This wall hanging was made during a retreat. Since I
Sometimes you're not thrilled with the writing process when it comes to a particular draft. But be persistent...
However, as the weekend progressed, I was pleased with the results. The colors, the "movement" in the piece.
Celebrate the small victories in writing. You crafted a great phrase, a wonderful image, an effective metaphor? Revel in it. And then continue writing...
Sometimes, when you're working on a poem, a story, a novel--you're not sure where it's going to go. Enjoy it when you step off the cliff. If you know the characters, the story will take off on its own direction in a sure-footed manner. If it's a poem--well, ask Fireblossom what it's like to "freefall" while writing poetry.
I was ecstatic when I finally got the thing pieced together. The final step--before it was basted and then hand-quilted--was pressing it. I proudly took my creation to the ironing board and started to press. And press.
Unfortunately, no matter now hard I pressed down with the iron, the center would not be subdued. The middle would not lie down flat. All those diamonds converged in the center and erupted. The center of my wall hanging was like Mt. Vesuvius--and from the looks of it, it was about to spew.
My piecing skills--as usual--had failed me. While other quilters' seams are perfectly uniform and unwavering, there were probably dozens and dozens of tiny mistakes I had made...resulting in a "perfect storm" of thread and cotton fabric.
If your draft is not working, rearrange it. If it's a story, begin at the middle or the end and go back to the beginning. Change genre. There was a memoir I wrote that sucked in prose. But when I put it in the form of a free-verse poem, it sang. Don't be afraid to change things up.
No amount of spray starch worked. I was ready to chuck it (I was that frustrated, after working on it all weekend) or I thought, 'I'll sew a huge button in the middle, to hide the eruption,' when the workshop leader suggested I cut out one of the eyeball-looking things in the border fabric and applique it in the middle.
I did, and it looked like I had intended it as part of the design all along. The "eye" kept the center of my cotton volcano from erupting.
The Amish don't believe in perfection. They don't think humans are capable of anything completely perfect. So, when they make a quilt, they will make a small, deliberate mistake.
When you screw up a piece, call it your Amish essay # ____. When you mess up on the rhythm of a poem you're writing, tell everyone it was an on-purpose mistake.
And then keep on writing...