Puzzles and Writers

I’m rather fond of putting together jigsaw puzzles. This Christmas my friend Sally and I started on a puzzle while she was visiting. She had to leave before it was finished. I’m still working on it, and enjoying even the frustration of dealing with a piece that MUST go in a specific place but of course doesn’t.

So why does the same experience when I’m writing drive me to chocolate?

I’ve thought about this a lot. I love having written, but the process is often so painful I avoid it for days. As I was trying to fit a piece into the puzzle where it clearly didn’t want to go, it suddenly occurred to me that when I’m assembling a jigsaw there is the promise of getting it right. I have a picture to follow that is accurate, and when I’m finished I will be rewarded. That’s not the case with writing. Oh, I have a picture in my head of where I want the story to go, and sometimes even an outline. That doesn’t mean I’ll get it right. My characters, unlike the jigsaw pieces, morph in mid-sentence without permission. The plot that clicked in place like beads on an abacus suddenly loops around into a tangled coil of unconnected events. Even if I can thrash the story into submission, I don’t always get the reward of knowing I got it right when I type The End. Nevertheless, the puzzle of writing is addictive, because one of these days I just know I’m going to solve it.

Luck and wisdom!

The Groundhog, The Pyramids, And The Cabinet

The power cords are still lost. We did find the work space my husband envisioned when he built it.

 

I can actually prepare food here
I can actually prepare food here

 

We also cleared space in two cabinets for equipment we use.

 

Useful stuff, not collected stuff
Useful stuff, not collected stuff

 

Organizing the cabinet meant giving up some cute molds and baking dishes that haven’t seen the light of day in ages. I did it without whining. This is a major victory and I hope to remember the relief of letting go when I get back to sorting the sewing room.

 

That organizing project is on hold. First of all, my daughter got a puzzle for Christmas.

 

Lani Longshore puzzle
This is the sky, a subtle gradation of teals

She’s letting us help her with it. The dang thing is more addictive than pistachio nuts.

 

I also have two quilt projects that are much more interesting than the stacks of stuff in my sewing room. The Egyptian pyramid quilt is almost ready for beading.

 

Almost time to bring out the gold beads
Almost time to bring out the gold beads

 

The Progressive Party is coming to the end of our calendar project. Since I have ideas for the rest of the months, I want to finish them while I still remember why I thought the idea was so cool. This is my February block.

 

The groundhog in his den
The groundhog in his den

 

Groundhog Day is my favorite holiday because you don’t have to do anything but find out if the groundhog saw its shadow. If only all my projects were so simple.