Just another way to avoid doing the things I should be doing all the while contributing to a feeling of self importance that I lack when avoiding the things I should be doing.
It’s me again. (Listen to me saying hello to myself…who else is reading this?!) Signed up for another blog. Imported my old tired neglected blogs. This is how I procrastinate. If you don’t see me for some time it either means I am actually doing the things I am supposed to be doing or I have found yet another procrastination tool.
So what was it I was supposed to be doing? Oh yeah. I write. I am a writer. I am also a quilter. I am not old. But I will quilt when I am old. For me a quilt is an expression of who I am just as writing is. A novel of fabric and thread. The pieces of fabric are the ideas and the stitches of thread are the words that hold it all together. My quilts, like my stories, are things that define me. My first finished quilt hangs on the wall as my first published story sits on a shelf. They haunt me. They are a constant reminder of what I can accomplish when I allow myself to move forward. Like my stories, my quilts are mostly unfinished. Words and fabric in various stages of construction. Like me, unfinished, unrefined, just loosely woven pieces. Incomplete. Nothing and no one of consequence.
Much to her parents’ dismay, Susan Warren Utley grew up telling everyone who would listen that she was adopted or switched at birth, neither of which was true. When asked why she made up such a story, Susan says, “Maybe I just wanted a life less ordinary.” Or maybe it was just a sign that she would grow up to become a storyteller. Sometime around the age of eight, she started writing. It began with a short essay about her true encounters with two houseflies by the names of Charlie and Freckles and continued with stories about an invisible blind cat who ran into furniture and a giant talking turtle who stalked her in the basement; all characters in her life less ordinary. Now that she’s all grown up, her roles as daughter, sister, wife and mother have taught her that the unexpected twists and turns of real life are at the heart of every good story. Still, the child within embraces the origins of her writing and she never underestimates the power of a talking turtle.
-Susan Warren Utley