Invisible Army

(The above title consists of the first words I wrote this November and I’m definitely adding them, and the rest of this post, to my NaNoWrimo total. Because I can).

A peculiar part of the World’s population is turning to blank pages armed with pens, fear of blinking cursors, or maybe even with fingers glued to an old fashioned typewriter. An army of writers pounding away time, word for word.

November is the month of novel writing, and I find it very strange that the idea of thousands of unknown people doing the same thing, is motivating. Why do I care that there are lots and lots of other people wanting to write a story? Why do I find solace in the idea I’m not the only one looking for the exact word to use, and the perfect name for a character?

It’s because it makes me feel less alone in this writing thing. And less crazy.

The idea of writing a 50.000 word story in one month is a big one, but for me it’s more about taking action. The rest of the year we can get back to overthinking and spending time waiting for circumstances to be different from what they are.

November is for action.

So thank you invisible army of international others! I salute you and wish you the best in your endeavours.

🙂

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Swing when you’re writing

Autumn is in full swing. I, however, am not.

I’ve been slacking on writing and am starting to miss it. Maybe you know the feeling? That pull on your inside, the urge to pour some of your soul into something. Might be a drawing, might be a poem.

Might be a rhyming grocerylist.

The what doesn’t really matter. What matters is that you’ve to start something, anything.

And that’s why, after a short period of absence, I’ve returned to my blog. I don’t feel obliged to post something, but I’d like to and that’s a good feeling.

November is coming and NaNoWriMo comes with it. I’m going to participate, maybe I’ll just write childish awful rhyming grocery lists but I don’t care.

hi

my oh my

off to buy apples for my pie

goodbye

🙂

 

 

Blue and clouds

 

Here they are !

Some snaps of summer, as promised. You can probably tell I’ve a thing for clouds. And the colour blue is THE best colour.

 

We are all so very lost

When I was feeling out of place at a party this weekend I was wondering what went on in the heads of the people attending it.

Did they really enjoy their work so much?  (They went on and on and on about it. I can’t fill three minutes talking about my job).

Is their life really as easy as it sounds? (A lot of times Sometimes I wonder what the &%#!@ I’m doing or what I’m supposed to do)

Are their kids really as well behaved as they say they are? (mine are not)

It felt like I was part of a play and a thought popped up in my mind. A thought I can’t seem to shake.

We are all so very lost. And we are all pretending.

Sipping our drinks, hearing but not listening, talking without actually saying anything worth saying.

At that moment I felt strangely connected to everyone at that party.

Because it’s better to be lost together.

I know.

I should sleep more.

The Sea, the Fox and the Coffee cup

No, I’m not writing a peculiar version of a Narnia novel, but I did threw together these characters from my novel in planning to create a title because it sounded cool and Narnian. ( I know that a coffee cup isn’t a character but Narnia had a wardrobe so I think I can get away with a cup).

I’m writing a story about the Sea, the North Sea to be specific. I think the North Sea is unintentionally turning out to be The Bad Guy. The one that takes, but can’t be taken. Not that my main character isn’t going to try. She is stealing water from the sea, capturing it in glass jars. And now the Sea is coming for her.

Or at least I think it’s going this way. 🙂

How fun it is to be a writer and have absolutely zero clue what you are doing.

Hello Autumn

Autumn is here, bringing rain and dark mornings.

I feel a bit melancholic and am not entirely sure it’s because the time that was, the time that is or the time that’s yet to come. And I guess it doesn’t really matter.

Autumn’s here. I’m here. That’s all there is to it.

So what Am I Going to Do with this One precious Autumn in 2017?

I’m going to get back to writing and editing. There are stories to be told, stories to unfold and stories that need to change.

(I know I promised pictures in my previous post. But my computer at work is not cooperating so you’ll have to wait for those.

(sorry not sorry)

🙂

Back Home

My thirty day holiday flew by, leaving me with memories of sandy beaches, roaring waves and happy times. (Next post will contain pictures!)  I’ll try to cling to them while I’m being wrapped up in my day tot day life.

I often write about memories, not only actual ones but also the mechanism.

How memories are triggered by smell. How they get mixed up. How they blur, why they are forgotten and why they sometimes come back. It fascinates me.  I’m blessed with a decent memory, although I have a thing for remembering non-important facts: the striped socks I wore on my seventh birthday/phonenumbers from my childhood friends/ the shape of an island when I was on a holiday years ago (it was shaped like a turtle) .

Anyway I’m back home, getting back  in ‘normal’ mode. I’m starting a new job next month,  school starts again next week. I’ve got loads of writing to get back to. But I’m not going to push myself or put pressure on it. I’m going to (try to) enjoy it.

Because happy isn’t a goal to be reached, it’s a moment. And if you’re lucky it will become a long-lasting memory.