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The Weaver

A parable for writers, ghost writers and all creatives

Fiona Cameron Lister
6 min readJan 17, 2019
Rustic weaving and jewel-colored yarn Photo: Fiona Cameron Lister

Once upon a time, there was a girl who longed to weave cloth for a living. She had this inner feeling that creating textiles was what the world required her to do. She learned how to spin and to warp a loom. She practised for hours and hours, refining her craft until her arms ached and her fingers blistered and bled.

She enjoyed adding tufts of unspun yarn in tangerine and turquoise or magenta and violet, or mixing shimmering gold thread and crystals together with rough cream wool.

Over the years, she tried all kinds of weaving styles. One week she created sheer and shimmering gossamer-like fabric, which required patience and dexterity. This material was in pale colors with intricate, subtle patterning. Being a colorful and exuberant person by nature this was hard for her. But she knew that there was a big market for this elegant silk. She needed to master weaving this kind of thing if she was to make a living. So she persevered. The delicate work of shaping cloth for gowns and veils did not come easily, but the experience taught her about patience and tenacity. She knew she had to become an expert in all styles and that only came with practice.

Truth be told, her favorite style was artistic, natural and rustic. She enjoyed adding tufts of unspun yarn in tangerine and turquoise or magenta and violet, or mixing shimmering gold thread and crystals together with rough cream wool. The colors made her heart sing, the texture sent shivers down her spine. There was no market for it, of course, so she saved this free weaving for her precious free time.

As her experience grew, people started to come to her asking if she could weave their cloth. Some were too busy to do it themselves, others didn’t have the ability or the inclination. But to succeed in the kingdom they lived in, you needed to show that you could create your own fabric. She needed to earn a living, so she warped her loom and made cloth in different styles, then handed it over to…

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Fiona Cameron Lister
Fiona Cameron Lister

Written by Fiona Cameron Lister

Experienced British ghost writer/copywriter in Italy | MWC semi-finalist| Loves language, history, humour, unusual subjects| Contact: fcameronlister@gmail.com

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