I finished a major revision yesterday.
Who am I kidding...it was more like a rewrite.
If you are a writer, then you can feel my relief, my triumph.
If you aren't a writer, but are a crafter, then you know how it feels too:
It's like the knitter who's had to frog a too-big/small sweater up to the yoke, just to resize it and knit it all over again.
It's like the quilter who's realized they'd sewn their rows backwards, and the only way to fix it is to rip all the rows apart, rearrange and resew.
It's like the crosstitcher who's found out their stitched frames where completely the wrong size, and the only way to move on is rip out stiches, readjust the pattern, and restitch the image on the canvas.
You feel me?
Some days I wonder why I didn't decide to chase publication when I was younger. Instead of writing my book, I was card-making, crocheting, cross-stitching. Later, I moved on to stamping, to sewing and then to knitting.
Today, as I ripped out stitches from this April Woodland Sampler Block, I realized that all of those efforts have contributed to my writing, somehow. Although I wasn't practicing words, I was practicing Patience, Daily effort, Correction, Goal-setting and Milestones.
I learned that the sh*( you want is going to take a lot of effing work. (excuse my language)
But just as I am so proud of my quilts hanging on my wall, and how much I cherish the things I have made, I'm going to hold fast to the dream that my book will be worth it too.
So, by golly, I'm gonna keep going. :)
Join me tomorrow for Ready, Set, Write a summer writing intensive! Hope you all have a great night!