One of my favorite parts of this job of mine as a writer is research. You can read more about the etymology of the expression here.įor a writer, the term as we have come to know and use it today is a metaphor for what we do: woolgathering is daydreaming, plucking bits and pieces from the nooks and crannies of our everyday lives (along with our imaginations) and weaving it all into a story. Presumably, you’d gather until you had enough to spin into yarn and knit into sweaters and socks and such. The term has been around since the 16 th century, when it meant literally gathering wool-plucking up tufts of fiber that had snagged in bushes and on fences and the like by a passing sheep. Isn’t that a wonderful word? Recently I learned a bit more about its origin.
Today, however, I want to talk about woolgathering. Many changes aboard the good ship Frederick this past while-I’ve been busy! We moved (twice), acquired grandchildren (twice), retired (one of us, not me), wrote a new book (one of us, me), knit up a storm (see: grandchildren), and now we’re happily settling into our newest adventure (which you’ll hear more about in a future post).
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