seshat's blog post - From nostalgia to the future

I've been doing some organising in our study. Is it wrong to be impressed by your own creative creations? Most of my old poems are crap, as can be expected from a puberty stricken 'emo' girl. But I found a few older pieces that I had entirely forgotten, and they were actually quite good. I might incorporate them into my humble beginnings of a novel.

Yes, that's right, the beginnings of a novel! Well, I'm not sure where it will lead, but after years of thinking about writing, I decided it was time to put pen to paper instead of daydreaming and being lazy.

"Blinking her eyes, she strains to see the room around her. The light is harsh, bluish and cold, but muted. The window is ajar, birds singing in the trees, their light songs shivering through the curtains like an old life polished.
Good morning Miss Phoenix. How are we today?
Distractedly she gazes at the window, closes her eyes. Better.
Let’s take a stroll together through the park today. It’s a lovely summer morning.
As the sun clears the cold cobwebs in her mind, they walk arm in arm in silence. The warm breeze, glowing with drops of sunshine, carries her back to her childhood.
Her mother is cleaning the house. She stands behind the vacuum cleaner to catch the hot air blowing at her, glowing through her.
When did she start to imagine her life?"