It's been a month of words.
The draft is done, off.
And yesterday, I needed to make something with my hands.
My plan was to create a quilt in tandem with the book, but all the little squares sat neglected for months and months.
But yesterday, I cleared off the dining room table, hauled up the ironing board and iron, and got to work.
Pinning, stitching, pressing; repeat.
Listening to Jian Ghomeshi interview Dolly Parton, to podcasts, to nothing at all.
Watching something take shape before my eyes.
Letting myself have a day to make something other than food, other than words pinned together and stitched into sentences, stories, essays.
And this is what I made.
If you want a taste of the other thing I made recently, get thee over to the Northern Woman's Bookstore this evening at 7 PM, where I'll be reading an excerpt from Step on a Crack.
Okay, gotta go figure out what to wear.