And you know what?
It didn't really work out all that well. I found myself behind. I found myself at odds with my own creativity. And yet I persevered, not taking knitting with me everywhere I went, rarely making it out to knitting events, letting my pile of UFOs sit in the basket(who am I kidding? baskets) like woolly motherless children.
I kept on doing it. You know what they say about the definition of insanity, right? Repeating the same thing over and over and expecting different results? Not only that, but people actually praised me for not knitting! My GP, when she saw me in the waiting room before an appointment, said, "Well, at least today you are reading and not knitting." (wtf?) A person in authority at my job used my story of how the iPad was freeing me to write anywhere I wanted to to say proudly, "And now she's knitting less and writing more!" in a meeting. (that wasn't what I meant at all...)
Then, someone asked me, "But don't you feel like knitting is a creativity-sparking exercise?" And I thought back to all those things I tell my knitting students about the meditative quality of knitting. Sometimes, I tell them, sometimes, when I have a problem, I just sit down and knit. And you know what? The solution to my problem just appears.
So a couple of weeks ago, I got sick and I couldn't go to work for a little bit. I dragged myself out to the RFH with a couple of socks, just to see if I could be around people. And I was working away on this simple sock when suddenly the whole plot of my novel appeared before me. I mean, I had it all outlined and stuff, but suddenly I saw the whole thing unfolding like a film. I made a couple of notes about key scenes and went back to knitting, and that evening I wrote 2,000 words.
So, yeah. Not putting the knitting aside any more.
Pictures, if you're interested, beneath the cut tag.
( A couple of socks )