I thought about doing a blog for years. I love to write so it makes sense that I’d want to blog. But it took me a while to figure out what I had to say.
I thought my next book would have come out in 2014. But 2013 I was caring for my elderly parents and then lost them both in early 2014. I tried to get back into writing that fall by doing a NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) project. I started writing a book that wasn’t a part of the Keeper series. But I got hung up in the story when I couldn’t figure out how to get my main character of trouble. I never seemed to have that problem with Meg, Jake or Sam. So, I just put it away and thought my writing career was over.
In 2015, my daughter had a little girl and I felt sad that she wouldn’t get one of Mom’s sweaters. Mom was this amazingly creative person. She won first place ribbons at the county fair in New Jersey where I grew up for quilts, sweaters, needlework pictures, anything she entered she won. Although I’m an author and Mom loved my books, I never thought I could measure up to her standards in these areas. So while I always wanted to make a quilt, I never tried it.
I found that I started spending time in craft stores looking at fabric and yarns. I got a few subscriptions to magazines Mom had and began to image all the beautiful things I could make. Having spent several years in 4-H as a kid, I had learned how to knit and sew. I picked up some yarn that I thought would make a cute sweater for Olivia. I had to do watch a few Youtube videos to refresh my memory, but I did it. It was just the start! I’ve made three quilts for my other grandchildren.
All this creativity in other forms has sparked writing creativity. I found that I want a life that is creative regardless of the art form. The feel of the Peruvian wool in my knitting project, textures of material in the quilts, and the words on a white screen all enrich my life. I’m enjoying this new rich creative life.
My blog is being built around my creative journey. I always encouraged people to pursue their dreams. I’m finally pursing a big one of my own.
My first quilt and my beautiful granddaughter, Eve.