Thoughts swirling in the mind, like cherry blossom petals dancing in the atmosphere. Circles upon circles. Then, still. There is nothing but this here. These is nothing but this now.♥SB
As the year winds down, and we return once more to December, I can’t help but think about beginnings. The hardest part of beginning anything new…is starting. I think that truism is at the heart of what it means to be a writer. Whether it be a writer of stories, or a writer of our own lives.
That said, in my latest book reviews of Alice Munro’s Dear Life and Simon Van Booy’s The Illusion of Separateness, I wanted to highlight certain themes that speak to the idea of beginnings and endings, life and fiction. ♥SB
Dear readers, thank you for visiting my new website, www.saudadebelle.com. It’s currently a work in progress, as you can see. More to come soon, I promise. Thank you for your patience. ♥ SB