(or, how knitting is like writing)
"Hearing the unsaid
Thoughts woven between stitches
The heart knows it all"
Posting this just to remind my writerly-self...you CAN finish what you start. In this case, a knitted and felted bag...even when you had no idea what you were doing (knitting in the round). Lined with a delicate floral fabric...learning the skills to finish (sewing for the first time). No matter how long it takes...this is my sister's holiday present--from LAST Christmas.
*Felted bag with handles: knit by yours truly from November 2006 to September 2007
*Times put down and forgotten: at least 12
*Months not touched at all: at least five
*Projects started (and possibly completed) in the interim: six
*Times I declared it an utter failure: at least 158
Which reminds me just a little bit of my novel...
*Written: from April 2005 until now (the end so close, I can taste it)
*Times put down and forgotten: three
*Months not touched at all: at least eight
*Projects started (and possibly completed) in the interim: dozens and dozens (and dozens) of poems, thirty+ essays, more journal entries than is probably healthy, short stories...nineteen, other novels? "just" one (title: The Glass Saint Journals).
*Times I declared it an utter failure: countless
Now that I have held that bag in my hands and am ready to give it to my beautiful sister over the weekend, I feel like the completion of the book is absolutely within my grasp. Stitch by stitch, row by row...word by word, chapter by chapter...I am knitting myself and my creativity back together again.