Oct 5

Yarn

I cannot knit.

Well, at least not any more.

I used to be able to knit a little bit, but really my husband, even now, is much, much better than me.

But I love to watch people knit. Their fingers bobbing and weaving, their fingers fluttering back and forth, the tapping and clacking of the long needles together as slowly

slowly

slowly

row

after

row

after

row

descends beneath the needles.

The yarn is fuzzy looking and soft, the stitches even and tight…yet not too tight, the different colors flecked and woven into each other forming a scarf, mittens, a hat, a blanket…helping you keep warm against the cold.

So it’s no wonder they call writing stories “spinning a yarn.” And it’s really a magical phrase actually.

Creating one thing out of something else entirely.

A ball of yarn becomes a row which becomes a row which becomes a blanket.

Chosen words become crafted sentences which become paragraphs which become chapters which become a story.

line

after

line

after

line

words weave in and out of each other, the different elements of voice, character, theme, and setting flecking the story with color and life…helping you keep warm against the cold of life.

3 Responses to “Yarn”

  • Beautiful post! I can’t knit either. Maybe that’s why we’re writers? :-)

  • Renee Stelle says:

    I’ll now think of you as I knit twice a week at the coffee house with my friends (we’ve been doing it for over 2 years now!). I’ll think of you writing your wonderful stories. And WHAT?! John can knit a little bit?! I’ve got to see that!

  • B says:

    I just started taking knitting lessons. So far so good.

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