Thursday Thoughts

One of the most impactful things Dad ever taught me is to look at things from every different angle you can before deciding on something. In most things, it is prudent to do so. I like that he would tell me to think of where the other person may come from. It has always served me well. As young kids, they expected us to think things through. They, meaning the parents, teachers, coaches, etc. Maybe we didn’t have a stress-free life as kids, but I think we all can operate as reasonably intelligent adults.

Sometimes, someone may remark, “Gee, I didn’t think of it that way.” That’s a clue you may have opened their eyes to a fresh way of thinking. It’s easier if they’re open to changing their way of doing things. If they’re not, it’s much harder. Consensus is easier to achieve with more open-minded people. Face it. Change is hard. People resist as long as they can.

It gets frustrating when someone digs in and belittles your decision or choice and later claims they supported you all the way. The excuse is “Well, things were different.” With some people, it’s just not worth being right. It’s best to know you are and move on. I’ve had to do that a lot about a lot of things in my life. Moving away to a different neighborhood is a big deal in my family. No more, because I’ve done it. Three times. Mom still lives in the same house she and Dad purchased in 1949. That’s seventy-two years in the same house. It has to be some kind of record.

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We have to learn to be comfortable with our decisions. We need to accept full responsibility for the consequences of our actions. All of them. We have a responsibility to admit if we do something bad. Or good. We sometimes learn more from the poor decisions than the good ones. It’s possible. A balanced person never forgets the lessons they learn from the poor ones. And they know not to beat themselves up over them.

I had another Zoom call with Sam, my book coach today. I’m eager to add more description to my second chapter and flesh out the first scene of the third chapter. Slow and steady wins the race. I read something a couple days ago stating it takes three years to write a book. At first I scoffed at that. *Word of the Day – Scoffed! When I think of starting a year ago, January 2019, it’s not so off the mark. That’s about what I’m looking at now, at the current rate. I do like having smaller sections to rewrite.

I have about 40K written in my first book, These Walls Do Talk. I want to finish it someday I see it as a part of a trilogy. It’s not lost work it was good practice. I think back to a conversation Sam and I had once that touched on having manuscripts that will not be the ones to publish. It’s a very common occurrence among writers. That does not surprise me. Among quilters, there are many projects that never see the quilting and binding added. I have a beautiful example of one. I did not finish the first quilt ever made. I kept it as a reminder of how it was to just start learning the craft. The most important thing I learned was the famous quarter inch seams are to be critical. Otherwise, nothing will align properly. I have some rows that look terrible. You can fudge on a seam while dressmaking (I have frequently), but in quilting its unforgiving. Come to think of it, I should put a binding on it and drape it on my studio chair right here. It will remind me there is a learning curve with everything creative. And to be humble.

Goldie Could Enjoy My “Humility” Quilt.

I think I should dig that quilt out and finish it. Just because. I can look at as a failure. I don’t like the colors. It was a practice piece. I can also use it to help me see how much I’ve learned. All the quilting skills I have are self-taught. There were a few classes I took, but most of it is self-taught. With lots of books and magazines.

I’m glad to know how to look at things differently. It’s helped me be grateful, despite having a body ravaged by some weird ailments. I could have become bitter about what I lost at age 44, but I am grateful for what I can still do independently. I am grateful to have a husband who tells me, “whatever you want to do, honey,” when I have an idea for another quilt, blog, or project. We work well together, he encourages me. It stifles a lot of women to have little support for their creativity. My only problem is finding the time to do all the things I’d like to do!

Have a beautiful day. Enjoy the precipitation we’re having in Gretna, NE. I wish those fires in Colorado would have a gully washer fall on them. The destruction is terrible. Be Open. Think Differently. Love Without Restriction. Be Safe. Be Kind. Be Careful.

Thinking Thoughts Thursday

Just finished Zooming with Sam Tyler, my Book Coach. It was a good conversation and set me thinking. My genre will probably be fiction. It sounds as if you include real people in stories they could have grounds to sue you for writing your truth. That is interesting, isn’t it? Expect to see the usual paragraph about “any resemblance between the fictional characters and real persons is strictly coincidental” at the front of my book. It’s just the thing to do to protect yourself.

The whole thing reminds me of a coffee mug I saw, “If you are concerned I wrote about you, you should have treated me better.” Pretty sassy, but true.

Consider yourself warned!

I I can only hope to have the stamina to tell the stories that need telling. It’s a personal choice to spend time with all of these creative things, one that makes my life feel fuller. I’m learning so much sometimes I think my brain will explode. There are not enough hours in the day to read, to write, and to quilt. I think this afternoon, I’m going to be working on the poppies quilt. It’s all ready to go, and I’m feeling the bug to work on it. While creating with one medium, I can get inspirations for another medium.

I have a lot of character development issues to hone in on. That is kind of a fun analysis to do. Personalities can change. People can change. Dramatically, in fact. My story is about a woman who changes and how she does it. Gradually. Unrest haunts her. After being told she can’t do things, she does. And surprises herself. She finds herself in the process. It all sounds so easy, but it’s not. It’s slowly revealing itself to me with Sam’s help. I like what I’m learning and seeing how I can do things more effectively.

Sometimes I get the feeling poetry would be “easier.” I think using fewer words would have to be so disciplined, so exacting. Maybe one day I can try it, too. For now, I’ll stick with writing. Whatever is created is good, and using talents God gave us.

While this is pretty short again today, I just have a lot to think about. That’s where my time needs to be today, digesting what I’ve heard today, and formulating my updated plans for Katie’s story. She has quite a story to tell. I appreciate you reading today, and hope to see you here again tomorrow. Be safe today, I’m wearing my mask to Target to quickly grocery shop, and using hand sanitizer when I get back in the car. Help a Grandma out, and let’s get this pandemic under control so I can meet my grandson in Colorado! Thanks for your participation. Bless you.