I’m working on a new project. Im making a hooked rug to act as a headboard for my bed.
It’s starting slowly, like many new projects – I’ve got the idea but it hasn’t quite gelled completely, so, as with my writing projects, I’m procrastinating…
I know what the problem is – I’m not sure I have enough yarn to do the sky and sea I have planned.
Again, it reminds me of writing. Always when I start out, I’m not sure that I have enough story to run to the end, enough richness to fill the pages and round out the characters and make it all mean something.
So eventually I have to plunge in, gritting my teeth, hoping I can find my way, link up my scraps of yarn to make a picture that will be worth the hours of work it will take me to complete.
Still, at least when I’m done, I don’t have to send this in for publication.
Small mercies….