The snow is beginning to melt. Patches of dark earth are a stark contrast to the swathes of pearly snow. Soon, I can check the garden for signs of snowdrops and hellebore blossoms peeping through snow and ice. I suspect things will be later this year due to the intense cold we have had over the last month. The ice on top of the snow has made it impossible to look for signs of spring or to get to the bird feeders without risking life and limb.
And, once again, time has passed too quickly. It was Edgar Allen Poe who quoted, “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” Life is certainly dream-like on many days as we move automatically through our household responsibilities, our workday, and our relationships. I know many others who feel this way, as we have other thoughts, books, paintings, music, and songs running beneath our skin like the melting snow.
The Elen book keeps getting in the way of Will Dye Another Day. It’s not exactly writer’s block; it’s more a block from another book that is being a bully and taking over my brain. There have been times when I thought about putting this cozy mystery on the shelf and giving in to Elen, but I would like to finish the mystery and then be wholeheartedly drowned in Elen.
And so days pass with words, sentences, and paragraphs having a battle until they are a mish-mash, and I don’t know what to write. Will Dye is coming, albeit more slowly than I would like. And, dream-like, the book writes itself, and I write. Here’s to more days of doing battle with words and having the words be like the snow-melt – cold and rushing into the book.
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