I stopped at Hobby Lobby this morning. They were closing out a bunch of wool at only $1.99 a skein. I bought a lot. But it won't go to waste. Once again my resolution to only buy yarn I need went right out the window.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Nobody Tells Me Nothing
I didn't know Bob was moving either, except that he posted it yesterday. He never said anything at our meetings. He keeps things close to the vest, our Bob.
And, Bob, I hesitate to guess where your cell phone was. In your pocket? In your car? Up your nose? I'm just glad you found it. Maybe I'll make you a nice knitted holder you can hook to your belt loop so you don't lose it. Kind of a mitten-string of the new millennium. In manly colors, of course.
I emailed in the first 10 pages of Horizon today so there'll be a critique for me when I get to the conference in Madison. Ooh, I should have saved this for writerly activities. Oh well. Now I have to write my pitch and log line, whatever that is. I'm sure I saw a FAQ about it. I'll look it up.
March 3--Jacques Louis David, Napoleon Crossing the Alps on 20 May 1800. The Little General sat on his battle horse, his favorite, Bucephalus, the white charger with the black strip in his mane. The wind blew up the pass making his red wool cape sail around him like a banner leading the men onward, giving them courage. An unimpressive man at first glance, Napoleon, when on horseback, was the equal of any monarch in grandeur and dignity. He pulled the collar of his navy blue coat up to protect his neck and stretched his right hand up and out to show the way, but also to grasp the chance as he made his way uphill to greatness. the Little General felt the power of his horse radiate up his back to vibrate through his very core. His sensuous mouth curved in satisfaction to see the admiration and loyalty in the men's eyes. His victory was so near he could almost taste it. "Mr. Burton," the nurse called, "it's time to come in for lunch." Nathan stopped striding up and down on the gray cement walk and turned toward the door. Today was tapioca day and he didn't want to miss it. His black and white cane made him feel more secure on his feet as he made his way inside.
Oh, I like this. It turned out just the way I imagined it. See you on Thursday. Bob's coming too so we can give him our critiques.
--Barbara
And, Bob, I hesitate to guess where your cell phone was. In your pocket? In your car? Up your nose? I'm just glad you found it. Maybe I'll make you a nice knitted holder you can hook to your belt loop so you don't lose it. Kind of a mitten-string of the new millennium. In manly colors, of course.
I emailed in the first 10 pages of Horizon today so there'll be a critique for me when I get to the conference in Madison. Ooh, I should have saved this for writerly activities. Oh well. Now I have to write my pitch and log line, whatever that is. I'm sure I saw a FAQ about it. I'll look it up.
March 3--Jacques Louis David, Napoleon Crossing the Alps on 20 May 1800. The Little General sat on his battle horse, his favorite, Bucephalus, the white charger with the black strip in his mane. The wind blew up the pass making his red wool cape sail around him like a banner leading the men onward, giving them courage. An unimpressive man at first glance, Napoleon, when on horseback, was the equal of any monarch in grandeur and dignity. He pulled the collar of his navy blue coat up to protect his neck and stretched his right hand up and out to show the way, but also to grasp the chance as he made his way uphill to greatness. the Little General felt the power of his horse radiate up his back to vibrate through his very core. His sensuous mouth curved in satisfaction to see the admiration and loyalty in the men's eyes. His victory was so near he could almost taste it. "Mr. Burton," the nurse called, "it's time to come in for lunch." Nathan stopped striding up and down on the gray cement walk and turned toward the door. Today was tapioca day and he didn't want to miss it. His black and white cane made him feel more secure on his feet as he made his way inside.
Oh, I like this. It turned out just the way I imagined it. See you on Thursday. Bob's coming too so we can give him our critiques.
--Barbara
Goods News...
It turns out I didn't misplace my cellphone after all. (Guess where it was.) And so, I am once again reachable. The sun is out this morning and the weather is supposed to warm up in the next few days. Things are looking good.
Oh, I am moving, actually. (Didn't I say?) I'll be moving to 1205 Hastings Street, just down from Schroeder's Flowers. See you all Thursday evening.
Bob ;-)
Oh, I am moving, actually. (Didn't I say?) I'll be moving to 1205 Hastings Street, just down from Schroeder's Flowers. See you all Thursday evening.
Bob ;-)
Monday, March 2, 2009
Bob's Moving?????
Gee...you let one snowstorm keep you from writer's group and you miss everything!
I'm up on my new computer everyone! So once I get my Office software loaded, it's back to writing!
I'm up on my new computer everyone! So once I get my Office software loaded, it's back to writing!
Update
Started moving Sunday. Got all my books over to the new place, as well as assorted pots and pans. Moved some clothes and old versions of stories today. Planning on moving a little more tomorrow. Brian and I have until the 11th to get everything over there and then spiff up Chicago Street. The thing is that some time between Saturday and Sunday, I mislaid my cellphone - it may have been put in a moving box and is languishing at the new address. If you need to get in touch with me, call me at work, or put it on the blog - I'll be reading it every day.
Bob ;-)
Bob ;-)
So Not In The Mood
This weekend was not a writing one, no, siree. I sat here avoiding it for hours yesterday doing everything but writing. I don't feel too bad about it. I caught up this morning and now I'm going to share it with you before I leave for work. Some of us have to work today, or at least go there, I'm not going to predict how much actual work will be done. I am planning to call Bob at his work to ask him if he's coming to writer's on Thursday so we can give him his critique. I'll let you know.
February 28-March 1--Rembrandt Harmensz van Rijn, Woman Bathing in a Stream. Violet hiked up her shift and waded away from the stream bank. She concentrated on keeping her footing on the slippery rounded stones underfoot. The silky feeling of the clear cool water wrapping around her ankles caught her attention and made her stop. She stood there holding the white fabric up at her hips, looking at her feet like pale fish lying on the smooth bottom stones, feeling the green weed tugged by the current tickle her ankles, seeing the tiny silver fish dart around like arrows of light.
March 2--Vincent van Gogh, Irises. The artist sat in the garden, his sketchpad on his knees, and stared at the riot of colors. He couldn't decide where to start, what to make the focus of his painting. The heat of the sun through his straw hat and the buzzing of the bees tempted him to retreat to the cool blue shade with a beer but he stayed there, pencil flying, to capture the silver-green spears of iris leaves restlessly pointing to their royal purple and white blossoms borne like flags into battle.
Not bad for 2 things dashed off in a hurry. I think I do my best work when I'm rushed or tired. One of these days I'll stop overthinking these things when I'm feeling normal.
--Barbara
February 28-March 1--Rembrandt Harmensz van Rijn, Woman Bathing in a Stream. Violet hiked up her shift and waded away from the stream bank. She concentrated on keeping her footing on the slippery rounded stones underfoot. The silky feeling of the clear cool water wrapping around her ankles caught her attention and made her stop. She stood there holding the white fabric up at her hips, looking at her feet like pale fish lying on the smooth bottom stones, feeling the green weed tugged by the current tickle her ankles, seeing the tiny silver fish dart around like arrows of light.
March 2--Vincent van Gogh, Irises. The artist sat in the garden, his sketchpad on his knees, and stared at the riot of colors. He couldn't decide where to start, what to make the focus of his painting. The heat of the sun through his straw hat and the buzzing of the bees tempted him to retreat to the cool blue shade with a beer but he stayed there, pencil flying, to capture the silver-green spears of iris leaves restlessly pointing to their royal purple and white blossoms borne like flags into battle.
Not bad for 2 things dashed off in a hurry. I think I do my best work when I'm rushed or tired. One of these days I'll stop overthinking these things when I'm feeling normal.
--Barbara
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Progress Report--Week #8
Today we're going to play "bad news/good news." M'kay?
As you can see from this week's previous posts, the bad news is that I got off on a tangent making and felting pencil cup holders. Here is the second attempt. Now it's narrow enough
to fit snugly around the can (good news) but it's not tall enough (bad news). I slid a can into it before adding in the novelty yarns and it was a good 1-1/2 inches too tall. What have we learned? We have learned that the yarn (Sensations Licorice) shrinks 
more vertically than horizontally. It's a good thing I've started making these months before I want to gift them to people.
The next bit of bad news is that I thought last week that I was done knitting fish. I wasn't. I needed one more to make 70 which was the arrangement I had decided on. I was very happy to knit this "last fish" this week.
I laid them out on the bed today to get them arranged the way I want to sew the
m together so I could take pictures and only have to figure it out once. Turns out I need 2 more fish because instead of making 10 rows of 7 fish, I'm making 12 rows of 6 fish. Two isn't too many more so the news is only sorta bad. The good news is that I have enough yarn to make them out of the darkest yarn I've used to spread the "weight" of them across the whole afghan.
I worked on the Sari Silk purse for my DIL (good news). I was amazed that I was actually busy at work this past week so I didn't really have time to knit (very good news).
Neither the Peruvian nor the Spring Green shawls had so much as one stitch added to them this past week (bad girl, bad news).
But I did knit to the heel of the Multicolor Sock (good news).
No matter what I do, what light I use or don't use, I can't make the ribbed leg of it look periwinkle instead of blue (bad news) but I know that you're smart enough to imagine it that way (good news).
Now I really need to quit playing with yarn and yarn-y things and go work on finalizing my novel manuscript presentation because I'm going to a conference at the end of the month to pitch it to an agent. Yikes!
(Could be good news, bad news, or both. Keep a good thought.)
As you can see from this week's previous posts, the bad news is that I got off on a tangent making and felting pencil cup holders. Here is the second attempt. Now it's narrow enough
to fit snugly around the can (good news) but it's not tall enough (bad news). I slid a can into it before adding in the novelty yarns and it was a good 1-1/2 inches too tall. What have we learned? We have learned that the yarn (Sensations Licorice) shrinks 
more vertically than horizontally. It's a good thing I've started making these months before I want to gift them to people.
The next bit of bad news is that I thought last week that I was done knitting fish. I wasn't. I needed one more to make 70 which was the arrangement I had decided on. I was very happy to knit this "last fish" this week.
I laid them out on the bed today to get them arranged the way I want to sew the
m together so I could take pictures and only have to figure it out once. Turns out I need 2 more fish because instead of making 10 rows of 7 fish, I'm making 12 rows of 6 fish. Two isn't too many more so the news is only sorta bad. The good news is that I have enough yarn to make them out of the darkest yarn I've used to spread the "weight" of them across the whole afghan.
I worked on the Sari Silk purse for my DIL (good news). I was amazed that I was actually busy at work this past week so I didn't really have time to knit (very good news).
Neither the Peruvian nor the Spring Green shawls had so much as one stitch added to them this past week (bad girl, bad news).
But I did knit to the heel of the Multicolor Sock (good news).
No matter what I do, what light I use or don't use, I can't make the ribbed leg of it look periwinkle instead of blue (bad news) but I know that you're smart enough to imagine it that way (good news).
Now I really need to quit playing with yarn and yarn-y things and go work on finalizing my novel manuscript presentation because I'm going to a conference at the end of the month to pitch it to an agent. Yikes!
(Could be good news, bad news, or both. Keep a good thought.)
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