It's winter. My fingers are cold when I am tapping my keyboard. It is so good that I can have a break for a couple of weeks and do nothing (except work only two days a week), or do something that I like. For instance, I had time yesterday. I was sitting in my little living room, the sun seeping through the blinds, chair propped with pillows, a cup of coffee nearby and then I finished reading Anne Enwright's novel the Green Road that I started a while back. I read, and then cried a little bit towards the end. She knows what she is writing about. Life is just a series of moments, and some of the moments are more significant than others. Here is some colour to break the winter hues.
It's been a long time since I posted here. It doesn't mean I haven't been creative. I have, but in other places. I am now adding this picture here. At the same time it is fuzzy and not fuzzy. A bit like my mind at the moment. Too many things on my mind. I know where I am going and how to get there but the details are not clear. Not yet.
I just wanted to post a thank you to someone who passed away yesterday. We communicated only on a few occasions but his effect on me was profound, long lasting and life changing. Not many people have such an effect on others. His words were felt the same way by myriads of others. He will be missed. Have a great journey, Writer. Maybe you have reached your destination already. In that case, enjoy the eternity and the new adventures. You will be a curious soul, I am sure. And thank you for your contributions whilst on the planet. You always saw the extraordinary in the ordinary.
I have to stop now. His main advice to me was ``condense, compress and make it tight``. He was a superb writer and a really nice person.