It’s mid winter in the southern hemisphere. I’ve finished a novel and sent it to be edited. And as I emerge from the virtual world of my creation and embrace the ‘real’ world, I experience a see-saw of emotions and yearnings.
I yearn for spring. For warmer and lighter days. For tender blossoms and the scent of jasmine. I long for the enchanting world of my finished novel, and I’m hungry and impatient to be immersed in the next. Relief, grief, loss and joy circle my mind and body so rapidly it’s exhausting.