The kids have gone back to school and my life has been consumed with craft.
Here’s the sweater I’m working on:
Top down, largely stockinette, little bit of interesting lace in the front–enough to keep me engaged, but not too tricky that I can’t watch Sons of Anarchy while I knit.
Here’s some stuff I’m making to sell:
These baby hats will get decorated with stars and ornaments and make me $20-$25 buck a pop. Totally mindless, easy to finish one in a day, they make me feel excited to trade my skills for cash.
Finally, Amelia and I went yesterday to pick out curtain fabric for her room. Here it is:
I’m not a great sewer, but the great sewers I know say curtains are the easiest. So that’ll be launching in the next few days.
As stunning as all this is, though, the truth is there is no creativity in this kind of productivity. It’s just following directions, taking steps, reading and doing. I feel like I’m just killing time waiting for my next great idea. And it’s been years (literally, as the last script I finished was an adaptation of a novel) since I had an idea I got excited about.
BUT—last night when I was awake from 4:20-5 a.m., the magic happened. An idea that I’ve had for months glued itself, in my head, to a story I sort of know that happened to someone I met once or twice. I’ve known the story for years, and like I said, the idea is not new, but neither of them on their own could make a play. Together, they are something. Today I called one of the people involved in the story, which for the play will have happened before the curtain rises, and got some details. I bounced the joint ideas off of someone I trust, someone I knew wouldn’t bombard me with suggestions. He was kind enough to say, “My mind is just racing through all the different possibilities and directions this could go” without illuminatin a single one.
I can start writing tomorrow if I want, although I may wait a day or two to see if the snowball can get any bigger just rolling around my brain.
This is the writer’s rush, and it’s the most exciting feeling.