The final chapter

Today the story draws to a close: the final chapter. I've spent almost ten years walking with Evelyn. Given the significance of this, I'd like to take a moment to thank my faithful companions for accompanying me on this journey and helping to take my mind to the place where Evelyn resides: Zbigniew Preisner, Michael W. Smith and the BBC National Orchestra of Wales. I thank also movies such as The Lord of the Rings, Life of Pi and We Bought a Zoo who have alighted my eyes with marvelous sights of soaring mountain ranges, picturesque sunsets, sun-streaked trees and far away, magical places. I thank also those who kept me reading as a kid: John Marsden, Judy Blume, J.K. Rowling, Roald Dahl and S. E. Hinton who taught me about adventure and friendship.

By this Peter Pan meets Playing Beatie Bow story, I hope to win back the hearts of many young women who find themselves lost. I hope that one day, at least one woman will see Seasons on the shelf of a bookstore and journey with Evelyn to find that they are loved, worthy and worth waiting for.

This journey is far from over with the (so I've been told) painful editing process ahead, but all the same, writing to the end of a story is quite the achievement. Hoorah to me!

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under Heaven.

Today is winter and the perfect time to finish a book!

Rest in peace

Goodbye. Who would have thought that one innocent word could be so hard to utter? Evelyn knows what to say; she can see the word formed in her mind, yet when she opens her mouth it refuses to tumble out. By speaking such a word it would become a reality; there would be no denying it anymore. Yet it resembles a truth that she refuses to believe so her body denies it pass.

Goodbye. Sayonara. Ciao. Au revoir. Adiós. Hooroo.

Spring passes on the back of a breeze

Spring is an interesting time that would not be interesting at all if it weren't that it followed winter. The fact that the sun glows warm, butterflies fly in abundance, blossom scents fill the air, and the earth is covered with greenery is completely ordinary. But because it follows winter the details of this season are all the more sweeter: the people of the earth come to life once more.

Yet it passes on the back of a breeze and before you know it the sun is blearing high in the sky and the storms are rolling in: you are met with summer. Evelyn tries, somewhat unsuccessfully to savour every moment of spring.

The birds sung sweetly in tune with the morning

And the morning spoke of new beginnings

And everything in its beginning began to look new again.

The zephyr it knew which way to blow

And blow it did at the earth

And the earth smiled agreeably at its new coat.

The flowers of the field swayed in time with the bushes

And the bushes reached up to the trees

And the trees stood tall and proud.

The season sung of glorious days

And the days they stretched in light yet shrunk in time

And the time it passed before my eyes.