Not really, since that would imply I sew, which is not a talent I ever got handed down through the generations. No, my thread seems to be unraveling via a little white dog.
The second week we got DH’s new hunting dog, she ate and vomited up three socks. About every ten days or so she gets weepy, whiney and mopey, only to puke up another sock or two. You’d think her survival instinct would kick in.
“Hey, Self. When I eat men’s size ten tube socks and wash them down with an anklet chaser, my tummy hurts. Maybe I should quit eating socks.”
But no, she stubbornly snarfs them down only to pass them on the yard or vomit them back up in kennel at three in the morning.
My patience is thinner than an undarned dress sock. Especially when I realize that I’m just as guilty as she is.
As a writer, I have been known to hang by a thread or two. I’ve been guilty of writing the same darn thing into multiple manuscripts regardless of how well it works.
I might as well be swallowing socks for all the good this does me.
My newest find? I’m a sucker for dimples. In real life I’m drawn to them like our hunting dog is drawn to footwear. I’ll have to purge a manuscript or two of these delightful little things before I send them off to my agent.
What patterns do you find yourself falling into when you write? Even though you know full well that this practice may give you a tummy ache on the rewrites?
Words from the Woods 
Oh no, poor doggie! Is she still a puppy or is she an adult dog? Pica in puppies can start out of boredom and usually subsides on its own. But you definitely want to keep an eye on her. If it progresses to other things and becomes seriously compulsive, you should talk to your vet. It’s always scary when they eat weird stuff like that. The last thing you need is emergency surgery for a bowel obstruction lol.
As far as my own habits/patterns in writing, I’m not sure. I’ll have to be on the lookout for those. One thing I do seem to be fond of is the stubborn, flawed female MC 🙂 I’m trying to get away from that with the MC in my planner erotica series.
I love your stubborn, flawed female MCs. You are probably the most adept at natural characterization that I’ve seen.
My Pica Puppy is almost a year and a half. She grazes on grass like a sheep and eats socks like they are caviar and wine. She better bring home some tastey pheasants…
Oh, dear. Your poor dog! I wonder if you could leave out a sock with a whammy in it – he probably would seek out a new sock. Sigh. How is he getting the socks?
You crack me up how you find new meanings in these events. I wish I could do that. I tend to dwell on internal dialogue for long periods of time. I do it well, but that’s no excuse. LOL I have to go back and find ways to drag stuff into conversations, descriptions, any tricky way I can find to keep my darlings or I have to lose them. And clean up my messy socks. ;D
My “poor dog” snicks socks from all over the house. She digs in the laundry basket, pulls them off the bed, snatches them up in a second when one is dropped while taking laundry out of the wash, etc. Not to mention we have FOUR kids. Lots o’ socks for her dining enjoyment! Trust me, if I could figure out a way to keep them from her, I’d be all over it!
Hmmm. Somebody mentioned pica – that’s sometimes a vitamin deficiency. You might see if there’s a supplement that might help? (Sorry if you mentioned this in your post. It’s been awhile since I read it.)
Great tip. She’s been to the vet, but no vitamins. Just a steady diet of socks!