Hexagons and blatant silliness (oh, and Noro)

Behold, I have hexagons on the brain. In other words, I finished my first Basalt tank hexagon and got tired of taking sensible photos of it that actually showed it properly. Seemed like a good idea at the time (this may have been due to the fact that I was actually running a fever and was generally not totally with it), and maybe it was; you can actually see the colour a lot better in this shot than in the others I took. Also, you can see some of my books. I can make out Atwood's The Blind Assassin and The Mammoth Book of Zombies just to the side of my right eye. Awesome.

Well, anyway, whatever it was that was trying to eat my immune system continued on its rampage today, so I pulled a sickie and did not vend pizza. This meant there was time for knitting and writing, the fine and all-consuming pursuits that they are.

First thing is first: THE FIRST DRAFT IS FINISHED! I'm not normally one for the good old caps lock button, but do think that in certain circumstances, using it can be justified - and finishing the first draft of one's story/novel/drivelly thing I've been writing definitely falls into the justified category. Yep. Finished. All 105,353 words of it (yes, I need to cut stuff, I'm aware of that). Written in a little over two months, which I think is a damn good effort.

I know I blather on about this, whereas if we're being realistic, I'm sure that the story isn't actually all that good, and chances are that it will never actually see the light of day in any kind of book form. But the thing is, I am really, really bad at finishing the things that I start. Just look at my Ravelry notebook for proof of this (although the scary thing is that I'm actually pretty good as far as knitting is concerned). I've spent the last few years starting stories, thinking about them, but never getting more than a few thousand words down on paper (well, in Microsoft Word anyway).

But at the start of this year I got tired of being this way about everything, so I decided I would write a properly structured, novel length story. I figured I would do a little bit every day until it was done (the fact that it's only taken two months is testament to my erratically addictive personality). And you know what? I did. And this means so much to me, beyond what anyone else might think of what it was I wrote. I am still appalling bad at finishing things. But I have now finished this, and that is a truly awesome thing.

What's more, I loved doing it. I think I've already said here that writing as kept me going in this period of job suckfulness and drudgery. That's still true. But I've loved the writing itself, and loved it totally independent of what it might do in the future. I may try and clean it up and send it off to some poor unsuspecting agent. I might not. But whatever happens, I am so glad I wrote it, simply for the pleasure of writing. I loved the way that the story fluctuated, the way that the characters would turn on me and staunchly refuse to do the things I had in mind for them because they had other ideas, the way that ideas would suddenly swoop down on my unsuspecting brain while I was walking to the train station. I even grew to appreciate the ebb and flow of the writing process; sometimes I wanted to write until my brain shrivelled up, and other times it was "no, not happening today, so there". It's all good to me. And I suspect that this is good thing.

Anyway, enough about that. And back to hexagons :D (one track mind, me?). Finished the first one, am just getting started on the second, and so far it's tremendous fun. I don't know if I'll still be so pleased about them when I'm on hexagon no. 7, but here's hoping.

Here is wee baby hexagon no. 1. He pleases me no end. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I even enjoyed sewing the seam. Yes, you heard. Though I suspect that might be due to the yarn; I've never sewed a seam in cotton before, and it's so much better because you can actually tell what the hell you're doing because the yarn is less hairy.

And, because I'm feeling camera happy today, here is a photo of the Noro Kureyon that I definitely didn't buy on Wednesday:

And see that red mark on the wrist of yours truly? That, boys and girls, is why we need to be very careful around the pizza oven door when it is broken. Two weeks ago I would not have taken this photo for fear of grossing everyone out, but all the blisters have healed now, so I figured it was all good. I mean, honestly, what is the point in hurting yourself if you can't show it to everyone? (yes, I am one of those strange people who show off bruises - I'm so fishbelly white that mine always look worse than they are too)

Back to uni tomorrow. We now return you to law school drudgery... Note to self; bring hexagons in case of emergency (or very boring Corporations Law lecture)...