Ok, here’s how that paragraph went. Ok for technical details?
“Mary Lafayette dreamed. She was in her studio in Roslindale, in the garage that she and Albert had worked for months to convert into a work space for her. Through the skylight that they had constructed, the clear light of April poured down into her haven of creative energy. Her seven-foot weaver’s loom stood threaded with a warp of creamy white wool, ready for the advancement of her new project, but her attention today was on a fresh supply of pottery clay that she had just brought home in a white pail. She was at her wheel, working the treadle with her foot and feeling the smooth, wet, firm but yielding matter take shape between her nimble hands, growing from a formless lump to a tall, tapering cylinder with gentle, pleasing contours. As she worked, deftly pressing the clay to guide its form, she felt it pressing back. A sense of urgency came over her and she speeded up her action with the treadle. She looked over at the loom and saw that the shuttle was moving by itself in time to her rhythm, passing back and forth across the warp without benefit of heddle or shed. All at once the taut vertical threads stretched and snapped, collapsing in a heap at the foot of the loom.”
Now, @gailcalled, you may be right, but this is NaNoWriMo. I am writing in don’t-look-back mode toward my 50,000-word goal, allowing myself to fuss over details while I am right there with them because that is how I work, but not going back and fixing anything at all. This story is overwritten to an extreme that would make Bulwer-Lytton blush, complete with what is almost a “dark and stormy night” opening line. But I am taking Chris Baty’s advice to heart and giving my inner editor the month off. And that goes for outer editors too, dear.
“Creamy white” is important to this all-too-obvious dream scene.