Backtracking

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A colourful WIP that has grown in recent days.

Sometimes the best laid plans are scuppered by a spur-of-the-moment stream of writing that seems beneficial. Seems is the key word; sometimes when I crochet, I'll start the initial row with far too many stitches, but after completing an entire row, I end up pulling out all those stitches to make the blanket or scarf less lengthy. Just now I deleted about a chapter's worth of writing, less than I thought needed the ax, which was heartening. I don't lament the missing prose; at times the muse leads one on a wild goose chase just for the fun of it.

I could claim writing under the influence of over-the-counter pain meds and heaps of cough drops. My cold remains a force to contend with, although I napped this afternoon, which I never do. Throat is still sore, eyes are gunky, I'm a bit of a mess, like the writing. Not that the actual prose was cruddy, just traveling (or more rightly unraveling) in a direction I'd not foreseen. At the time of writing, I went with it because sometimes those tangents turn out for the best. This time, not so much. Again I'm grateful it was only a chapter's worth of the story, with a little cleaning up to do tomorrow. Better to excise it now than explore that errant tangent further, then find myself REALLY FRUSTRATED by where I had taken the characters and their story.

Meanwhile, I'm avoiding sewing, not wishing to get my probably germy mitts all over fabrics. I'm being scrupulous about washing my hands, but I don't want to fiddle around with prints until I am feeling BETTER. Instead I'm crocheting, a simpler task in many ways, which is about all I can handle right now. I don't know the last time I had such a debilitating cold, so I'm being kind to myself and not doing more than feels feasible. Thankfully the writing, even if it's dodgy, is something I can manage. Or I think I can. We'll see what happens tomorrow when I go back in time just a wee bit, then move forward a tad smarter. Or more informed. Or less ambiguous. Or something like that....

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