Horatio thinks the grey and green are too similar, and he has a point; the contrast isn't as strong as it is in J's cap. But I like it anyway. It's subtle. I know I don't always go in for subtlety, but in this cap it works.
I've cast on for the Owl Hat for C and J's daughter, but by no means am I done with the Catawampus Cap. It occurred to me yesterday that it would be a great pattern for the Connor Caps! Must...knit...zigzags...
NaNoWriMo is having an effect on my blog posts. I didn't realize it till after I'd posted on Wednesday, but...I'm padding my blog posts. Stuffing in extra words where I don't need them. Sort of like this, how I'm explaining what "padding" is even though I'm sure you all already know. Steph commented that it's like being back in school, and she's right - I remember how my palms used to get all sweaty when I realized that my paper on the turning point of the Civil War had to be ten pages and I only had seven, and I'd start padding furiously.
Between that and my knack for just barely meeting deadlines, you can tell I was an awesome student. My professors must have just loved to see me coming...racing down the hall with an unzipped backpack over my shoulder, freshly-printed paper in one hand, cafeteria-paper-cup of coffee in the other...good times, good times! (I never understood the point of assigning ten-page papers, anyway. I'd written a perfectly good and well-thought-out paper in seven pages! That three pages of padding didn't help anyone, and killed a tree in the process. Feh.)
Okay, see? Padding. I'm doing it in my effort to reach 50,000 words for NaNoWriMo (it's too bad these don't count). I find myself writing things like this:
"He did?" she asked, surprised. She'd had no idea.
Well, duh. She wouldn't have asked if she'd had an idea. But in December, when word count no longer matters, I can go back and haul out all that padding and tighten up my sentences and make my characters Not Idiots, which is good, because I like them. And they're not idiots. They're just helping me out right now by letting me record every single word they ever say, ever, every thought in their head, every time they scratch their nose. And when I'm done, the story will be out there, on my computer screen, where I can look at it, and cringe at the awkward phrasing and insane plot twists that I didn't intend, they just happened while I was typing Lots Of Words, and then I can fix it. And then I'll have a completed novel, that I wrote my own self.
This is going to be great.
2 comments:
Inspiring stuff indeed.
Will your novel be available to the Big Wide World at a later date?
I certainly hope so! First I have to see if Michael Nesmith minds if I call it "Papa Gene's Blues."
Oh, and also I have to finish writing it. :)
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