No, of course I’m not zipping through the revisions. It’s torture, plain and simple. Two-thirds of the manuscript must be picked over, rewritten, resorted, organized, blah, blah, blah…I’m so tired of my own whining.
When I get a break, I buy zippers at Walmart.
Yes, I buy zippers. In pretty colors. All different colors.
This is because I bought a pattern on Etsy last November. I had big plans to sew up Christmas gifts. Each gift required two zippers of the same color, to match whatever fabrics I chose for said gift and its lining.
I made one of them. Which was a HUGE accomplishment, because the darn thing was not easy to make. I ripped out a lot of stitches. A LOT OF STITCHES. I felt like an idiot. In fact, I felt just the way I did when I was flunking 8th grade Home Ec and Mrs. Dykstra made me rip out the armhole facings of my green and gold Hawaiian beach-dress-in-progress.
She made me rip it out three times. I loved that dress, though. But I didn’t love Mrs. Dykstra.
She thought I had deliberately placed the gold moon (rising over the dark emerald ocean) in the center of my right breast. Why she thought I had the skill and foresight to do that is still a mystery. Seriously, Mrs. D? You thought I figured that out ahead of time???
So I am working all hours, day and night, to finish this stupid book, this stupid book which I hate with a passion. But sometimes I look at my zippers and know that I will be sewing again soon. These are my little zippy carrots-on-a-stick, so to speak.
I love them. I think they look happy on my desk.
is there any more pie? 
LOL! There must be something strange about Home Ec teachers. My Home Ec teacher hated me. I mean really hated me. I can’t remember her name, but I’ll never forget her face. You see, I had no talent for sewing, cooking, ironing, etc. None! My mom, GrizEileen, was a tomboy. She had no interest in teaching her daughters those kind of things.
I vividly remember an instance in Home Ec class when someone had “stolen” a spool of thread. Our teacher was certain that I was the culprit. You would have thought it was gold coins that were missing. She went on a fifteen minute rant accusing me of taking the thread. Poor lady. She was so wrong. I felt awful even though I hadn’t taken the thread. I wonder how the rest of her life turned out? As for me, I still can’t sew.
You are so talented Kristine. You can write a book and sew the most beautiful quilts I have ever seen! You will soon be back with the rest of us, playing and singing tunes and sewing whenever you feel like it!
Thanks, Connie. Your words meant a lot. Wish we had been in the same home ec class–I would have had your back! Thread Thief and Moon Boob–who knew we’d turn out to be musicians???