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I am Dani Smith, sometimes known around the web as Eglentyne. I am a writer in Texas. I like my beer and my chocolate bitter and my pens pointy.

This blog is one of my hobbies. I also knit, sew, run, parent, cook, eat, read, and procrastinate. I have too many hobbies and don’t sleep enough. Around here I talk about whatever is on my mind, mostly reading and writing, but if you hang out long enough, some knitting is bound to show up.

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    Entries from October 1, 2008 - October 31, 2008

    Friday
    Oct312008

    The Goblin Retrospective

     

    2004

    Lion and tiger.  But where’s the bear?

     

    2005

    Peter and…

    Willy Wonka

     

    2006

    A stack of cards.  But where are their paintbrushes?
    2007
    A ninja and two Harrys
    2008 
    A magician (with hat trick), Santa, The (hopping) White Rabbit, and one Crazy Mama
    The End.  The Tail End.  
    Watch out for that light sabre, Rabbit!

     

    Wednesday
    Oct292008

    Looooooonger

     

    From three days ago (it’s been busy, it’s a couple of inches longer now, but does not look substantially different from this)…
    Side View:

    Front (or back) View:

    No, it is no longer able to stand up on its own.  But it did still stand at eleven inches.  I know there is a lewd comment to be made in there, but I can’t seem to put it into words.  You’ll have to fill it in for yourselves.  

     

    Friday
    Oct242008

    Throwing the Bones


     

    Friday
    Oct242008

    Fancypants

    Still standing.  Some small Newton has absconded with the ruler, and the blue tape measure refuses to stand up, but I assure you that this sock is measuring up at 10 inches.  I guess that I’ll need six more inches before doing the heel and foot.  
    In other news….
    NaNoWriMo begins in a week.  I am proud to say that I’ve finished a NaNo all three years that I’ve participated in it.  
    2005 Something Knitty, about a knitter who’s yarn starts talking to her
    2006 I can’t remember the title, about a normal-seeming couple who come to a very bad end
    2007 Amy vs. The Mud Vampires (my personal favorite), about a social studies teacher who realizes she is a witch when mud-vampires start knocking on her door
    I’ve taken several approaches to writing each year.  The first year was totally seat of my pants.  I had no outline and no early plan.  Each day I just made it up.  This was hard, and energy-consuming, and led to a NaNo novel that, while it holds some really lovely, weird, and hilarious scenes, is sort of a meandery mish-mash of funny and poignant that is less than coherent.  No, you can’t read that one.  
    The second year, I used the ever-loving sticky note.  I put 20 of them on the inside of a cupboard door.  The cupboard was near my computer, and I could open it to see my sticky note “outline” or close it when I wasn’t writing.  Each sticky started as a chapter idea.  In this chapter I will…. “kill the protagonist,”  “talk about the speeding ticket,”  “detail the marriage proposal,”  etc.  I started sometime in October to put details onto each sticky note as they occurred to me.  A new idea was scribbled on what seemed to be the appropriate sticky note as it occurred to me, with no thought for order at first.  If a new chapter idea popped into my head, I added it to a blank sticky, until all 20 were filled.  Then I rearranged them into what seemed to be a reasonable order.  When nano began, I’d take down a sticky note, whichever one moved me, and try to write about whatever was on that note and only that note until I hit 2000 words.  Then I’d stop and take up another note.  The writing on this one went a lot easier in some ways, which I ascribe to the plan (and the familiar subject matter).  The novel was still terrible, mainly due to the familiarity of the subject matter.  That novel was all about exorcising demons though, getting those somewhat “too real” characters out of my head to make way for the fictional characters that I really wanted to write about.  No, no one can read that one either.  Ever.  
    Last year, I scribbled in my journal during October.  I wrote down dreams.  I wrote down song titles that I liked.  I would free-write about whatever character or setting or whatever popped into my head.  And from one of those scribbled dreams emerged the mud vampires.  A bit of research and sculpting turned them into golems.  Which led me to witches.  Which inspired the creation of Amy.  A favorite archetypal character of mine who has popped up in short scribblings as a knitting sex-shop owner, a witch, a down-on-her-luck business executive, a high school teacher, and a few combinations of each.  Yes, you could argue that each of those is a different character, sure.  But somehow, in my mind, each of them was Amy.  I did not have a sticky note outline for the mud vampires.  Or a more conventional outline.  I did do some work ahead of time to flesh out characters in a different way than I’d done before, trying to make them fuller and more complex.   Writing this NaNo was super fun.  (I just cracked my gum to go along with that, and you can imagine me bobbing a pony tail if you’d like, since I know that sounded like a weirdly ditzy thing to say).  The words just poured out of me.  I don’t know where they came from, but each day that I wrote, they were there.  Lots of them.  Gushing out of me faster than I could type (and I type pretty fast).  That one will be shared, eventually.  For sure.  
    This year, with a week left to go until NaNo 2008, I have no idea what I’m going to write about.  My journal is really rather empty of anything useful.  Though the Soap Stealers keep popping up.  Dreams have been uninspiring lately.  I did take a look back through the Mud Vampire NaNo the other day, though, and I’m sorely tempted to do a sequel.  Amy and her weird family could totally be serialized.  
    Maybe.  
    In an effort to jump-start the inspirational process, I have started using my favorite idea-maker.  Some people roll dice, or use tarot cards, some people might go use the Plot Machine over at ScriptFrenzy.  I use music.  This idea-maker would work with a favorite radio station, Rhapsody on shuffle, an iPod with an extensive play-list, or, as I tend to use, a big CD player.  I put the music on random, and write down the first ten songs that get played.  If I know the songs well, I don’t even listen to them all the way through, I just write down the titles and skip to the next track.  This is a great tool for developing a character.  Each song might illustrate a nuance or experience or mood of that character.  But when I’m stuck for big ideas, like I am now, I try to make the songs fit together into a pattern or narrative or mood, or something.  
    Here’s one list I came up with yesterday. 
    “Fire Coming Out of the Monkey’s Head” by Gorillaz (this one might inspire a novel all by itself)
    “Allison” by Elvis Costello
    “Wishin’ for You” by The Flatlanders
    “Searchin’” by Lynyrd Skynyrd
    “Hey There, Fancypants” by Ween
    “Long Long While” by The Rolling Stones
    “Samba Pa Ti” by Santana
    “Oh L’Amour (Live in Nashville)” by Erasure
    “Baby Can Dance” by the Hoodoo Gurus
    “Beautiful” by Smashing Pumpkins
    I don’t know what to do with these.  There is some irony to the juxtaposition of artists here.  I’m not sure I would ever every put Erasure and Lynyrd Skynyrd in the same list, but I guess there is some sort of Southern connection in there since the Erasure is live in (of all places) Nashville, Tennessee.  I’ll work on it, but I’m thinking “Hey there, fancypants” might be by new working title.  

     

    Thursday
    Oct232008

    Standing hose and What I do and What I don't do

     

    “Let us enrich ourselves with our mutual difference.”  Paul Valery, poet and philosopher (1871-1945)
    So I started making a pair of Kilt Hose for my uncle last Friday.  Kilt Hose are BIG socks.  Knee-high Man Socks.  These are knit on US Size 2 knitting needles, with sock-weight yarn and start at a staggering 108 stitches per round.  Breathe deep with me, because there is hope, as they diminish with the lovely curve of the human calf to a more manageable 76 stitches for the ankle and the rest of the (man) foot.  
    Here is what they looked like sometime earlier this week, with the cuff folded up.  Maybe about five inches total.  
    Here is what they look like this morning.  With the two inch cuff folded, they now come in at just a shade more than seven inches, and they still stand up on their own.  Pretty impressive since they’re not knit in a tight gauge.  In fact they are squishy-soft and completely yummy to hold in my hands.  Any bets on how much longer they’ll stand on their own?  Nine inches?  Twelve?!

    In other news of the crafting type, I am still elbow deep in Halloween costumes.  I came across this Suburban Kamikaze post the other day.  I love this—both the idea and the loving and irreverent sarcasm—and if a knight had been requested in this house, there’s an entirely good chance that we would have sought an acceptable substitute for chain mail.  Like window screen maybe.  
    Before you go grumbling in your tea about Suburban Overachievers, I think a defense is in order.  
    It takes time to do these insane things that I do.  Time that gets deducted from other things, like sleep and eating.  I don’t like giving up sleeping and eating, so the time that I take to make ridiculously large socks or insanely complicated Halloween costumes for small children that will be worn once and then relegated to the dress-up bin has to come from something else.  
    I have three kids.  Partner and I do all of the things that three kids need parents to do.  Including a lot of laundry.  When I’m not writing, I do sew, I do knit, I do walk an awful lot, I do volunteer a little bit at the school, I do bake all of our bread, I do cook weird things sometimes.  I like to color in coloring books with my kids and to build things with K’nex.  
    Whether I’m writing or not, I do not watch more than two or three hours of television a week.  I do not wear make-up, paint my nails, shave my legs, or color my hair.  For that matter, I do not blow-dry, curl or style my hair beyond combing it—sometimes with my fingers.  I do not ascribe to the consume-as-much-as-possible model of democracy and patriotism.  I do not believe in the “Bush Doctrine” (unless we’re talking about sex).  I also do not iron, my house is generally messy, and I spend an absolute minimum time shopping for anything.  
    How much time out of the week do/would these things take me?  
    These choices obviously do not suit everyone, and that’s great.  How boring would a world full of me be?  (Oh hush, you know it would be maddening.  After a while anyway.)  Every parent has limited time.  Every parent has to seek a kind of harried balance in one way or another.  Trade-offs will be made for the things you find important and happy-making and useful.  This is my balance point.  It teeters this way or that sometimes.  But so far it hasn’t fallen over completely.  
    I won’t kick myself with guilt over the things I do and don’t choose, as long as you don’t kick yourself with guilt over the things you do and don’t choose.  And we can get together over kamikazes.  Or tea.  Whatever you choose.