Yesterday, the UPS man drove up the street. I had the TV blaring in at least two rooms (Beverly Hills 90210 on the DVR...ABC killed all my favorite soaps) but I knew he was on his way up the hill because all three dogs started barking and ran to the door anticipating dog treats from Kyle, our UPS guy.
Anyway, this is what he left me.
I had no idea.
The book is due out in May but I got an advance copy already. I was in such shock that I set it aside and made dinner. Then I took a bath. After a little while, I broke down in tears.
I can't say what exactly my feelings are. Maybe disbelief, relief, joy, dread? I have no idea. I've been on a wild ride. Three books since 2008. And the past few weeks I have been sitting up here working on a fourth. It's due in October and I don't even know how I will do it. Wait: I take that back: I will do it. I can crank out stuff like it's no body's business.
I can crank out stuff like it is no body's business because, see? See that title up there in the picture? It is backwards. A mirror image. Sure, I could go in Photoshop and flip it but I won't. The backwards title just doesn't matter that much to me. There are bigger fish to fry, in my mind. Kind of like knitting: You want to stress out about an urgent need for a special cast on? Ask the lady who wrote that 700-plus page knitting techniques book, instead. She'll have plenty of answers for you. But, if you ask me, I'm likely going to say: "Heh, whatever works for you."
And if you ask me how long I cook my pot roast, I will say: "Until it is done."
I had my hair done today (see how nice and straight it is?), the assistant told me, after I told her about a panic attack I had on a ride at Disneyland that landed me in the Disneyland Hospital for five hours, that she counts things: "Speaking of that ride? Did you know that there are exactly six right turns and only one left one on that particular ride? And that there are 22 stairs leading to my alma mater's library but only 21 if you go out the back exit!?"
Then I said: "The only things I count in my house are the stairs, but only when I go downstairs . . . in the dark. Otherwise, I never count."
But now, I'm stiting here thinking. There are a few other things I do count:
- How many minutes there are until I absolutely have to turn the lights out and go to sleep
- How many years it has been since I last heard my mother's voice
- The number of yards I used to knit a project that will be published
- The number of seconds between lightning and thunder so I know how far away or close a storm is
- How old Chuck is
Other than that, I don't count too much.
BTW: We are launching a KAL for Custom Knits 2 in the Ravelry Knit and Tonic Knitters Group. It will go through May and as a kick-off, I am giving away a signed copy of the book (If you are interested, leave a quick comment here by Monday morning). Along the way, there will be yarn prizes, and in May, when the KAL ends, for those who have posted a finished item from the book, I will do a giveaway of three copies of this latest book, Custom Knits Accessories.
If you're not a Ravelry user, never worry. I'll have giveaways on the blog, too.
(And if you're wondering, this newest book, by far, is my favorite. It just is.)