The Flakes of the First Snow

Today it happened! The flakes of the first snow came down!

You have no idea how much I wait for the first snow every year after trying to bear through the rest of Autumn which is not a glory of bright colors of red, orange and yellow anymore but only dead leaves rotting under my high heels...

Today, I left from a clothing store downtown and when I stepped outside I noticed that the wind was blowing tiny, delicate snowflakes. I love the contrast when the white snowflakes attach to my black jacket and faux fur collar.

I can be extremely happy for the little things in life! For example when I got out of the bus and I saw my high heels melting my footsteps onto the thin layer of snow as I walked.

The first snow always brings the memories of my favorite place back to me. I was on a certain photographing project when I was younger where we were given an assignment to photograph our favorite places. I had this one place near the place where I used to live and I absolutely loved it! I was the last one with missing a picture so I was hurried to take it already. I had waited for the Autumn to color the leaves with bright colors and went to see were the last green leaf turned to red almost every day, just waiting for the right moment to take the picture... But instead the leaves just fell off from the trees before they could show their colorful side. So, as I have always loved winter and especially the first snow, I was waiting anxiously for it to come down because I didn’t want to take the picture with half rotten leaves on the ground. The deadline of the project came to its final point so I had to go to take the picture... But then something magical happened! The first snow came down just on that very day I went with my camera to take the picture. I have always loved my favorite place especially on Winter, so to me the picture came out perfect and I can not thank Mother Earth enough for that...

First Snow & Writing Again

Something magical happened yesterday...

First snow came down – white beautiful snowflakes were snowing, covering the earth with white. First I literally couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought was I seeing my own things or saw a dream but it was actually snowing!

Cats wanted to go outside, although I was skeptical how long they could bare being in the balcony. Soon Pikkunen was scratching the door and when I went to open the door, I saw Lara and her fur was full of snowflakes. Cute.

I have started writing again. I have told earlier about my oldest fictional writing project which I have been writing for over four years now and it’s already 267 full A4 pages long and is about quite a heavy subject. That I haven’t written since 20th of July. Last time I had written my other project was on last February, so it has been 8 months incubating on the back of my head until now. This project is much more lighter subject than the first one – to me at least. I have written this second project 20 full A4 pages but I don’t really know how long it’s going to be...

Edgar Allan Poe’s poem “The Raven” plays quite a big part of my second project and tells you a little bit about the subject. I can’t yet tell the exact idea or plot but it does include ravens and raven-like things.

I don’t like to call my writing projects books for they aren’t there yet. Only when I have finally finished one of them and taken it to the publishing agencies, then I can call it a book. The word “book” makes it sound so grandiose and ready and perfect, which none of my projects are not yet. Or maybe my oldest project is closest of being a book, but it still needs a lot of work and re-reading.

I was talking with one of my friends on the other day and I started to talk about my writings and she told me she would like to read them some day – that’s good, for I need some readers to read what I have written and tell what they think about the text and all... I have translated the first part (there are many, many parts) of my first writing project, for I had started to write it in English at first. My friend said it doesn’t matter whether it’s in English or Finnish but I like it to be Finnish. So now I need to re-read the first part and polish it a bit if needed and then I can let people close to me read it, even it’s a hard subject. I’m so excited on what they are going to be thinking about it for I don’t consider myself as a writer. But is it that if I don’t see myself as a writer yet, can I ever be one? I think that when my first actual book has come out then I can call myself a writer. I want to be a writer. Now I can call my writing a hobby but I would like to call it a job one day.
 
It may sound so silly but I have sometimes thought that if and when my books are published, they will be translated in many languages and made into a movie or a musical. In my head I see my writing like a movie, scene by scene – I’m imagining it like that so I can write it down. I need to see it like a movie in my head – It’s just like I’m living my text inside my head. My first writing project I see as a film and the second one with the ravens and Edgar Allan Poe’s poem “The Raven” I see more like a musical than a movie – but that will do if it’s a movie about the musical, just like “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street” made in 2007, starring Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter and Alan Rickman. I would love the movie to be directed by Tim Burton and composed by Hans Zimmer – oh, that would be a dream come true. Still, even I want my writings to be books someday and my books to be movies someday, I do not write them as scripts – that would be stupid. No one, who is looking for a good book, wants to read a script...

So now I’m focusing on writing again after a long pause but now I’m into it. I decided that the first project is better to be written during the daytime when it’s bright so it doesn’t feel that heavy – although my inspiration strikes at night so that’s a problem. Maybe I will concentrate on translating it to Finnish during the daytime and writing it on during nighttime... But now I will focus more also to my second project what I already talked about. I can’t wait to get on with these and maybe even finish them one day...