Slow-Cooked Sentences

Diverted

Rachael Conlin Levy
Courtesy of obo-bobolina.

A niggle of worry has rooted itself in my brain and sprouted out of my ears. Tendrils of doubt wrap themselves around shoulders, snake down arms and twist around fingers, my oh-so-very important writing fingers.

I’m half-way to my goal of 50,000 words — and my fingers, which couldn’t keep pace with the words that were tripping over each other in their eagerness to appear on the page, are slowing, stiffening. Click. Pause. Delete. Click. Click…. Click. … Cli… ck. The fingers complain about these worrisome vines, the shade they’re now working under, how it’s making them turn cold and stiff. I flex them, rub them, cup them and breathe warm air on them.

I know just what I need.

Gloves!

Fingerless gloves to wrap around these hardworking fingers that are chipping away at my half-written, poorly planned novel. And because I think knitting is nice, I hop onto Raverly and find many, many pairs of gloves. Too many. I’m overwhelmed and decide to search for hats instead, because really, it isn’t the fingers but the old noggin’ that’s sprouted this doubt. I need a new hat to replace my old chili pepper one, a new hat as orange as the leaves, the pumpkins, the flames in our fireplace, something that will burn away the vines of doubt and worry and hesitation that have wrapped around this half-baked novel of mine.

Courtesy of striatic.

I wander deeper and deeper into the Internet, drooling over balls of wool and silk and start tossing them into a shopping basket. I am minutes away from buying more than $70 worth of yarn before I remember that I own mittens, blue fingerless mittens. I sigh, close one, two, three windows. I shut down email, turn off the Internet and pull the old gloves on. My hands are warm and I kiss the tips of my fingers and return to my story.

Cli… ck …Click. Pause. Delete. Click. Click…. Click …

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One response to “Diverted”

  1. Heather G says:

    Keep going Honey!! This reminds me of the time you saved me from such a yarn purchase……
    Besos, H.

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