![Earlier this week, @marz1pan agreed to eat lunch at our local Irish pub to celebrate me finally finishing my draft of my Irish paranormal romance.
The proprietor, who sees me regularly, asked if I was knitting for a new addition. I said “No, these socks are for me!?!” and I held it up for him to see.
He smiled and walked away.
After he left, I asked Megan “Did he just ask if I was pregnant?”
She said “Yes. You didn’t misunderstand.”
And then I sat for a second. Someone asked if I was pregnant the week before Mother’s Day and I didn’t feel overrun by grief.
My gaping wound is healing and becoming a scar I can touch without it gutting me.
Two things have contributed to this:
- therapy
- doing the work of writing a heroine who finds joy after life lifes all over her.
While I hunt for and find joy on a regular basis, the act of working through this fictional plot has been healing. I’m so grateful for my writing journey.
I’m especially grateful to those who joined my Inner Circle Email List and read my romance shorts. Your support kept me trying when I got stuck. Thank you, Crew! I love you!!!
[ID: Frida Kahlo project bag folded down to show off the bees inside, rainbow shortie sock, salad, BLT sandwich against the background of a corner of my local Irish pub.
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Well, it has been an eventful night.
I was so excited to have finished 12 rows on the WoW blanket last night and was sitting down to watch the Olympics and continue my awesomeness tonight when I realized that Fudgy Ducks! I had missed a section of gold FOUR ROWS back on the blanket!!! Fiddlesticks and Rumplestiltskins !
Now, I consider myself to be a lady with plenty of gumption, but I must admit that the idea of frogging FOUR ROWS seemed scarey at best and the idea of unknitting four rows (read 816 sts) made me want to throw up a little bit…..so I sat for 5 mins. and then I began to unknit slowly and surely. I got 15 sts in before the little red angel on my shoulder whispered, “it would be SOOO much faster to frog it! just rip it out…it’ll be fine.”…..and the white angel said, “oh no, that’s scarey! what if it ends badly?”…..but the efficient and gutsy side of me won out and so, I laid out the blanket and…called Lisa. :)
After a pep talk from her, then I began to rip – it was a bit fun (I must confess) and so I picked up 204 sts and lived to tell the tale. :)
and now I go back to knitting on the blanket and watching the Olympics.
Here is a pic of my knitting all footloose and fancy free!
(2/22/2010 7:46 pm)