortunately, I have to drive to PA to attend my grandfather’s funeral, and right after that is Labor Day weekend with all of the usual get-togethers for that side of the family. We shall see what eventuates.
Last Friday of the month, so here we are again. Looking at the word record, I suspect that what I most need to work on is forming consistent habits.
Come to think of it, that probably goes for all areas of my life, not just writing. However! The book is now past the halfway point, which is very exciting even if I am in the middle of a sticky bit right now, which is part of why I’ve slowed down. The other part of it I think is that I’m just tired! It’s been three weekends in a row away from home, and I’m really feeling it.
I have been knitting again; Readercon was very productive that way. Here are the two hats I worked on over that weekend. Now I’m doing a pair of mitts as a going-away gift for a co-worker.
I’ve been reading a lot, mostly for work. I also added a Climate Action page to this blog, to keep track of the things I’m finding in that area.
And that’s about all. Looking forward very much to our vacation next month.
A very late post this week, and I’m afraid there isn’t much to say. I haven’t gotten any writing at all done for a solid week, but the the conference is finally done with (you can see the fruits of my downtime during the final days at the right). Spring has arrived, and will hopefully bring with it a change of energies. I am hoping to get some time to think and plan during the course of this week.
…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.