Those of you who know me personally will vouch for the fact that I am rarely idle. I always seem to have something on the go. My writing manages to take up a large portion of my spare time (admittedly something in short supply anyway with three young children). But every so often I give this a break and turn my attention to other pursuits.
About three weeks ago I placed my manuscript into the hands of a trusted colleague for beta-reading. For a short moment I threw my hands up in the air wondering what on earth I would do with all my evenings free. Then I started making stuff . . . and then I made some more stuff . . . and then I couldn’t stop. Then, when I ran out of supplies I headed out to Spotlight and purchased some more. You can see the fruits of my labours littering this post.
Yesterday I received a call from my beta. The manuscript is ready for me to collect. Part of me did a back-flip. I can’t wait to start to make the changes and get ever closer to my goal of submitting the manuscript to publishers. A small part of me drew in a massive sigh. I am somewhat sad to be closing the door to the fabric cupboard again. As I do this I hear my beloved Grampsie whispering in my ear, “You’re book will get better as it improves my dear.”‘
“Yes Grampsie, but my manuscript won’t improve unless I hop to it and start to make that happen!”
Enough said . . . or is it stitched, appliqued and beaded? I’m off to write . . . or will when I finish these last few dresses.