november twilight
(the book)
November 11 at 11:11
To the lover of hope and dreams…
… who believes that the light that suddenly appears in the dark is not an oncoming train.
The book is about Alice who used to be brilliant, but has lost her footing – and herself. Feeling burned out and broken she … … … well its better that you read it yourself.
The book starts like this:
… it was a bold move …
Like jumping out of a plane, not knowing if I was wearing a backpack or a parachute. At the time, I didn’t care an inch. No – less than an inch. What is the name again? The one used to describe the finest thread of wool. Is it My? No – My is short for Mycel – the name of a mushroom. Or, more precisely, the fine, white structure, like a net or a web beneath the surface of the forest floor. What we call a mushroom – no matter how tasty or dangerous to eat – is, in fact, the fruit … Wait – now I remember! Thread is defined using micrometers – the symbol with the funny u and the letter m (µm).
Stop!
My mind is going crazy again. All this knowledge collected since birth. For what? Am I even able to complete a consistent string of thought anymore? I used to rely on my brain and the power of all the knowledge I have stored there. Combined with my secret weapon, aka my ability to connect various knowledge in new ways, it used to be my pride and joy. My seat at the table with grownups as I used to joke about.
At present, I find my brain almost useless. As I am standing aimlessly outside my front door, feeling the wind cooling down my skin and playing with my hair, I can smell the saltiness from the ocean, and for a second, I wonder if it will work as a styling product for my hair. Perhaps like the expensive stuff I used to buy…
Wait a minute… What am I doing outside? Did I plan to go for a walk? Do I need a better jacket? Something to keep me warm? No. I don’t care. I don’t want to go for a walk. I don’t want to stay inside. I don’t…
My thoughts are foggy like the weather most days when you live literarily on the edge of the coast, as I happen to do now. I’m not sure I even remember what I was thinking about less than a minute ago. Why do I have the feeling that my attention span has been reduced to mere seconds? Like a goldfish swimming around and around in a glass bowl:
- La la la… Oh, look! A sunken ship!
- La la la… Oh, look; is that a sunken ship?
Oh G… Is it possible that my concentration span number has sunk below the goldfish standard – meaning less than nine seconds?! I need to do something to reverse this negative trend. Practice. Meditate. Do mindful yoga. I must…
A small sigh escapes through my tightly pressed lips as I squint my eyes to focus my vision. At least my eyesight is still up to par. I can see the barren nature of the coastline going on for miles with an almost invisibly thin trail running alongside it. The ocean is somewhat calm. The wind and the water are making waves, but they are not too intimidating.
I think... Not that I know too much about wave sizes.
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If you like to read, want to start reading or used to love a good book and want to pick up reading again - November Twilight is written for you. I also hope that it will be a #bookClubFavorite as it is suitable for entertaining discussions :) In addition to write an entertaining story with engaging characters I have done my best to plant seedlings that might inspire you to keep standing on your own two feet. You vill find several trick that I have collected over the years, and that I use myself when life happens. This counting trick is easy and I find it extremely effective whenever I find it hard to fall asleep – have a raging pulse – or need to keep still when my mind tells me to run.
I am so excited whenever I think about new people that imagine what Alice, Rose, Brian, Noah, Tobias, Lennard, Leonora, Vera - and the houses and the village looks like. I have asked my readers for feedback and they label it a #pageturner and says that reading it is like #eatingComfortFood. That makes me so happy :)