It’s been a long time since I posted anything. Which is a big no no in the blogging world, but hey… sometimes life just gets in the way.
Whatever else that’s been going on, I haven’t given up on writing. I’m still working towards my goal which is to write a novel worthy of being published. It’s not even about the money at this point. I just want something out there, you know.
Anyway, I’m going to try and post on the blog more often. I can’t promise you I’ll ever be one of those regular One-Post-A-Day bloggers, but I’ll try to update every week at least.
My plans for the next few weeks and months is to participate in NaNoWriMo’s April Camp, and to work in the garden. The weather is still horrible here, but spring is coming… Though it feels eons away at the moment (Sleet with a temperature barely above zero on the Celsius-scale.) At least it gives me an excuse to curl up in the couch with a cup of hot tea and a good book.
I suppose the question I want to ask is: am I ready? My answer is: I have no goddamm idea. One moment I feel ready. I feel confident in my idea and in my ability to pull this off. The next moment I’m convinced that I’ll fail, and because I succeeded last year, failing will feel so much worse. Like I let myself down.
Last year I choose the kind of story I know I can write, silly romance. I did try for it to be silly Gothic Romance, but I kinda missed the mark on that one. This year, full of pride and confidence because of last year, I wanted to go with a genre that gives room for more complexity: Fantasy. I’ve dabbled but its been years since I actually managed to finish something.
I’ve spent months on research, world building, character creating. Linguistics, geography. I’ve drawn friggin maps!
And what do I the week before the first of November? I decide to write a Western. With vampires.
Yup… A story set in the Ol’ Wild West. With vampires.
I woke up to the first frost of the season the day before yesterday.
It has always amazed me how quickly the weather can change. Only a couple of days ago, we had balmy temperatures of 18-20 C and now we’re lucky if it goes up to around 10. But I don’t mind. I love the way autumn sets nature ablaze with colours. After the hot, dry summer, autumn with its chilly mornings and rich colours feel like a balm.
For me, it is the busiest time of the year. I plant perennials, roses, peonies and the bulbs that will (hopefully) bloom in March and April next year. Autumn is a time of riches and promises. It’s a time when both life and death feels close. And it is a time to take stock and enjoy the here and now. It is also a time for stories and storytelling. November and the 50 000 word novel challenge is just around the corner. 🙂
Wherever you are, I hope you take the time to enjoy this special season. Take part in its riches. Be apart of the colourful weave that is displayed all around us as 2018 winds down and comes to an end.
Yesterday was election day here in Sweden, and it proved to be a sad day for democracy. Sverigedemokraterna (The Swedish Democrats), a party that was formed in the 90’s as the political branch of the white power and neo-nazi movement, has grown in size and power. They are now the third largest political party here in Sweden. Once again the stakes has been raised. Once again, those working towards a totalitarian society based on the ideals of Fascism and Nazism, gets to take one step closer to their goal.
As the granddaughter of a Polish Holocaust survivor, I find this development deeply worrying. In short, I won’t stand for it. I refuse to be silent and let the voices speaking for racism stand unanswered. I refuse to passively watch the laws protecting democracy, freedom of speech and equality become unraveled. I choose to act. To take an active part in changing the course of Sweden, and the course of the world.
If you are reading this and are seeing the same forces at work in your country, I urge you to join me. Join a political group/party. Speak up against extremism. Vote. Do not sit back and expect someone else to protect your rights for you. That didn’t work in Germany in the 30’s, and it won’t work now. YOU MUST ACT!
Remember: THE ONLY THING NECESSARY FOR THE TRIUMPH OF EVIL IS FOR GOOD MEN TO DO NOTHING – Edward Burke.
It’s been a hectic summer writingwise. I’ve focused on writing fantasy as well as putting Timeless Love, my NaNoWriMo story from last year, through its first round of editing. In short, I have had my plate full. Which is great. There is nothing worse than staring at the screen and having no idea what to write.
But lately it’s been a bit much. I have too many ideas popping up in my head and not enough hours of the day to deal with them all. So I have decided to take a vacation. From now until November, I won’t write a thing in my stories. I’ll keep writing in the interactive stories, I’m involved with of course! And I’ll keep writing down any idea that comes to me. But for the next two months, I’m going to spend my free time playing Video Games. Witcher 3, here I come! 🙂
It’s been a long, intense summer. Three months of extreme heat and no rain. It is not something we where prepared for here in Sweden. Our summers are suppose to be a mix of warmth and rain, not scorching hot with temperatures around 30’C almost for three months straight.
As you might expect, my garden did not fare well. Everything shriveled up. About half of the flowers I planted didn’t make it, an those that survived has grown only half the size of what they should be. But most are perennials, and now that we’ve gotten some rain and the temperature has dropped, they seem to be recovering. With some luck they’ll come back next year and bless us with their beauty.
How have your gardens fared this summer? Did you suffer heat and water-rations like me? Or were you among those who had to deal with lower temperatures than normal and more rain?
Long afternoons, the lazy hum of bumble bees and the honey-sweet scent of lavender and hay… August invites you to slow down, to inhale deeply and enjoy the fullness of summer before it gives way to autumn.
It is a month that feels endless, as if even time stops to enjoy the lingering warmth. Every year September’s arrival feels abrupt and sudden, and we remember that time does pass and seasons change. But for now, August is still here and the cold and the rain of the coming autumn feels like an impossibility…
Editing Timeless Love has reached that brutal stage when it is more slaughter than anything else. All those cool sub-plots and great scenes that felt so awesome and important when I wrote them. Now it is time to take a long, hard look and kill off the ones that doesn’t bring anything to the story. So, goodbye, masquerade ball scene, see you later, haunted self playing piano. And farewell, Edwardopus. Half-man, half-octopus, you were my favourite. Perhaps we will meet again in another story.
I am in the process of editing Timeless Love, the Romance/Horror story I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year. So far it’s going fairly well. I’m making may way through the story, filling in plot holes, trying to make the dialogue sound less awkward and fixing typos and such.
It’s been a slow process, but now I’m beginning to feel like I’m seeing the end of it. Hopefully, I should be able to update the story on Inkitt and change the setting from Work In Progress to Completed sometime next week.
If you want to check out the story, you can find it HERE.
We’ve all been there, stumbling around in the middle of the story we’re writing, feeling utterly lost and haunted by doubts and despair. Where is the sparkling novel we set out to write? The vivid world and memorable characters? The strong plot?
This is a time to remember that this is something most (if not all) writers go through. Even famous, published authors like Neil Gaiman and Stephen King, find themselves lost in the swamps of despair, also known as The Murky Middle.
So, how do we find our way out?
Sadly, I don’t have an easy answer for you. There’s no quick fix, no magical spell. All you can do is keep going, keep setting one foot in front of the other. Adding one word after the other. Stacking sentence upon sentence. Sooner or later you will find yourself back on track, the swamp left behind. From there it is pretty much downhill. The plot might feel paper thin, the characters cliches and the dialogue awkward. But that’s okay. You are working on a first draft. No first draft is perfect. That’s what’s editing is for. 🙂