I Like the Click

I mentioned in my New Year’s post that I’ve got two big goals for this year. Learning a bit of Russian and finish a  new shiny bright glimmering in the moonlight draft of Novel That Has A Name but Does Not Deserve it Yet.

I started Russian lessons two weeks ago and the language is really cool. I like the analogue part of having to think about writing the letters of the Cyrillic alphabet, and I feel all Indiana Jones-y deciphering words.

Здравствуйте

Just look at that word! It’s formal for ‘Hello’. HELLO.

So so pretty. I’m kind of a nerd when it comes to languages so you’ll have to forgive me.

Anyway. Besides the lesson once a week I try to spent 10 minutes of every day practising letters or learning new words. Yesterday something awesome happened.

I felt The Click.

I didn’t have to look up the letters anymore and could read a lot of words. It ‘s possible that my brain had enough input to provide me with a translation without me being consciously aware of it, but I know this feeling very well.

It also happens sometimes when writing. When chapters and pages seem like endless loose parts of colourful Lego blocks and then suddenly The Click happens and you’re able to see a clear image of what the building should end up like.

I like The Click.

It’s what I’m looking for in life. The feeling of being on the right track. The opposite feeling of The Click is stepping on a Lego block when NOT wearing shoes. Sorry for the metaphors, I also like Lego.

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A story about cupcakes

 

The other day I was writing a story about a boy with diabetes.

He falls in love (because he’s seventeen) with the girl who works at the local bakery and he goes there almost every day to buy cupcakes. Just to see her smile. Except Mondays because she doesn’t work on Mondays.

He never eats the cupcakes. Even though they get prettier every week.

It’s probably going to turn out into a weird story, but it got me thinking about health. How big a deal is him having diabetes for the story? Does this boy considers himself healthy?

I believe health is not just the absence of sickness. It is possible to feel healthy even when you’re in a wheelchair or have some other difficult issue. Being healthy is to be able to face life’s challenges. And by that I don’t just mean the physical ones, but also the financial/social/mental challenges everyone has to face sooner or later.

If you’re not healthy all the other challenges are far more challenging.

This probably doesn’t make sense..

Anyway I decided that the only problem my diabetic boy has, is that he doesn’t know how to talk to a girl.

Other than that he feels perfectly healthy.

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Once I realized December was there, it was nearly over. Christmas and other things got in the way of me actually doing stuff. Sounds vague, doesn’t it? Well that’s because it is.

I have no idea how it got to be 2018 so damn fast.

But it is. And I like a new year. It’s the queen of blank pages, all shiny and ready to be filled with expectations, memories, experiences and probably a lot of Netflix.

I’ve been browsing the Internet because I’m obsessed with other people’s resolutions. I found there’s one thing a lot of these resolutions have in common: the word more.

More sleep/ more drinking water/ more exercise/more travel/more writing/more happy/ more of more.

I’ve got two big goals to fill my 2018 blank page. And lots of smaller ones

When I think about goals and things I want to achieve myself the word more also plays an important role. So I’ve decided to scratch it.

Do more of what makes me happy. Do enough of what makes me happy 🙂

And

  1. Learn a bit of Russian

I’ve signed up for a Russian language course. The Cyrillic alphabet has always fascinated me and when I hear Russian (or any other Slavic language for that matter) I have absolutely no clue of what’s being said. And it’s sounds mysterious and amazing, enough reason to try and learn. (and also because I feel like I’m about the learn a secret code).

  1. Finish second draft of Novel

Kind of speaks for itself.

Happy New Year everyone! May it bring you enough of what you want.

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.

🙂

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

🙂

 

 

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)

🙂