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I Could Never be a Writer..

Writers have to believe in their own work; this includes writers of books, plays, movies, songs, etc. Often I read a portion of a poorly written book and wonder about who the author is as a person. How did they get to the point of creating this book, and what are their dreams and aspirations?

What inspires someone to write a book without having it proofread first?

What inspires a lyricist to create a sappy love song for someone else to sing and take credit for?

How do authors spend enormous amounts of time and effort on books and then sit back and watch the books be offered for little to no money? I’m sure I wouldn’t any work of mine to be sold so cheaply!

Along the lines of the first statement I made, writers have to believe in their own work. How does one become satisfied with writing cheap and tawdry harlequin romances, or the teenage equivalent, which has become so prevalent and popular among the youth of today? I have to assume at some point, these authors read a book that inspired them to write – they must have seen the way someone else crafted words and been amazed and awestruck; what was the path that transformed them from these starstruck “wannabe” authors to those who will write anything as long as it sells?

I could never be a writer.

Too often I read books and laugh because I would be so embarrassed for my work to be continually republished and reread if it was written so poorly.

I could never be a writer.

I’ve never grasped the idealism, terminology, and use of cliche that seems to be the desired and accepted norm of today’s literature (if you even call it literature).

I could never be a writer.

 

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Regarding why Ruth should only make vests.. and perhaps small puffy things

I love handknit sweaters. Love. I find them fascinating to make, look at, and all around enjoy… at least that’s what I always tell myself when I cast one on!

The body goes well, and I love seeing the progress, which usually goes fairly quickly, and then I get to the sleeves.

Someone remind me why I knit sweaters again?

This is what it’s supposed to look like:

The wonderful Therapi Sweater by Stefanie Japel

Here is what it currently looks like:

Notice the difference?

No sleeves! (Or collar, but i’ll get to that)

Off to force myself to knit sleeves, when what I really want to do is make a million hexipuffs for my Beekeeper’s Quilt

Like so:

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In which new options are explored

So I discovered that I didn’t like the old blogging platform I was using, so i’m going to attempt to move the majority of the previously posted knitting patterns, etc. over to this new site!

I’m still getting use to WordPress, so please pardon the empty pages and slight wonkiness of my page until I get things 100% up and running!