so today, I'm giving myself space to putter. . . I've been sidling towards my desk with stops at the couch (Tea and a book -- I'm reading L'Art de Perdre by Alice Zeniter, a powerful, moving, very human novel about one family's life in France after their uprooting from Algeria during that country's War of Independence). A few sessions at the dining table where I've spread out my knitting, trying to decide the best treatment of the collar. . . and reluctantly ripping out and beginning a remake of the ribbed hem (far too narrow for my comfort, and I should have guessed that from the vagueness of the pattern and the photos of finished versions which leave those contours equally vague).
While I knit and ripped and checked the pattern, I listened to a French podcast, but I haven't yet tackled the homework I'm supposed to complete for tonight's class. In fact, I'm thinking quite seriously about playing truant, just this once. . . .
Just now, I've finally opened my sketchbook/illustrated journal, played there with scissors and glue and pencils and pencil crayons, written a few lines. . . .
And, since this seems to be a sorting-it-out, moving around, puttering morning, I've popped over here to say "Hello."
I have some plans for a post or two (Annie asked for my apple pie recipe after I posted a photo on Instagram of the one I made the Almost-Eleven last week). . . and I've been thinking about the flip side of those "mean inner critics" and preparing to write something about their positive aspects. . . .
But today's a puttering day . . . I'm sure to be flitting off any minute now, working my way toward some kind of creative traction I haven't quite arrived at yet. . . .
If you'd like a bit more substance, though, might I direct your attention to Edna St. Vincent Millay's reflections on November? I first posted this sonnet and my brief commentary back in 2007, and then I revisited it a few times over the autumns we've spent together, you and I. . . . The last time was in 2013.
And looking back for that sonnet, I remembered that last year about this time I was heading for Edinburgh whence I "sent" you a postcard. . .
I've got some travel plans for this Fall as well, but not for a few weeks. . . .more on those soon. For now, I've dallied long enough here and it's time to sidle over to my desk again.
But while I'm there, perhaps you can tell me if you take a similar approach after your schedule's been disrupted. Sometimes I can plunge right back into work that's been set aside, but sometimes this more scattered approach (although still a fairly productive one) suits me better, seems to rock me back on the tracks. What about you?