I think after the discipline of school and work is over, it is ok to indulge in a little bit of ADHD. And I think I have a little bit of that. Nothing wrong with a short attention span -- in fact, from my experience, a lot of creative people and journalists (they are not always one and the same, though i've seen some sadly crazy creative journalism in the past) thrive from it.
Well, I have to address the problem of keeping with a project. See, I think in marriage, spouses must be faithful. But in cross stitch, we should be able to stray as much as we like.
I'd really like to start, not one, but about 7-8 new projects, and I dont know what is stopping me. Maybe it is the pile of unfinished things going "When are you going to stop neglecting me?"
WIPs are like children. The more you have, the less time you get to devote to each.
But begetting children is sort of the result of having crazy irresponsible and totally fun sex. (and let's face it, sex is always fun)
See, in the past, when I broke from the control of having "only 15 WIPs" --I have a suspicion I have more, but let's not go there, I would start whatever I liked. Without doubt. Without restraint. With rancor, delight and abandonment.
I'm feeling the urge again. I want to cut a bunch of fabric and put in 5 stitches into each piece, with all the starts I want to do. And then laugh wildly as I finish each one. Because it feels so good, so free and so fantastic.
Here's part of the list:
Mirabilia's Sleeping Beauty
HAED's The Bride
A few more from there
some oriental stuff
But it might be payback after that. It's like maxxing out 50K on credit cards and having to even stare at the horror of the interest.
In this case, the payback's name is called... joyce...
Right now, I'm looking for the perfect reason.
An insanity plea.
Begging for mercy.
Or the simple, inarguable one: The Devil Made Me Do It.