Writing through the labyrinth

The story has gone all sideways again.

I spent a couple of days going down a dogleg that flowed nicely, but doesn’t actually *go* anywhere. Well, I say a couple of days – the writing part of it was only one day, but then it took a couple more days of *not writing* to figure out why I was *not writing.*

Essentially, I had to take the time to:
A) figure out that I had made a mistake, and
B) figure out where the mistake (hopefully) is.

Tonight, after posting this, I’ll try again. To switch metaphors mid-stream, I’ll be tearing out a few rows of my knitting, and then hopefully getting a little further before it all goes wrong again. Not tinking, though – thank goodness! I’d honestly rather start a knitting project over from scratch than tink more than a few stitches.

Monster blanket

My kind of knitting project…

Hopefully, I won’t have to go back further than I think… but we’ll see. I’m sort of feeling my way along – finding my way through the labyrinth in the dark, while *building* said labyrinth.

On another note, the Crossfit WOD was brutal today: 12 minute AMRAP of 5 thrusters and 10 burpees.

It doesn’t sound all that bad, does it? Except that burpees are one of my banes… two rounds in and I was flopping on my belly and then walking my hands back to my feet to get into a squat and stand up – not a terribly efficient (or speedy) way of doing things.

I really need to work on my burpees…

Anyway, here’s a bit of the stuff I’m tearing out tonight:

Scintilla

She took them to her tiny cabin, explaining that it wasn’t the original. “I finally figured out how to chink the spaces with mud so that it didn’t fall out,” she explained, sending Daum inside to see that there was no light shining through the walls.

“But the door isn’t sealed,” he said, opening the portal in question and crawling out.

Jade nodded. “You see why I was so afraid of facing the winter. I thought maybe I could sew some skins together and hang them over the doorway, but I haven’t been able to figure out how to turn a skin into leather yet. I keep experimenting, but even the pieces that don’t rot through wind up smelling so bad I have to throw them away.”

Daum peered back into the low, dark room. “What were you going to do for food? I was told most of the wildlife would either migrate or hibernate through the winter.”

“That’s the other reason I’m so happy you’re here. Have you ever tried to make jerky?” She launched into a description of the process she had used, reassembling her drying racks to demonstrate how she would lay the meat over her fire, and how difficult it was to fend off all the wildlife looking for a free meal.

“You should have just killed them too – more food for you!”

aaand, how about some links?

Urban bees :)

The world’s largest four-legged robot is a dragon. Very cool, but at the same time – well, of course – what else would it be?

I kind of want to visit Furth im Wald now. :)

Signing off

And now it’s time for me to eat, and do my backtracking. Anyone else have a project that isn’t going quite (or at all) how you want it to?

3 Responses to Writing through the labyrinth

  • Laura says:

    I’m knitting an afghan that is very complicated. I’m about halfway done, but I am incredibly unmotivated to work on it. I hope you find your way out of the quagmire!

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