I wrote this short story in 2010...oops...nope. It was 2003.
Over this time my knitting haven has floated from shore to shore. Both on the isle itself and also on BC ferry. Unless you are very shy, the ferry is a perfect haven. Long uninterrupted periods of clicking with inspiration as close as the nearest window.
We have moved three times during these four short years...and I have changed professions. Through it all, I have been delighted with the quality of knitting havens. For the first two years, I clicked away as customers came and went from my craft supply store. When my store closed, my haven moved to a beautiful garden setting where squirrels, hummingbirds, and deer inspected my stitches. Recently, we staked our claim as islanders with the purchase of our home.
My new home is littered with tell-tale signs: yarn, needles, knitting, knitting baskets, and paper and pen. As this is late fall, my knitting haven is located in the living room. With three cats blissfully sleeping and a wood stove glowing in the corner, I knit. You are invited to grab some needles, lovely yarn and join me by the fire.
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Wanderlust
This short story was inspired by two verses from a Tom Paxton song.
"Abby listening" ldyck
Sharing my author journey...
What's the significance of this article to my writing life right now? Read on...
Ever since I stopped calling myself a knitwear designer (2011), I've been trying to write a book that would showcase my writing about knitting (both fiction and non-fiction) and in so doing serve as a thank you to the knitters who supported my career. Know what? I think I'm currently writing that book. Once finished, I hope I can find the right publisher. If you're interested in this idea, show me by making this one of my most popular posts. : )
