Hello peeps!
The monsoon is definitely here; the rain is pouring down and the thunder and lightning makes our whole house shake. It is dark like a Swedish winter afternoon and the air is raw with humidity, making me light candles, put on sweaters and search for socks brought from Sweden. And here I am, huddling in my office, editing and editing and editing some more… 🙂
It is a good feeling, to see my memoir manuscript coming nearer to completion with every passage that I finish… Sometimes I feel like I am climbing a mountain of editing, and every now and then I need to take a break to ponder what I just wrote. Every new passage and sentence that I write need to blend seamlessly into the text, like it has always been there, which sometimes is a bit tricky. I read the whole chapter, mull it over, go down to the kitchen to get a snack, come up to my office again and bam! Suddenly I know the right words for that particular sentence.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving in the U.S. but an ordinary Thursday in Sweden and Indonesia. I feel grateful that I get to spend this time with my manuscript, long before the publishing date but long after I wrote the first draft. It’s like hanging out with an old friend and continue the conversation where we left off.
I hope you are all having a great week, wherever you are! I’m grateful for all of you, your support and encouragement!
See you on the other side of my mountain of editing!
♥Lene
PS. I took the picture during the monsoon in Bali.
(My goodness! This last thunder made me jump out of my chair! )
I sense a lot of positive energy in your text, it almost sparkles about it. It is as if even you are lightning. I want to meet you at the top of the mountain.
He, he, I wasn’t struck by lightning this time though 🙂 And last time it was thankfully just the roof, not me… But boy, that was some loud noise yesterday! Thanks for your pep talk, much appreciated! Hugs.
Well, Rain, storms & the great fatal thunders`ve been one of my favorites. And, I believe, Monsoon stirs the taste of its coldness with an every drop of rain to make it as purified as the noise of heart. I like how beautifully you put down the immortal feelings of your delicate heart unto the paper. Me too damn love allowing the tip of my pen to let it walk and dance upon the barren pages of life; sitting nearby the window; breathing the frosty sensations of winds; living every second of the day throughout the night and spending the whole monsoon with a great pile of my own unwritten books which always look desperate to get written with an ink of rain (love) brought by the seasonal changes`. In fine, monsoon stimulates the heart to let the thoughts go slipped through the head to get down unto the words. Enjoyed the post! I`d be looking forward to reading your blogs!
This is just beautiful Cris, thank you for your kind and inspiring words!
I am glad you too find inspiration this time of year, rain has a melancholy quality I think, which always draws one closer to the words and the stories one want to capture.
Thank you again for sharing your thoughts which I read like poetry!