insomnia.
I am trying to sew.
I never was very good at sewing. I was fabulous at cooking - my mom remembered the other day when we were talking about it, that I once got an 11/10 for something I made in cooking class. I think it was a walnut tea cake or something, and I was being creative - so I stepped outside the recipe box and decided I needed to decorate a otherwise plain cake with walnuts ontop. Luckily, in this kitchen - I wasn't berated for thinking I knew better than the chef. ;)
(Those of you who watch cooking shows, particularly of the reality tv kind, will understand)
So here I am at 10pm at the end of a long weekend, unable to sleep.
Again.
Had no trouble yesterday..... much.
Sewing.
I've been having a lot of thoughts lately that occasionally trot through my head whispering hints of inspiration before disappearing again. I write, on and off - and when I reach a point (like tonight) where I wish I could write, coz I can't seem to do anything else (i.e. sleep) well, I sigh and look through my notes and wonder why nothing is working yet. And sometimes, like tonight, I find two pieces that seem to fit together, that seem like they could be a beginning, but I'm not sure. So I feel like I'm sewing. Jotting down these pieces of thoughts - and then looking back at it and trying to make it all fit, so it will look like something wearable.
And then I go back to waiting.
(maybe I shouldn't be cursing myself with that tagline - "in a perpetual writers block")
I never was very good at sewing. I was fabulous at cooking - my mom remembered the other day when we were talking about it, that I once got an 11/10 for something I made in cooking class. I think it was a walnut tea cake or something, and I was being creative - so I stepped outside the recipe box and decided I needed to decorate a otherwise plain cake with walnuts ontop. Luckily, in this kitchen - I wasn't berated for thinking I knew better than the chef. ;)
(Those of you who watch cooking shows, particularly of the reality tv kind, will understand)
So here I am at 10pm at the end of a long weekend, unable to sleep.
Again.
Had no trouble yesterday..... much.
Sewing.
I've been having a lot of thoughts lately that occasionally trot through my head whispering hints of inspiration before disappearing again. I write, on and off - and when I reach a point (like tonight) where I wish I could write, coz I can't seem to do anything else (i.e. sleep) well, I sigh and look through my notes and wonder why nothing is working yet. And sometimes, like tonight, I find two pieces that seem to fit together, that seem like they could be a beginning, but I'm not sure. So I feel like I'm sewing. Jotting down these pieces of thoughts - and then looking back at it and trying to make it all fit, so it will look like something wearable.
And then I go back to waiting.
(maybe I shouldn't be cursing myself with that tagline - "in a perpetual writers block")