Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Stitch by Stitch
This drives me crazy. Why can some writers--really talented, skillful writers--shoot off pages like rounds in a machine gun, while others of us are left feeling like we're hand-throwing giant rocks at our targets?
I get this same frustration every time I watch my little sister knit. She is so darn fast. I recently decided I would start to knit a washcloth--this being about as reasonable a goal as I could set for myself in this area--then heard my sister say that she loves knitting washcloths because she can complete one in the time it takes to watch a movie. Hearing that, my mind instantly tells me, "Ok, why bother? This is going to take you for-evah. Course of a movie? Sure, if we're talking the extended edition Lord of the Rings--all three movies. Plus interviews. And ALL the credits. And, yeah, with a toddler and a baby, I obviously have time for that.
Every time I pick up the yarn and needles, I am tempted to put them right back down, because I know I will not have time to make any visible progress. I realized the other day that this is an obstacle I face in my writing as well. I don't have chunks of time. This frustrates me, but that's just life right now. I have to remember that every time I sit down and write a paragraph--though little progress is evident--that's one paragraph I didn't have before.
I finished my washcloth yesterday, after a few weeks of work on it. And I am determined to finish my WIP, word by word, slow paragraph after slow paragraph. And, hey, I have 60 pages I didn't have a month ago. I wish it was a whole book...but at least I'm training myself in persistence. Someday, instead of empty-nest-syndrome when my youngest goes off into the world, I should be able to write a few books a month. ;) Or maybe, at least, knit a sweater.