Sometimes on snowy days when I don't feel like writing or the words won't come or I am stalled by the seemingly endless waiting that is part of My Life in Publishing, I do this.
I made blankets first, and then gowns, for Riley Hospital for Children for the simple reason that so far none of my Magnificent Seven grandchildren have been admitted there. It's a bigger blessing than I can get my mind around, but anyone who's ever loved a child knows that--I'm preaching to the choir. The breast cancer pillows are in memory of my mom, the turbans in memory of my sister-in-law, the pillowcases and tote bags because...well, because they're needed.
Sewing well isn't a requirement for making these things. Just some time. Some fabric. Some snowy days. I am reminded, looking at the 10 pillowcases, eight gowns, and the blanket I've sewn this week, that there is more to life than writing. More to me than writing. When it's not going well, or even if it stops altogether, I will still be here. Still the luckiest person I know. Like my Pollyanna idol I mentioned in last week's post, I will still always be glad.
I hope you are, too. And, hey, if you're not?--do something for someone who needs it. It doesn't make you special--it just makes you and somebody else feel good.