by Kris Fletcher
This has been a very VERY cold winter in central New York (as of this writing, it looks like we're going to go the entire month of February without once making it above freezing), so I did the only sensible thing: I sold the house & bought a condo in Vegas.
Kidding! I dug out some soft yarn, found a pattern for an infinity scarf, and cast it on.
I don't get to knit enough these days. My preferred knitting time is while watching TV, and since I don't do that anymore, knitting has been in short supply for quite a while. But this pattern was very simple - a knit 3, purl 3 repeat that alternated every few rows. It also called for three different colors of yarn, which are used and then dropped at regular points in the pattern.
Aha, I thought. I could do this while supervising Tsarina's homework. Piece of cake.
Uh - no.
I have made every possible kind of mistake in this thing, and I am only ten rows in. The yarn is very soft but also very fuzzy. And splitty. I end every row with either too many stitches or too few. That k3 p3 pattern has never yet worked out. If the designer saw what I am doing to her beautiful vision, she would rip the circular needles from the scarf and use them to strangle me. And she would be totally justified.
Today, as I ripped back yet another ten-stitch mistake (forgot to change colors at the right place), I thought that knitting this poor scarf is a lot like the way I write a book. I have made every plot mistake possible. My poor editor has had to point out, in her gently insightful manner, that there's lots of conflict in my story but none of it is between my hero and heroine. Or that the story would be stronger without a Big Secret. Or that no, it wouldn't be a good idea to include a subplot that alludes to a certain former mayor of a major Canadian city. (Ahem.)
Even after I make the changes she recommends, I know there are still major mistakes and plot holes big enough to swallow all the Doritos consumed during football season. But at that point, I can deal. Why? Because by the time we get to that stage of the writing, the characters have come to life for me. I know what they would say and how they would sound when they say it. I know how they move and what makes them cry and why they can't say the words I love you even though they feel it in every fiber of their being. They are real, living and breathing inside me, and because they are I can forget everything I first thought should happen and focus on what these people would do in these situations. The conflicts and secrets and subplots aren't coming from me anymore. They're coming from the characters.
At least, I hope that's what happens :-).
So now that I've revealed my knitting and plotting challenges, it's your turn. Are there any areas where you rely on fuzzy yarn (or the equivalent) to carry you through your mistakes? In cooking? Cleaning? Skydiving?