Saturday, October 19, 2019

Using What You Know

31 Days In October




Just like I eased in some new stitches into my sweater I also eased Yolanda into my story. The new character had an important purpose; the new stitches allow room for the body of the sweater to grow.


Day 19-

When contemplating a scene in my book I knew I wanted to have my characters meet in a restaurant. I chose to use what I know, a restaurant in Seattle which my husband and I frequent often. It is his favorite barbecue place. Going there mentally was easy.

     Reggie drove while Stevie gave him directions to the restaurant. They were in an industrial section of Seattle. Businesses with drab corrugated steel buildings lined each side of the road. The area was attracting newer entrepreneurs. Renovated old factories were turning into offices, providing smaller rent prices than in the middle of the city. Stevie directed him to turn left into a parking lot next to an outdoor eating area with twinkle lights hanging from wooden posts. As they pulled in at Jack’s Barbecue, Reggie smiled a large, wide grin. Jack’s was one of his favorite restaurants. He never would have guessed that two music professors would do lunch here. Stevie and her mother were breaking all the stereotypical images he had of music academics. Maybe if they had barbecue sauce on their hands he would feel less intimidated by their talk of Liszt and music fragments. 
    “Jack’s has the best brisket I’ve ever tasted.” Reggie felt his mouth watering at the prospect of a really excellent lunch.
     “You have been here then?” Stevie asked.
     “More than once.” 
     They looked around for Angelika. She was not there yet. They settled to wait on a large brown couch in the front area. 
     “I am a little surprised at the choice of restaurant.” Reggie said, wondering what Stevie thought.
     “So am I. A vegetarian place seemed more my mother’s liking. But, don’t pre-judge Sydney. She could be a down home southern gal.”
      “Your mother is a vegetarian?”
      “Not really, but she likes to eat light so I hope she finds something here on the menu.” 
       Two middle aged women entered, Reggie recognized Angelika. The other woman taller, had silver hair cut short and on a slant. She looked very stylish as she greeted a thin, bespectacled man at the door.  
      “Jack! How lovely to see you.” She was gushing with enthusiasm. 
      “That is Sydney Cabine,” whispered Stevie.
      “And the man greeting her is the owner.” Reggie whispered back. 
      “You are always welcome here and let me find you the best table.”

 Using something familiar isn't the easy thing as much as it is the way to invite creativity without the challenge of inventing something new.

The Asymmetrical Scarf design is very familiar. I have made three previous items with that design.


Each time I make it I use different yarn, different weight and different colors. Sometimes I add my own spin on the stitches used. The movements are familiar and comforting. 

New designs await me but I know I will often go back to the familiar.




Friday, October 18, 2019

Casting On Stitches In the Middle Of A Project

31 Days In October 



Joining a group works with writing and knitting and could with so many other activities. It's always bumpy at first in the getting to know you stage but so worth it.




Day 18-

Sometimes in the middle of your work it becomes important to cast on some new stitches. 
I am currently working on a sweater. The pattern told me to divide off the stitches for the sleeves and put them aside on waste yarn.
Now I need to connect the body of the sweater to continue knitting. That requires casting on several new stitches to accommodate the armhole. Where do these cast on stitches come from?



When it comes to writing, adding a new character is similar. In my book Rubato I needed someone who could take on some suspicion. You know, another character who might have murdered the pianist. *Spoiler Alert*
Yolanda was perfect for that job. She appeared on the scene with a bang. When my detectives were locking up the scene of the crime at the end of the day, Yolanda came running down the hill. Where did she come from? Why was she here?

     Reggie locked the front door and followed Stevie outside when they heard loud screaming. A tall, blonde woman with wild, long hair came running down the driveway. 
   “Stop! I need to get in there.” 
    Reggie moved in front of the door to block her way. His arm involuntarily moved across his chest to protect himself. “Excuse me ma’am. This is a crime scene. Step aside.”
    Sobbing now, the woman lost her bravado and looked up pathetically. “You don’t understand. My tools are in this house. I right now need them.”
    “Wait a minute. Who exactly are you?”
    “I am housekeeper here. I heard in town that Judith died,” she blubbered a little.“My job needs my stuff out of there.”
     Reggie saw that Stevie was moving between them. “Please, calm down. Let’s go sit down over there.” She took the woman’s arm and guided her to an area with chairs. Reggie followed, taking out his notebook. Why was Stevie taking over? He felt a momentary irritation but he let it go. The woman had a slight accent to her flawless English. Was it German? 
      “When exactly did you last see Judith?” Reggie’s voice was even but there was an intensity to his question.
       “Tuesday is my day to clean. I got here at 9 o’clock and Judith said that she would not need me and sent me away. She had people coming and told me to leave my stuff.  She gave me hundred dollars and told me she would call me later. But, she did not call me.” The woman’s agitation returned. “I need to get in the house.” 
   “We can’t let you in until the crime scene investigation is complete. How long have you worked for Ms. Whitesides?” Reggie said.
   Abruptly, she bolted out of her chair and ran up the hill. Reggie ran after her but got caught by a branch extending out onto the driveway and lost his balance. He righted himself and resumed the charge. When he reached the top of the road the woman was gone. The street was empty. With hands on his hips he paced back and forth. He heard Stevie behind him, out of breath.
   “What the heck was that all about?” she asked. 
    Reggie was angry at himself for losing his balance. He could have stopped her.
   “Who did she say she was?” Stevie asked.
    “She didn’t say. She only said that she was the housekeeper.”
    Reggie looked down at his notebook, writing a quick paragraph about the interchange. “Did you catch her accent?” he asked.
    “Not really. Do you think she sounded foreign?” Stevie turned without waiting for a reply and started back down the hill. “I’m going to double check that the house is secure and grab the bag of Judith’s papers before we go,” she called out.
   Reggie waited in the car for her. He tapped on the steering wheel with the palms of his hands. Stevie got in and Reggie peppered her with questions. “Who can we talk to next? Anyone close by?”
    Stevie adjusted her seat and took out her phone. “I have an address for a Tony Chavez just north of here. I found his name and address in Judith’s list of piano students on her phone. Let’s find out what he knows about his piano teacher.”





Just like I eased in some new stitches into my sweater I also eased Yolanda into my story. The new character had an important purpose; the new stitches allow room for the body of the sweater to grow. 

Go To The Next Day





Thursday, October 17, 2019

Join A Group

31 Days In October 



        

It is gut-renching when you delete 
or frog but the finished product is well 
worth the effort of starting over 
and fixing the problem.




                                                                         

                                                                                         Day 17-


On Tuesday evenings I alternate between my writing group and my knitting group. Why join a group? The most important reason is to connect to others who are also writing and knitting and enjoy their company.
Secondly, a group gives accountability for what you say you are going to accomplish. 
There are five of us in the writing group. Three of us are writing fiction, one a memoir , and one a biography. We have been together for more than a year. They have listened to my whole first novel and are cheering me on with my second. We are different in temperament and background but the same in the desire to write our stories. This group keeps me going on so many levels.


My knitting group is smaller and younger, actually. I thrive with these younger single women who take me along with them. One of us is the experienced one, it's not me, and the rest are beginners who want to be like her when we grow up. Ha! Ha! Every two weeks the pro fixes our mistakes and pushes us forward with our projects. 
Priceless!

Joining a group works with writing and knitting and could with so many other activities. It's always bumpy at first in the getting to know you stage but so worth it.







Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Delete And Frog

31 Days Of October



There needs to be a motive for creating a hole or the hole becomes a noticeable mistake. 



Day 16-

There comes a time for every writer and knitter to erase and start over. 

For writers on a computer the delete button becomes the way out of a muddle. To see the word, the sentence, even the whole page disappear is a blessing. Thankfully, my software program does have an undo link in case that delete button was held down too long. There are versions to my novel. Periodically I print off the chapters and finally the whole first draft of my book. When it's time to rewrite I can go back and read the first version to make sure my new version is better.

In knitting the there is no delete button. To go back to the place before the mistake, you must 'Frog'.



Sometimes when a mistake happens in your knitting and you don't notice it for a long time, you have to rip out many rows, a process known as frogging.











In crochet as well as in knitting, the term "frogging" refers to pulling your yarn stitches out. Confused as to what frogs have to do with that? It's because when we frog something made of yarn or thread, we "rip-it, rip-it" apart!

To pull the stitches of a garment out when it has taken hours and hours to create is depressing. But, I must say I've never been sorry later. The mistake would have become the main event if I'd let it be. 

It is gut-renching when you delete or frog but the finished product is well worth the effort of starting over and fixing the problem.













Tuesday, October 15, 2019

The Yarn Over

31 Days In October 



Crafting a good sentence means going 
back through and finding just the 
right words. 
The making of a bobble demands the
same care and attention.




Day 15-

"That's not a stitch, Mom, that's a yarn over and you have just created a hole."
"That's bad?"
"It is unless you are knitting lace. Then it's good."
WHAT?


A yarn over (abbreviated yo) makes an extra stitch on your needle and creates a deliberate little hole in your fabric. Yarn overs are an indispensable part of lace knitting. They have a multitude of other applications, as well, such as decorative increases, buttonholes, and novelty stitch patterns.
Knitting For Dummies


In writing, as in knitting, something overlooked can create a hole in your story. 

When Al disappeared into the kitchen Stevie whispered to Reggie,
      “Take your shoes off.”
       Reggie stepped back towards the door. “No, thank you. His floors don’t look like they have been cleaned in years.”

Why is Reggie acting so judgmental? This chapter is written in Stevie's, one of the main character's, point of view. She doesn't understand and is wondering the same thing.

 He handed the note to Reggie who was still standing near the door. Reggie glanced at the note and folded it. He looked at Stevie like he wanted to get going.   
     “Excuse my bad manners but would either of you like a cup of tea?” Al asked.
      “No, thank you. We won’t be staying very long.” Reggie replied.

The curtness in Reggie, my detective in the story, is creating a hole in the storyline because there doesn't seem to be a motive for his actions. If I don't write the next part of the story in his point of view, that hole will make him a flat, undeveloped character. 
The hole is there for a purpose. I want the reader to be bothered by Reggie's discomfort. I want Stevie to seem more open and interested in people. I am creating a contrast. Is there a reason for Reggie being so aloof? 



There needs to be a motive for creating a hole or the hole becomes a noticeable mistake. 

I better get into Reggie's mind and show what is going on inside his head. 











Monday, October 14, 2019

Crafting A Sentence or Making A Bobble

31 Days In October



My guiding words for 2019 are 'Live All In'.
I can stand erect and tall because I am yoked to my Savior, Jesus Christ. He will pull what is lost back on the needle. He can take a small gift and magnify it. He doesn't want perfection. He needs me to give Him my heart. 


Day14-
The Striped Bobble Cowl was one of my favorite projects. I had some drama trying to get the stitches to go in the right direction but I ended up loving the look of a bobble.


    "You make bobbles by increasing several stitches in a single stitch and then knitting back and forth on them before binding off, creating a knob on the surface of the fabric."

Knitting For Dummies 

There are approximately 50 bobbles on each side. As I was knitting back and forth creating this raised surface on the edge of the cowl I thought how I often go back and forth through the words of a single sentence.



My character Al, Alexander Pattchett, is a complicated older man who at first glance seems to be unkempt and judgmental. In the first draft I described him like this.

His robe covered black sweatpants and a yellowed t-shirt.

This sentence contains the facts but I wanted my reader to have an emotional response to him. The sentence re-write begins. What details could I add. Slowly I went back and forth looking for just the right word and adding it to the sentence. Sometimes the word was wrong so I deleted and searched again. Finally I had a sentence that stood on its own. It did it's job of giving a picture of the neighbor of my murder victim. Now my detectives who were interviewing him at his home could react and make their own judgements about his credibility. 



His long blue velour robe, matted and crusty, covered black sweatpants and a yellowed white t-shirt with what looked like egg yolk splattered on the front. 

Wow! I hope my detectives are open minded because that could be a description of me on a bad day. 

Crafting a good sentence means going back through and finding just the right words. The making of a bobble demands the same care and attention.

Go to the next day




Sunday, October 13, 2019

I Dropped A Stitch

31 Days in October





Having several knitting WIP's is like having two unfinished novels. Working on the edits of Rubato made me more aware and excited by the relationship developments between my two detectives in The GymnopĂ©dist. Truly, my knitting stays more interesting when I alternate between the sweater and the capelet. 





Day 13-

I grip the needles in my hand. I'm terrified. I lost a stitch! Quickly I grab my notions bag and look for my crochet hook. Carefully, painstakingly, I pull the hook through each level securing the unraveled stitches. My daughter tells me to chill. Losing a stitch is not that big a deal. But in that moment it feels like it could be the end of my project. Kaput. 

The terror of losing a thread in my story is also real. On some writing days everything sounds shallow, weak, without continuity. On those days I shut the computer and walk away. I'm no good at this.


I remember 

My guiding words for 2019 are 'Live All In'.
I can stand erect and tall because I am yoked to my Savior, Jesus Christ. He will pull what is lost back on the needle. He can take a small gift and magnify it. He doesn't want perfection. He needs me to give Him my heart. 

On this Sabbath Day I go to worship Him because that is what I can do with my whole being.