Oh, the innocence.

Just went back and read my first few blog entries, about starting the book. Oh, the innocence. If I’d had the slightest idea what I was getting into, or how long/difficult it would be, I’d never have gotten started. In fact, that’s my advice to anyone considering writing a book: don’t get started. Really. You have NO idea what you’re getting into. LOL.

I’m not grousing too much just at the moment, though–too busy cutting and pasting relevant parts of interviews into the right day’s story. I don’t have all of the interviews transcribed, but I have enough to work on. My speed is accelerating as I stop rewriting the stories and just start cutting and pasting relevant portions of the transcripts into the days I plan to write. I think this will speed things up and get me a workable framework a lot faster than trying to edit each story as it comes.

All in all, though, I’m reminded of Annie Dillard’s book The Writing Life, in which she describes the ridiculousness and blindness of the writing process. I don’t have the apropos quote right now (because B. has my copy of The Writing Life), but if I can find it, I’ll share it with you: it’s quite funny.

Speaking of B., I’m very happy to have found him. I don’t talk about other people much in my blog–mostly because I don’t like discussing other people in public–but things are going well. I love him, and I’m glad to have found him.

Found out that my shawl didn’t win in the Spindlicity contest, but I’m not devastated: I knew when I entered it that it had a major flaw in the knitting, so wasn’t really expecting to win. On the other hand, I *would* like to know when I’m getting it back…so I emailed the editor to ask when it would be returned. I’m praying it’s not one of the four semifinalists, because they’ll be holding those until August/September, for display at a fiber festival. I’d like it back in my greedy little hands, so I know it’s not going anywhere. It’s too precious to lose.

Nothing much else going on right now, it’s been a pretty quiet time. B. is sick, so I’ve been working on the book and stitching in my free time.