For several years I was heavily involved in the making of hand-pieced quilts. For those of you unfamiliar with the process, it is the gathering of small scraps of material, sewing them together and creating something pleasing when finally painstakingly assembled. It always challenged me to consider how to place the pieces together in just the right way. I’d take those miscellaneous scraps and, before sewing them together, practice moving them about on a large table, wondering how best to combine them. Eventually, the small scraps came together, creating something beautiful and new, something that was uniquely me.
That is pretty much how I view my writing. Each day I try to write small snippets of character studies, motivations, actions taken by my fantasy friends, and then I move them about on the large table that functions as my imagination. Getting the ‘pieces’ to fit together is a lovely, engrossing project.
On my best days, I am amazed at how well my pieces have come together, and feel real affection for the whole of the story they tell when placed together just so.
Quilting and writing. In a sense, they are both ‘of the same cloth.’