And the days keep rushing by. It's hello December. I still have to take down the Halloween wreath but the Christmas tree is already up. All the decorating was done by my son and Jakey. The tree comes with lights and Jakey decided it needed a star on top and Jack Skellington hanging from a branch.. I laugh every time I see it.
Meanwhile, the live tree in a pot I bought last year is looking pretty sad. It got pushed in with some plants and didn't get enough water until recently. There are lots of brown needles with only a fluff of fresh new ones on top. I will see what I can do to salvage it. It made me think of writing a children's story about a sad little Christmas tree that gets a second chance.
I planted some pansies in a pot near it and I hope it cheers up the little pine.
I have been spending my yarn time making hearts for the project in KNOT DEAD, AGAIN. Because Casey is expecting inexperienced yarn crafters and she wants them to be able to finish the project during the weekend retreat, I came up with something I thought would be easy and quick. It's basically a garland with hearts. The book takes place in January and the next holiday is Valentine's Day. It seemed simple enough until I started making the hearts from different patterns, in different yarn and in different sizes. So many choices. Last night I finally decided on the size and the yarn. Now I'm going to see what happens when I starch them.
Then there's the thing that holds them together and hangs them across a fireplace or wall. I don't know what it's called. I am planning to use a long string of chain stitches. Is it the string? The strand? I tried looking online to see what other people call it, but so far haven't found it named.
Meanwhile, I'm still working on the rewrite. I was given extra time and am glad not to feel so pressured. The paperback edition of SENTENCED TO DEATH was released a few days ago. It takes place in Chicago and Veronica is putting together copy for a house and garden tour. I used mostly interiors that I was familiar with and was able to refresh my memory thanks to sites like Zillow. It gave me an eerie feeling to see one of the houses in particular where I had spent a lot of time when I was a kid. As I looked at the photos of the interior, I had memories of moments spent in that spot and even the scent of the place. Is there still some vibe left behind?
It makes me want to write a time travel story.