My desk is full of exam papers, books, articles and more, and I’m trying to write an article about empowering young people at school. My sewing machine is packed down, my magazines are tucked away, my sewing room is clean and tidy, and I have no work in progress. What happens?
I write a bit. I read a bit. I need a pause. A magazine is opened, and then another one, and suddenly I have a work in progress. Three more weeks before I have to finish my exam article. Plenty of time.
Maybe I should write about the empowerment of an addicted quilter instead?