I think I am beginning to vibrate. Pure, unadulterated anticipation.

I have been absent from this site for a few days. Not like me, although I do take breaks. But this “break” was different.

“Why?”, you ask. “Please tell me, why.”

Gladly.

My weaving teacher/guru/friend, unbeknownst to me, sent my tartan blogs (https://muellermusings.com/category/weaving/ ) to the editor of a magazine called  Shuttle, Spindle, & Dyepot. It is the magazine of the Handweavers Guild of America. On June 14, I received an email from Sally Orgren, the editor, who wanted to discuss what she had seen in those blogs. We connected by phone that day and spoke for over an hour.

The upshot of that conversation was me writing at 1500 (actually 1548) word article on how I came to design and weave the Edward Bransfield Commemorative tartan. It is to be published in their August issue!

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

Me at the studio with the Edward Bransfield Commemorative tartan on the loom.

Since the article was a distillation of what I had already written, I had a first draft done in about an hour. I sent it off for Sally’s editorial skills to suggest a rewrite. She will get back to me.

ANTICIPATION!

While I awaited the editorial surgery, I receive an email from my friend and collaborator, Jim Wilson. Seems that Jim’s local paper wants to do an article about the tartan and how it came to be. (I am sensing Jim’s tiny little footprints are somewhere near the newspapers headquarters!)

Sure enough, I get an email from a reporter for the  East Cork Journal asking for photos and additional information. The edition with the story is suppose to come out tomorrow.

Yes, I am vibrating with anticipation!

What is so amazing to me is the confluence of events that had to take place for all of this to happen. I am stunned.

While I have always been a decent writer of legal briefs, it wasn’t until I lost my brother that I began to feel the need to write about “real” things. That diminished over time as I used my work to fill the void in my life.

It was Antarctica that brought the desire to write back to me. I no longer “needed” to write. I WANTED to write. It is that journey that introduced me to Jim Wilson and a fabulous storyteller by the name of Ingrid Nixon. It is that journey that brought me to weaving and writing not only what I saw but what I felt.

To think that my writing will be published at all leaves me weak. To think someone will write about me is, well, scary.

I can’t wait to see both articles.

Yes, I am vibrating with anticipation!