I’ve been working on this quilt for too long. I’m really tired of it, but I can’t stop now as I spent a gank of money on the fabric and don’t want to just put it up on the shelf. Besides I know I’ll like it when it’s done. I hope.
When I was in grad school and slogging through the writing of my novel, it feel like sometimes I was being tortured, one paragraph at a time. There’s days when even though you are sure you’re writing The Great American Novel, it’s all just too much. I wanted short stories! Poems! Essays! Anything that had a page count of less than twenty pages.
And now? I want to make a baby quilt! A lap quilt! Anything with a block count of less than twenty blocks.