This year, as well as going to work, writing things, promoting things, travelling back and forth to New Zealand and Germany, watching anything that mentioned the words 'Olympics' or 'Jubilee,' (sporadic) cooking and (persistent) talking too much, I've done a lot of jigsaws. Twelve, in fact. All of them a thousand pieces, aside from the two jigsaws that annoyingly had one piece missing.
Before any of you decide to tell me how much time I must have to indulge in such a retirement-age pursuit, please remember the following: a) that I wrote a book this year (UNBROKEN, which Scholastic U.S.is publishing in February); and b) jigsaws were the only thing that seemed to keep me distracted, i.e. sane, through some difficult times.
So here they are, in more or less chronological order, starting with the one begun last Christmas.
I think that the second one (the antique map of the world) was the hardest, and the Gorey puzzle was the easiest. TMiddy chose the WWII fighter planes one, even though I pointed out the excess of sky. As you can probably guess, about half of these were bought from the London Transport Museum. Two of them - Waterloo Station and the Jubilee jigsaw - I did a second time, when I had nothing new on hand and was beginning to feel jigsaw withdrawal.
Work has already begun on a new puzzle, a fiendishly difficult Renoir painting (note to Impressionist painters: you weren't really thinking ahead to jigsaw renditions of your art when you did all that blurry brushwork), and I have a follow-up ready to start. I may as well begin 2013 as I mean to go on.