Very good word choice, btw.
Ah, where do I begin? Maybe when I was four or five so, sitting at my grandmother's feet, playing with scraps of fabric and needle and thread. I don't remember learning to thread a needle...as far as my memory's concerned, I've always been able to thread a needle and do running stitch. Fascination with all things fiber and thread go back to those days. Grandma did beautiful crochet, which I learned at 9, and I mostly taught myself to knit at the same time. I really wanted to spin and weave, too, and with time learned to do those, and elaborate braiding, and fine embroidery, and a little sprang and nalbinding too, although I never got expert at the last two. Currently I have several looms, a bunch of hand spindles, two functioning spinning wheels and one that needs repair, and everything I need to make cloth from raw material to finished product. But of all these, knitting is my favorite.
I love folk tales, fairy stories or what have you, and have ever since I was a kid...As a writer and a social science junkie they seem to me to resonate something real, buried in our psyches, that all the realistic here and now fiction that ignores that side of us misses. A lot of my favorite writers have worked with folk story motifs, like William Faulkner and T.S. Elliot, and to me it seems to add so much. I have quite a collection of stuff...from the Grimm's Fairy Tales, the unabridged Bullfinch's Mythology, to various collections that handle it like ethnographers do with numbered motifs and such. Books on celtic folk tales (Bless you Yeats and Lady Gregory), Scandinavian folk tales, some from India, China, Africa, Native American, and about 5 or 6 collections of Japanese folk tales. I weave them often into my fanfics, and I am working on a story now part time based on the Selkie legends from the Scottish islands. I just love them.
As you maybe might guess, I think of myself as two major things: An historian and a poet. Poetry's been a part of me a long time. I starting writing poetry a bit when I was about 8, when I learned about haiku from My Weekly Reader and read about a girl who had had a collection of poetry published. But it wasn't until I was 13 or so when I really discovered that I have a drive to write it. At that age, I wrote the following poem one day for a kid who didn't believe I could write poems:
The moon shone brightly, and the sea,
foam-capped, played along the sand,
and the stars lit one by one
across the dark and silent land....
I've written hundreds and hundreds of poems since then. Usually I consider them ephemeral things to write, then give away. I don't have most of the poetry I wrote before 1990 due to a fire I had. But I had my first poem published in 1973, a silly comic piece. I guess my Snarkmoster muse has been with me most of my life.
I tell people words speak to me. I hear the music of how the stress and pause, alliteration and assonance, word shape and meaning, all interweave into something that pleases. Even that snippet at 13 shows I already had the ear for it. It makes me weird, to hear the music of words, but I like it.
Come the spring, early spring, when the ground is just starting to warm and the days are getting lighter, I get the overwhelming urge to go dig in the dirt. It was easier when I lived on the gulf coast; there's very little winter there, and I could start scratching this itch in January, but here, I have to wait for late march, early april to really get things in the ground. This year, I am being very indulgent. But I have to hurry and get things growing, cause once it gets hot, I lose most of that desire . I am not much of a midsummer's gardener....LOL.
I am a music-oriented person. My tastes are broad and eclectic. On my personal play list, I have pieces composed by Vivaldi, and pieces by Coldplay, and a lot in between. One thing I have discovered is that I'm not a genre snob, really: if it sounds good to me I listen to it, but I do tend towards alternative, hard music with a lot of favorites in minor keys, sad, and more listening than dance pieces. I grew up in the 60s and 70s, so I have a lot of favorites from then, but that's only the tip of the iceberg. Hubby and I listen to music with headphones. What I listen to would drive him crazy, and I can only handle so much doowop and blue grass...LOL>