Writing Wind Hill was a twelve-year struggle and adventure. The
memoir is an attempt to share my experience with non-writers who
may wish to someday write a story. The memoir also comes in
Colorful and Colorless Versions. I am currently working on the final
sections and collaborating with an American writer, James Michel.
We hope to complete it in the near future.
started to fall. The story took place somewhere in Hokkaido. But
later that day, as the sun was setting, I was surprised to realize that
everyone in the story was speaking in English and I had traveled to
America! The next morning, as I woke up in my bed, and even before I
had a chance to look at my clock, the story continued. I went down to
the living room and sat in my chair again. By this time, I was filled
with different kinds of emotions and was having difficulty eating.
Around the time of the sunset, I "was" in Miami. I heard a deep-
toned male voice say, "This is the beginning." I nodded, though it
felt it wasn't chronologically the beginning. The third day came. I was feeling weak, because I wasn't eating
anything. I just sat and "watched" the story evolve. I spent all day
somewhere upon the Andes Mountains. The sunset arrived. The
same deep-toned male voice said, "This is the end."