It still isn’t at all stormy here in terms of weather. In fact I am almost dazzled by the sunshine as I write this. However the storm of activity rages about me, and despite the slight abatement caused by the end of NaNoWriMo, there is still a week to go before the end of my knitting whirlwind for the craft fair and several weeks until we are free of the pantomime tempest for another year.
I hope those of a nervous disposition haven’t been too upset by the above image of a faceless doll and an armless elf. Ideally I suppose I should have completed one before starting on the next, but that would be too simple. I also have the pieces of a penguin in my knitting bag waiting to be assembled, but I don’t want to cause any further trauma by showing these. Instead here’s a picture of what happens when I decide to bring props home to paint. Unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough with the camera to capture the cat after he accidentally swished his tail against something I had just painted white.
I think the past few weeks have illustrated the perils of multi-tasking, and nowhere is this more evident than with my novel, now sitting at just over 50,000 words. I know it will need substantial editing, but to be honest I don’t know when I will be able to bring myself to look at it again. Possibly the only grim dystopian novel ever written into which the writer couldn’t resist injecting frivolity and light-hearted humour. I have a feeling dystopian humour won’t catch on as a sub-genre somehow.