The Wayfarer (mnfaure) wrote,
The Wayfarer

To each thing its season

Fiber arts:
The crochet project is not going to get done when I hoped it would.  I have set it aside for now because of Soëlie...

Not because of her dubious help with the tasting, er, counting, but because we have a family wedding coming up in July and I've decided to make her dress for it (more on this in another post).  And my outfit.  Have I mentioned before that I am a glutton for punishment?  No?  Well, consider it mentioned.


I have half of the scenes plotted for Witherwilds Bk 2. I've gotten some great feedback on the first book that has let me know what needs to be clearer, what needs to have more punch, more clarity. Hopefully I shall improve upon those things in the second installment; revisions for the first will have to wait.

My insomnia is back, despite being new-mommy exhausted from sleep deprivation--but my mind uses those long hours of staring at the dark ceiling to give me character insights and plot tidbits for the next book.  Thanks to that, all is not lost, only sleep (and a few brain cells, no doubt)...


Unlike most normal people, I was wishing for one last snow this year.  I didn't get it, but seeing the countryside in bloom, the wild onions already making an appearance, I can't say I regret the arrival of spring.  It is glorious to go for long strolls, not having to worry about having Soëlie out too long in the cold.  The air is alive with so many perfumes, so much birdsong and life...

Tags: feeling crafty, glimpses: france, hodgepodge, pics, sprout, that thing called writing, witherwilds

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