On Disappearing

I disappeared to concentrate on the final edit of my novel. And how is that going? You may ask. Short answer, slow.

I won’t get into details of having two summers this year, that is, in Finland and South Africa. The milestone my husband and I celebrated.

Role playing with Hubby

Happiness and tiredness from travelling; backpacking in South Africa during the past two months. Hopefully, the pictures tell a story. 😀

Nature Lover’s Delight

All this is life! It’s invigorating, exciting, meaningful and a gift. I’m eternally grateful, even though it meant putting writing on hold for a while.

I’ve mentioned before that autumn is my most productive season in terms of writing. So, I came back from all the travelling inspired by events taking place at home, and with my mind set on finishing the novel, which happens to be set in South Africa.

“But you can’t plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves.” ~ Yevgeny Zamyatin

The quote above captures exactly how autumn dictates and moves things in the northern hemisphere. Yes, there is no pleading with autumn. The whirling leaves of the season swept me to a complete different direction.

Instead of a complete novel, I sit with another poetry chapbook (dark poetry) almost ready to be sent out into the world, at the beginning of the new year.

Poem Excerpt, “Death of an Immigrant”

So yes, novel revision and integrating feedback from my editor is taking time. But I promise to keep you up to date with the novel’s progress in the new year. I think I need to ”Speak it, Believe it” and eventually release it.

This means I’ll start sharing why I wrote the book in the first place. The emotional toll it exerted. And, am I scared to release it? You bet! As you know “all art is autobiographical”. That is, there’s always a bit (or more) of self in one’s work.

OK, folks that’s where I am right now. How about you? What are you working on? Any forthcoming work (books, art, etc.) to look forward to in the new year? Oh, please do share!

Reflections of a Reader

“South Africa gives me a perspective of what’s real and what’s not real. So I go back to South Africa to both lose myself and gain awareness of myself. Every time I go back, it doesn’t take long for me to get caught into a very different thing. A very different sense of myself.” ~ Dave Matthews

When you walk into a bookstore and all you see is local literature (that you so wish you could read in a language you’re comfortable reading in) and scatterings of regional translated work, you accept that this is now your reality. Make no mistake, not only do I enjoy Nordic literature, I have my favourites too.

one of my favourite reads

But when you walk into a bookstore day in, day out and find yourself confronted with same setting, differing slightly sometimes (depending on the bookstore) with the inclusion of classics and bestsellers mainly from Europe and US, and a handful of African bestsellers written by writers in the diaspora, you start to wonder.

other great reads

Despite what I see on the bookshelves, I know Africans read because I am one of the readers. I follow African literary magazines and blogs such as Brittle Paper, The Johannesburg Review of Books, etc., with keen interests, and in order to read reviews on latest books by African writers. Alas, not all are available in digital format.

Despite what I see on the bookshelves, I know Africans write. And I’m desperate to hear preoccupations of writers back home; fresh stories and new voices.

fresh stories

I like my reading varied (global), and ebooks mostly address that part. But it wouldn’t hurt to hear more South African voices, whether at home or in the diaspora.

new voices

So, imagine my joy in a bookstore immersed in real and imaginary worlds created by writers I’ve never heard of before.

Ah, an array of skyscrapers; poetry shelves as if to prove its relevance, today! The dizzying effect; poetry books, written in languages I’m comfortable reading in, competing for my attention.

this is poetry

Mind you, I’ve heard the chorus “poetry does not sell that’s why publishers are reluctant to publish it”, and there’s no denying it. But I ponder this as my hand reaches for a book I’ve been longing to read since it’s publication. And the bookseller’s enthusiasm as she keeps piling trending African books before me… Oh, joy!

fearless

Write Africa, write!

note: A recent visit to South Africa brought about this reflection and renewed perspective.