Okay, this title might be a little tongue-in-cheek. My weekends are tame if you compare them to skydiving, hang gliding, or even going to the movies. Because I work at the computer so much of the week and am constantly digging into my creative well to come up with characters, conflict and great sex, I find that by Saturday I’m ready to recuperate with my knitting. Yes, that centuries-old task of taking two needles and just about any kind of fiber and creating something with them.
I didn’t always knit. I used to do a plethora of crafts from paper molding to Styrofoam beaded Christmas ornaments. One year I sewed velour-ish bathrobes for the men in my family. I’ve never seen any of them wear them. Or hanging in their closets. Need I say more?
Much to my relief (and that of my relatives) I found my craft/hobby nirvana with knitting when, in 2001, I needed something to do at night while my tykes slept and my husband was deployed. Within a year I’d donated most of my craft supplies and within a few more I gave away my rubber stamp collection (over 1500 stamps—how many greeting cards can a gal use, really?).
Knitting and I got each other through countless rejections before my first sale in 2006, a dry period between books #2 and #3, and a horrible time when I couldn’t sell any idea. As I knitted socks in my in-laws beach camper one summer I got a call from my editor suggesting I come up with a military romance series (something I tried to sell years earlier, but I digress). That was the start of the Whidbey Island Series, of which Navy Justice is book #5. My second series, Silver Valley PD, launches in November and came about as I sat in my local yarn shop and listened to different stories from each knitter. I knew I wanted to write about where our former Navy family settled after 27 years of moves. I love Pennsylvania, and I love romantic suspense, so within a short time and perhaps two sweaters, I had a new series.
Each day after I’ve met my word count I relish sitting down with my new project and binge-watching, um, I mean viewing a new favorite series. Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, House of Cards, Outlander, Modern Family, Blackish, The Office, Glee…I can tell you exact projects for many of these and even break it down by episode.
Is my knitting great? Nope. But it helps work out the plot kinks, and the body aches that sitting or standing for so long, as I’m lost in my story world, bring about. Do I knit for others? Mostly not. Most folks don’t appreciate the long hours and quality of fiber I put into a project, and I don’t enjoy the ‘pressure’ of having to make something for someone else—it takes away the joy of creating.
I often hear the clink of glasses or cutlery as my neighbors enjoy a party on their deck or patio during warmer months. Our garden is quiet, except for the click of my needles. Since I write romantic suspense and relish putting a villain on the page, it’s probably a very good thing that I do my research in such a contemplative manner. Although knitting needles can be dangerous…and what could be more romantic than a hunky hero taking yarn and needles out of the heroine’s hands as he embraces her in the moonlight?
If you’re a knitter, too, you can find me on Ravelry as GeriK (Ravelry is like Facebook for fiber freaks like me!).
What is it that you do to keep you going, and to keep you writing mind on track? Join Geri in a discussion in the comments!
A quiet, civilian life on Whidbey Island sounded great to Navy lawyer Joy Alexander. But when Navy SEAL-turned-FBI agent Brad Iverson shows up on her doorstep bruised and bleeding, she realizes it’s not so easy to leave the past behind. Even harder to forget are the feelings she once had for Brad.
Brad’s on an undercover operation, one that’s targeting potential terrorists…and unintentionally bringing danger to Joy. They’ll have to work together again, except this time it’s not only justice they’re after–it’s survival. If they make it that far, they won’t waste a second chance at love.