Writing is my passion, but I do have other hobbies.
I’m remodeling a doll house. It’s slow going, because I need to make more room to work on it, but I am slowly collecting the stuff I need for it. (And even it is writing-related — one room is going to be a writer’s loft/studio/office.) And every once in a while I attack the chaos in my craft room in the vain hope that someday I can work on the doll house down there.
I have lots of stuff for scrapbooking. (I seem to have a paper addiction.) Like the doll house, though, there is a space issue, but I long for a time and place to spread it all out and create pages. (I want to make two poetry scrapbooks – one of my poetry and one of favorite poems from other writers – and a ScrapBook of Shadows.)
I also love houseplants and am hoping to create some fairy gardens soon. (Thank you, Pinterest — I needed another hobby.)
I can crochet and would like to do more of it — maybe this winter. (I just got a book of crochet motifs and some of them are just so neat… They make me want to start hooking again.)
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And there are lots of other things I want to learn: beading/jewelry making, spinning, wood-burning, leather-working, wood carving… pretty much anything that involves working with your hands and creating something.
But my main addiction other than writing is counted cross stitch. I will not reveal the amount of floss and fabric I own, or the number of projects that I have started, or the number of charts that I haven’t started. Let’s just say that I hit S.A.B.L.E.) (Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy) a long, long time ago (and probably in a galaxy far, far away).
A conversation with Warrior Poet of Writers Two reminded me of a realization that I’d had once before: counted cross stitch is a lot like writing. You start with a blank piece of fabric (paper) and with needle and thread (pen and ink) you create something. At first it’s just a blob of color on the fabric, but eventually it takes shape and becomes something recognizable — just as a novel forms from a few nebulous ideas for characters and scenes.
My only real problem is balancing my hobbies. Granted, during NaNoWriMo months there is no balance needed: word count clearly trumps stitch count. But the other nine months? Yeah. Things get tricky there.
I want to write.
I want to stitch.
But unless I learn to do one or the other with my toes I can’t do both at the same time.
One of the nice things about counted cross stitch is that it does require concentration and focus. It provides a break from thinking about the novel and lets that part of me recharge.
But I can (and do) keep a pen and notepad in my stitching nest. You know… just in case…