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! 🙂
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.
NaNoWriMo’s July Camp is over. Unlike the April Camp, this time I managed to reach the goal I had set for myself: 13 500 words. I managed to write just a little over 15 000 words so GO ME! 🙂
The story I’m working on is an epic fantasy story, and even though I have a total word count of close to thirty-thousand words, I still feel like I am very much in the beginning of this great adventure. This is my first original story written in English in the fantasy genre and it is quite exciting. I have already made plans to keep working on the same story for the November Novel challenge.
If you are curious about the story, you can head over to Inkitt. I posted the first four chapters there.
Just to be clear, this isn’t one of those How To articles. There’s tons of them online, and a lot of them make for good reads, filled with tips and tricks. But it is one thing to read articles and another thing to actually do it.
I have spent hours world building, writing notes on the flora and fauna, the different kingdoms, the people and their customs. I’ve even come up with a couple of rudimentary languages to use. But no matter how many notebooks I fill, I still won’t have a novel unless I manage to write that first magical sentence. And a lot is riding on it. It’s the hook, the very thing that will make the reader want to continue reading.
It is easy to cave under the pressure, isn’t it.
Okay, so let’s say we have the first sentence and it’s a great one. Now we just need to figure out how to introduce our readers to the verse we’ve created, and at the same time not bog down the first chapter with a lot of background info. The first chapter should be fast paced and exciting so it draws the reader in and gives him or her a chance to get to know the main characters. Well, that’s the theory at least.
Yeah… I know, there is no real rules when it comes to writing. Other than the grammar, and even they can be broken.
Maybe a slightly crappy first sentence and a slow, long-worded first chapter is just whats fantasy-readers really wants?
Or I could just go back to the ol’ drawing board and start over… *sigh*
Not if you ask me! Easy to grow, long period of flowering, edible and a great ingredient in all kinds of herbal medical treatments, oils and ointments. And on top of that, it is pretty!
I have, in a very short time, managed to get quite a collection of different types of Marigolds, and I can’t seem to get enough. I just found this darling version on impecta.se and I absolutely must to have it!
It will look perfect in a large pot together with purple salvia and some ivy. 🙂
I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s been a rough couple of days. But now I feel like the writing is finally getting a bit easier. I’ve found the flow again.
I spent most of yesterday ignoring the story and focusing on other things. But after a session of worldbuilding and creative writing with Cyan, I got my mojo back. 🙂 I’ve written almost a thousand world this morning, and with some luck I might manage a thousand more before the day is through.
Not falling behind is good, but the best part is that I’ve gotten back the feeling for the story again. It’s vivid, vibrant and full of colour. In the words of Victor Frankenstein: IT’S ALIVE!