Yesterday after work I ran out and hand-painted the 140/2 silk warp. Or tried to. I made two critical errors: first, I had planned the painting in the wrong direction (beginning from the front of the warp rather than the back), and second, I decided to plow on with the dyeing even though I knew I’d gotten the planning wrong.
The end result was tangles and broken threads in the 140/2 silk warp. Plus I came up a half-yard short. I’m chalking it up to experience and winding a new warp today.
The other thing I realized is that I’m far more affected by grief than I thought. I didn’t know this extended family member particularly well (only met her a few times), but the shock has really reverberated through the entire family. And, of course, sudden death striking someone you know is shocking regardless.
Between that and work stress, my patience, judgment, and emotional stability really aren’t at my normal levels right now. I need to recharge, before matters get any worse. So I’ve canceled all my social engagements (including a guild meeting I really, really wanted to go to – sigh) and plan to spend the weekend recharging. I may work on Phoenix Rising. And I may not.
I do need to work on the book, though. I’m down to only about a week’s worth of prewritten posts, which is making me nervous (especially since I fly out for the memorial service on Thursday). I’ve been working on the next chapter for two days now, and while it’s starting to take shape, it’s progressing considerably slower than I had anticipated. The good news is that I have the outline/summary done, and I think I’ve put a finger on what was bothering me about the style and tone. I still need to rework the content, but I have a better understanding of what I need to write, so I can finally start writing the actual posts. (Book writing is hard!)
Off to write in my journal. Maybe I can work some of this stuff out.