Thankfully I am so deep into writing my novel that all I want to do is stay inside and write anyway. On the home stretch. I can feel it. I love the rush of the ending, seeing it so close, racing toward it. One of my favorite parts of writing novels is when it finally comes together, the pieces falling into place.
And a weekend of cooking (pasta Amatracini, braised short ribs, pineapple chicken stir fry; toad in a hole, waffles, corn muffins), writing, and knitting is my favorite kind of weekend.
Look what I finished:
Now on to finishing Annabelle's blanket! And, that novel.