Just for Me

There are some things that I do just because I love doing them. There’s not nec­es­sar­ily any greater value to them or any­thing — they’re just for me.

“Cer­tainly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idle­ness — the cul­ti­va­tion of which is now fear­fully neglected.” — George Macdonald
  • I stitch — noth­ing use­ful, purely dec­o­ra­tive counted-​​thread needle­work. I don’t have any­thing against use­ful sewing, but I’ve never learned to do more than sew on but­tons. I keep mean­ing to learn. Really. I will someday.
    • Because I’ve had a hard time find­ing them, I’ve col­lected a list of all the really unusual designs I’ve found — espe­cially pagan patterns.
  • I love music. I’ve never been much of a spec­ta­tor about any­thing, so I pre­fer actu­ally par­tic­i­pat­ing in mak­ing music to just lis­ten­ing to it. Elise Witt, who talks about reclaim­ing music as some­thing peo­ple make instead of some­thing that’s bought and sold, is one of my heros.
  • I read a lot — books, mag­a­zines, news­pa­pers, web sites, what­ever. My mother looked at the book­shelves in my house once and said “Have you really read all of these books?” (The answer was, of course, yes!)
  • I’ve loved sci­ence fic­tion and fan­tasy as long as I can remem­ber — books, movies, TV, even music and art.
  • And I write. I’ve been paid for writ­ing in the past, but I do it for plea­sure now — most of my cur­rent work is on this web site.

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