Haven’t had time at all to devote to writing other than my market branding research and script editing. But the last couple of days the words were so piled up in my brain that I had to get some out on paper or risk overflowing. This is just some of those words, from the chapter “Summer in Spring.”
What an odd feeling! To know that the place you are is strange and yet to not be able to remember why. To have nothing to compare it to, and yet to feel that strangeness all around you at all times. This is the feeling that enveloped the girl during her time in the healer’s hall and which, even long after, hung about her like a sign that read “outsider.” Others seemed to sense it, too. Some were drawn to her. Many would avoid her. The man with the broken leg was one of the former. It was he that gave her the name Summer.
“That name is taken,” the doctor would later tell her.
“The season can share,” she replied.