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Guilty Writing

guiltThis last week has been one of those times that a story has consumed my every waking moment. My sleep…my driving…my working. It has pulled me from the lines of cooking, cleaning, and generally being present in this day. Although it’s wonderful to be visited by a forceful muse—one that pours ideas onto me like a raging waterfall, it has its downside.

As with anything you do independently from home—work or online classes—you run into the guilt factor. At least I do. As a writer, I’m sitting there typing away, doing the side-glance of the dirty dishes, the dirty laundry, and the empty cabinets where food once occupied. I wrestle with character motivation, as well as my own, in terms of getting other things done that need to get done. And I know! I’m at work, right? Writing is my job; one of many. When I do my other job on location, I’m not listening for the dryer to play that most annoying tune, and running to get the clothes before they wrinkle and I have to actually lay a hot iron to them. No, I’m doing whatever that job is. All that’s around me is filing cabinets, desks, computers…or cakes and pies. Pick the job!

Excuse the rant. It’s just that I’m trying to justify the time I’ve put into my latest book and not my daily chores. Even my plants are looking listlessly out to the rain, hoping it will break through the glass and moisten their roots. I kinda wish it would, too. Do you know how many plants I have to water weekly—sometimes twice if I want to see truly glossy foliage? I’ll save my plant addiction for another post!

Anyway, although I am thankful for the plentiful creativity that is pulsing through me now, I am waging the war on guilt. Hopefully it won’t take too long to download my brain onto the computer screen. I’d hate for the kids to come home from school and find my body taken over by the dust bunnies:)

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Confessions of A Fabric Hoarder

12733968314_62fe646bf8_zLike candy for my eyes. No, it’s not a picture of my stash. Unfortunately, I have a bit more. But, isn’t it pretty? Oh, the possibilities! And, there is more people like me out there. (thank goodness!)

I’m sure everyone has something they collect. It’s crazy what draws people; cars, bugs, coins, spoons… you name it, we can find someone who has about fifty of them. Well, maybe not cars. Not all at once, anyway.

I read quilt patterns like a novel. I can sit in bed at night and marvel at foundation piecing, embroidery hangings, and how-to’s. There is so many I want to try, but so little time. And, my biggest problem is that once I make a block and tackle the complexity of it, I want to move on without finishing the entire piece. A problem I’m working on!

Because of my short term memory, I can go into my quilt room and find tops I actually finished and they can seem new to me:) But, back to fabric hoarding…I find myself always toggling between an online fabric shop and whatever else I’m doing. Am I the only one who shops, putting things in carts, then deleting the spree? But, it’s so much fun adding the items. Anyway, like I have the two hundred dollars stored in a whatever-I-want account. Occasionally, on my birthday or some other holiday that I’m supposed to get something, I process the cart. (then I tell my boyfriend I’ve got the gift thing covered! And inform him to just take the package from the mailman and wrap it before I see inside it). But, when it’s not an occasion where I’m supposed to be getting something, I wait in the bushes to collect the booty from the UPS guy, store it in the back of my car and wait until night fall to bring it in the house. Then I carry it to my closet and rip it open quietly. I smell it, touch each piece, then store it on the shelf for viewing. Later, when I’m sure no one is home, I sneak it downstairs and place it with all the other cuts. Yay! A new friend for all the others:) One day I’m going to make all of my pieces into one big thing! That’ll be the day:)

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