Reading through author websites, I’m intrigued by how often gardening and jewelry making come up as alternate hobbies to writing. (Perhaps I should amend that and say “romance author websites.” I haven’t noticed this trend among men’s adventure novelists.) Here are some of the ways gardens, beads and writing are similar:
- They consume inordinate amounts of time.
- They get quickly out of control, and when they do it’s uuugli.
- The first time around is often crap (literally, in the case of gardens).
- In the creation process, they offer seemingly endless choices, but each choice made narrows the options until there can be only one outcome.
- At the end (hopefully) you have a thing of beauty.
I think writing, gardening and beading all reflect the joy (and possibly the massive ego trip) of taking loose disparate parts and forming a whole, a synergistic gestalt reflective of ourselves. From chaos comes creation. What else could compare?