Sleep, eat, breathe, quilt (etcetera)

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The weather was gorgeous, so out on the line went the finished quilt top!

A quilt deadline next Tuesday afternoon has kept me BUSY! I thought I might have the rest of the month; instead I'll be spending my weekend hand-quilting, a little machine quilting thrown in for speed. Today I finished the backing, tomorrow I'll get to the basting and making the binding. As I sew, I've listened to tunes that are shaping the next novel. While I haven't started writing, lol, I have given HEAPS of thought toward said book, which might not be the exact next story in my current series, but then this series didn't start off in a streamlined manner.

I'm not (overly) bothered by this notion, in that I've not felt certain about the exact timeline or what happens to the characters. Yet music is once again clearing my head, feeding my creative soul, and proffering plot lines. When I start to feel tunefully inspired, WOO HOO!

While I had (loosely) planned to start writing this week, I'm grateful for a quilt muscling onto the docket. Perhaps finishing this quilt will be an impetus so I can start crafting a first draft! And where this draft fits into the series scheme.... I can't ponder that deeply. What matters most is WANTING TO WRITE. The book's eventual destination needs to be ignored.

In the meantime, more plot details can gather in my gray matter as stitches accumulate. I'm thankful for creative outlets, as well as unexpected projects, which keep life fresh. Now to enjoy some Red Sky at Night EPP this evening. The next few nights will be quilt-deadline related, also US Open Tennis-filled. Maybe more about that in a future post....

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