Chapter 30 Olivia
This summer is not going as planned. It’s already halfway through June and I’m still gloomy like it’s the middle of winter. When I work on my current translation, the words don’t come. It doesn’t help that the book’s about two women falling in love. Branching out into lesbian romance was a grave error in judgment on my part. When I play the piano, the notes don’t come to me the way they used to and I find myself trying to play pop songs just to occupy myself, but a lot of the easy joy I experienced when I used to sit and just play, just go with the flow, just listen for the next note, has escaped me as well.
To my surprise, the biggest joy I find is in running outside first thing in the morning. I always go by the Dievart house and I always look for a glimmer of life, a
