Plenty of good scraps are as important in making a book as in the making of a quilt.
I often think of my books as scrapbooks of my life, because I put in them all the neat things that I see and read and hear. I sometimes wonder what people who don’t write do with all their good stuff.
Betsy Byars – The Moon and I
Growing up we made our own clothes. There was nothing like choosing the fabric, pinning the pattern and cutting out the pieces. Best of all were the scraps. We had a big cardboard box, the scrap box, filled with the leftovers, the cut-away parts. From the scraps we made doll clothes, dog costumes or quilts. Gingham prints or velvet, cottons or silk. Nothing was wasted.
As a writer I take the pieces of my life and use those scraps to create my stories. In God’s economy nothing is wasted. The hard times and good times, funny events and heartbreak, victories and defeats all can be used to make something beautiful. This is true in the stories that I create as a writer and in my own personal story of life. It’s all about how we use the scraps.
What’s in your scrap box?
I’m making something out of my scraps today, how about you?
Writing Sisters
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him.
Romans 8:28
I am trying! Often my students get the scraps as in an attempt to relate old literature to their lives. Who knew I could be so grateful I embarrased myself so often as a teen?
With God’s guidance, something beautiful comes from my scraps, every day! Love this piece!!!
Beautiful
thank you
God Bless
susie
What a beautiful analogy. I can relate to seeing all the scraps of my life turned into something beautiful and exceptional. Thank you for sharing.
That is a wonderful way to view the writing process
‘Morning, Sisters! This is so true–that in God’s economy nothing is wasted. I’m so glad I understand that value system now. I’m making plenty of poems–and new friends–with my scrap box! God bless you today!
Just found your blog via a friend and I love it already. And yes…I try to do a little something with my scraps every day.
I love this blog. I hadn’t thought of writing and putting together the scraps. Thank you.
What’s in my scrap box today are tears and desperation for a wandering one. Praying that the story is not over and that the ending eclipses with joy the big space that sorrow has carved.
So sorry. Praying for your wandering one.
Lovely analogy and thoroughly insightful post. It makes me think of Carole King’s song, “Tapestry.”
My grandmother used to make quilts from scraps she had left over from sewing projects for her grandchildren. After she passed away, it was such a comfort to look at her quilts and see “pieces” of her love for each one of us. Looking at the different patterns sewn together brought back great memories…an Easter dress here, a pair of soft jammies there, all sewn together in a quilt to keep us warm. She was not a writer, but there is more than one way to put together the “scrap box” of life and share with the people we love.
Thank you! I’ve loved looking at the writing process like this! I often tell my husband that even if nobody ever reads my blog, someday my children (and hopefully, someday my grandchildren!) will be able to piece together something of their mother’s life and faith in Christ.
As always, enjoy your blog!
What great thoughts about quilts and memories. I also love the idea of our writing being a way to preserve our thoughts about life and faith for our children. Thanks,
I love that question – what’s in your scrapbox?
Thanks
This is such a wonderful blog!
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Hello,
Thanks for popping by my blog.
I like the idea of writing with scraps. I am grateful that despite what I am, our Amazing God can find something in me to use for His glory.
I am making ‘a difference’ out of my scraps.
Blessings,
ann
Many thanks for your “like” on my blog. I look forward to your posts. All good wishes to you both!
The beautiful, varied scraps often are the truly best parts! Enjoyed this!
I love this! My book, Three Days at Sea, is precisely that…scraps of my life woven into a quilt.
Blessings,
Delana