I’ve been stuck on these two rows for about a week! I found a mistake, so frogged it, re-did the rows, made another mistake, frogged it again. Caught up. Another mistake! Frogged it.
Now I’m taking a break.
It’s a basic stitch, so something else must be going on here. I’m rather busy right now, so tired when I sit to crochet. While I want to crochet I don’t have the headspace for it. Frustrating on one hand, but so is re-doing the same two rows.
Sometimes you just got to step away from the creative project, breathe, have a break, then get back into it.
I look forward to getting back to crocheting this blanket…next week sometime.
Coffee time at the Royal Adelaide Show.
No writing. Just coffee time.
Purely time to ponder, daydream, and to let my thoughts wander at will. Though maybe it’s writing in my head which makes a nice change to writing with pen and paper or typing on the computer. Considering some of my books are set at the Show, sitting and soaking up the environment is all part of filling the creative well.
My well is now full.
I’m sitting on the inside/outside boundary of a cafe, on a sunny spring-is-almost-here day.
Plus I have a large coffee and a gorgeous journal.
Sometimes when and where I write isn’t planned. Today, I did my usual writing (which was actually editing today), then while at the shopping centre I went and did a few jobs. During this time, bubs well asleep. A deep sleep. One which I was very reluctant to wake him from, even though by this time I was more than ready to go home, and I was tired and not at all inspired to write.
I listened to my gut, which was to go sit at another café, and to write. I’m glad I did. Because even though I was tired, I managed to write quite a bit. A lot actually. So it was a very satisfying session as I hadn’t planned writing this book today. And I wasn’t visited by the muse. It was all about me using the time that unexpectedly came available.
When I got home, I decided some fresh air was in order, so I got bubs back in the pram, Kimba on the lead and off we went to walk along the beach. During this time my mind started composing an abstract I had worked on at the first café. Suddenly my thoughts were ordered. So I sat on a bench and wrote them in my phone capturing the essence. Was this the muse? Maybe or maybe not. I think it was more to do that I had worked on the abstract this morning and so it was in the forefront of my mind. Then while walking, my subconscious pushed forward the suggestions I needed.
So for a day which was going to be a bit unproductive writing wise, turned out to be very successful. Only because I was open to snatching time to write. This is the writer’s journey, going with the unexpected.
With a dentist appointment scheduled this morning (2 fillings!) and bubs unsettled during my teeth check up the other week, I’ve decided to come early so I can get a coffee and settle him with a walk.
With a need to have some creative space I decided not to bring the writing I’m working on at the moment (I’m sleep deprived as well). But… after arriving an entire hour early (I’m in shock how I even managed to do that?!) I’m sitting in a cafe drumming my fingers not knowing what to do. Bubs is fighting sleep, but is at least content, and I the coffee has given me a clear head and I do actually want to write! All I have is a near new notebook, and no ideas. Just the desire to want to write! If only I bought along that novel I’m currently reading?! Which I had intended to do but after the third trip to pack the car this morning the thought of finding time to read seemed something so next year. Plus I don’t want to feel like I have to write every time I’m at a cafe. It’s almost be giving myself permission not to that I now want to!
This time is valuable, both thinking and chilling. At least I’ve used this time to ponder, and write this post. And I’d better finish up or before I know it I’ll be late!
The other day was my dad’s birthday, I have to think too much to work out how old he’d be, I do know more easily he’s been gone nearly 16years.
My poem, The Present was in the Mozzie, and was a lovely read when I opened my mail.
Caffeine to feed my body
Academic writing to feed my mind
Cafe with bub to feed my soul
This is more than a trip to a cafe for a coffee!
Hello big size coffee I missed you baby 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
Being pregnant I couldn’t stomach much coffee so had to down size. I love my coffee and missed the joy of slowly drinking my flat white in cafes when writing. And now with bubs in the pram, I can return to old habits.
I’m in heaven 💕 and I’m sure the words will flow!
So much to write journal about… 💕 There’s been a lot of changes lately. It’s good to finally sit and journal.
And a walk is a good way to get baby sleeping!
The last few weeks have been full on, good, bad, and ugly. With one dog sick, a week later Bub is born, another week later my other dog is suddenly terminally ill and is now a star in the sky. I’ve not had time to write, journal or much else. But that’s life. And it’s a new flow that I’m having to adjust to. I wouldn’t have it any other way (though I wish Astro was still with me!)
There’s a few things I should not do…go to a Makers market… like I need another crocheting project… but look at that hand made crochet hook!!!!! And the yarn!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
I’m in love!