A couple of weeks ago, I spent a week in voluntary writing refuge in a Swedish forrest. Or actually in a small cabin with all modern amenities like power, water supply and heat right next to the swedish forrest.
It's kind of weird being completely by yourself for that long. I was actually really happy that Anders had asked if he and his 10 months old daugther, Ida could come by. Not least because I'd only said one word aloud the day before their visit.
It was by the way "auntie" just like my nephew, Ferdinand, would have said it. But hey, at that point, I had spent three days just writing and thinking about myself, so why not take it all the way through and start thinking about other people's thoughts about me... (as mentioned, probably a good thing Anders visited).
Besides it being sligthly weird, it was awesome having time to write. Great to find loads of words inside me and that I'm capable of writing them in Höör only an hour's train ride from Copenhagen.
So many words that I now know what to write in my novel. Not necessarily every word but the main point and story line. Exiting! And scary - it will be about me and hopefully it will be interesting for others than me. Quite a bit of writing left and I don't even know how to get it published, but it's a book. And I'll write it!
Even though I was writing a lot (!), I managed to go for a long walk inside the forest every day. It was raining quite a bit the first couple of days (except for when I was walking). But then the sun came out and so did the mushrooms.
Some of them for eating, some for clicking...
It's kind of weird being completely by yourself for that long. I was actually really happy that Anders had asked if he and his 10 months old daugther, Ida could come by. Not least because I'd only said one word aloud the day before their visit.
It was by the way "auntie" just like my nephew, Ferdinand, would have said it. But hey, at that point, I had spent three days just writing and thinking about myself, so why not take it all the way through and start thinking about other people's thoughts about me... (as mentioned, probably a good thing Anders visited).
Besides it being sligthly weird, it was awesome having time to write. Great to find loads of words inside me and that I'm capable of writing them in Höör only an hour's train ride from Copenhagen.
So many words that I now know what to write in my novel. Not necessarily every word but the main point and story line. Exiting! And scary - it will be about me and hopefully it will be interesting for others than me. Quite a bit of writing left and I don't even know how to get it published, but it's a book. And I'll write it!
Even though I was writing a lot (!), I managed to go for a long walk inside the forest every day. It was raining quite a bit the first couple of days (except for when I was walking). But then the sun came out and so did the mushrooms.
Some of them for eating, some for clicking...
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