Tuesday, April 3, 2012
I've got rather a lot of work on at the moment, which is keeping me beak down and tail feathers up, so to speak.
It's a rather nice job with lots of words about wool and woolly events that, unfortunately, makes me want to stop working and start playing with the actual stuff.
Writing's a bit like knitting: one word or stitch at a time will result in something whole.
I figure if a couple of doves can sit in the tree outside my desk window for what seems hours on end, I can sit on my chair and keep tapping away.
Or maybe I'm trying to pull the wool over my eyes with that one.
Small Things Simple Pleasures
April 3, 2012 at 2:51 PM
Delightful analogies...and lovely company.
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