I’ve published a lot of small cookbooks in the past year, on a variety of topics. They’ve been popular, too. So have the books about camping, whether it was food or other facets of camping. The Time of Chaos was well received too.
Fiction, I have to admit, is my first love. Even so, with my practical side, I really love non-fiction books too. Most of my own books are actually non-fiction. I’ve learned a lot from well written non-fiction books, and I’ve also encountered the sort that was written in “engrish” that wasn’t even worth the time it took to open the cover, digital or print.
Those really awful ones are kept in my mind as the example of “don’t-do-that”. The file, I must admit, is getting thicker with time, as new editions of awful are filed away there.
But despite enjoying putting together the non-fiction books, it seems to be time to take some time and explore my own abilities and creativity. I hadn’t tried to do a lot of creative stuff since my accident, which was nearly 5 years ago now. It was partly out of fear, as I learned that my new restrictions had eliminated one of my previous pleasures from my future. Some things, I’ve learned to work around, others I have been forced to gracefully accept as no longer possible.
I’ll never know the joy of swimming again, but I can still play in the shallows. I can hang onto something floaty and kick through the water, with my life vest on. Sure, it’s not the same, but I will live.
Today, I tried something that I have been afraid to try, even as my sewing machine sat there, just waiting.
I tried sewing.
I can do it too. Sure, it’s a lot slower and cutting out fabric is sheer agony. Thankfully, I have a husband who is both willing and able to help me with things like that. Maybe I’ll see about electric shears to make it easier. I am making a simple elastic waist skirt for my granddaughter. Once upon a time, it would have taken me about an hour to have cut it out and assembled it, with another fifteen to thirty minutes to hem it, press it, and have it finished.
Okay, I confess, I have to stop and take breaks. A lot. Sometimes its because I forgot some detail, like how to tell my machine I’m going to baste rather than stitch a proper seam, and I have to go read the digital copy of the manual (I have no idea where the original manual is now) to figure it out. Sometimes it’s because I just need to stop and relax a bit. Physical tension happens to trigger a lot of negative stuff for me, and apparently, I was getting tense today.
But I used to really love creating things with the sewing machine. I often made my own patterns too. This project, on the complicated scale, wasn’t going to push my limits in that regard. It was going to be a simple project to see where I was going to have problems and give me an idea how to fix those problems so that I could do it again.
I’m ecstatic–I have faced a boogie man and conquered it. I was afraid that it would be like trying to swim, only to discover that I absolutely couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to admit defeat on this one, and I had delayed it so very long. Of course, it helps that in this case, I’m not going to drown if I have to stop for a bit and come back to it later!
So, now I have a few budding projects in mind. Two things that I’ve done a LOT of over the years–a specific (and rather simple) doll and customized dog coats. I’m thinking that I may write a couple of how-to books for those kinds of things.
Hey, they are low calorie!
Yeah, that’s the other issue. The recent muffin book was tough on us–that was a LOT of muffins to try, even over 6 months. It’s also summer on the Gulf Coast, and cooking is not my idea of a good time. I also have another complication.
The day that The Big Book of A-Z Muffins was first available was the day our cook top died.
I’m now cooking on a camp stove until that issue is resolved. Since a cook top is expensive, and I’m not even sure I want to have another one, it’s not getting an immediate replacement. I actually would like to do away with the electric cook top and put in a regular gas stove with an oven, and get rid of the hated wall oven, aka “Easy Bake Oven”. It’s undersized, not level, and I despise it.
I can also remember my Granddad’s saying when you figured something out and were finally able to do something right, “Now, you’re cooking with gas!”
I do prefer a gas stove.
So, without a “real” stove, writing cookbooks isn’t a very practical idea. Of course, I could write a LOT of books about cooking with one burner. Two years of our experiment of living in a travel trailer and years of using a camp stove when camping had pretty much perfected the art.
But I’m in the mood for something a bit more creative without worrying that my blood sugar is going to skyrocket.
So, I’m concentrating on the fiction for a bit. I’m playing with sewing again. Summer isn’t eternal, even in the South, so my aging dogs may appreciate some new finery for fall, right?
And I have a beautiful granddaughter who can wear it, as well as is old enough to start enjoying dressing her dolls. My niece is expecting twins. I have a nephew who has a beautiful baby girl too. I used to love making 9 patch quilts in the throw/baby sizes, and they were another fast & easy project.
There has been a whole new world opened up. That’s pretty cool, when you have had too many doors that slammed shut for you in the past few years.
So stay tuned. Who knows what will be coming next!