That Curious Love of Green – The NEW book… |
The way I feel is making it hard to write, the fact that I can't feel my fingers with cold doesn't help. How to describe it? It's as if I've been in a coma and just woke with an almighty bang. It's funny because with outside stressors winding up in November I was all set to float through the rest of the year, I had conjured a coping stratagem around radical presence/mindfulness, and just focusing on finishing the novel. Instead the new book has exploded. I literally can't stop writing it (I was frantically looking for paper and pen while making breakfast this morning, afraid I wouldn't get the latest thought down fast enough) Of course it was here all along just waiting for the right time, and for me to notice, and now it's determined to have it's way with me, through me. And let me tell you, I'm going to let it. This is the right book at the right time, NOW. I feel 100% certain and fearless about it and the reasons I think are a combination of things like that coping