Saturday, 19 September 2015

A Writer's Date

Stephen King wrote in his book On Writing "Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to makes speeches. Just believing is usually enough."

King is right, writing can be lonely but I am extremely lucky to have friends who also write and with whom I can work. Lotta and I used to have plenty of writing dates when I first moved to London, we'd just meet up in a coffee shop or at each other's houses and write (and drink cups of tea and gossip). At some point we both became quite busy daytime and we couldn't meet up as often but today we put everything else aside and got back to business!
One half each means double the goodness. 
No, not just eating cake. Although cake can be important. We spent a good chunk of time quietly working on our own pieces before spending an equal amount of time brain storming a new project which popped up somewhat out of the blue and slowly began to take form. Why do new projects always feel so much more exciting than the ones you're already working on? I don't know if it will ever see the light of day, but it was still fun to shoot ideas back and forth and to do it with an actual person! (Not just inside my own head.) 

So that was the main part of my Saturday, being social while still getting work done. I hope you've had a great day too!
Cheers

  

Sunday, 13 September 2015

Dozens of carcasses in my bath

Hello!

How are you?

Living in an all Finnish flat means the occasional odd tradition, like the autumnal crayfish party. I'd never actually been to one before but my flatmates are fans and decided it was time to introduce local friends to this Nordic crayfish and schnaps fueled dinner. The critters (the crayfish not my flatmates) spent a few hours defrosting in the bath ...
... Before ending up on the expertly decorated tables. There were also printouts of traditional songs that are sung throughout the dinner followed by sips of schnaps. The songs in Swedish were slightly less expertly translated to English by google translate. Who knew a bad translation could be so funny?
 I was a moderately rubbish participant since I'm not a big drinker and I don't eat crayfish but it was still good fun. The non-Finnish guests really got into the singing and learned several more or less appropriate words in the process. And it's always a major plus when you can leave a party and just walk up the stairs to your own bed. (When's teleporting actually going to be a thing?)
So that was my Saturday evening, a new experience which includes plenty of cracking, twisting and sucking. I hope you had a good one too!

Cheers

Saturday, 5 September 2015

Three Year Anniversary

Hello!

How are you?

Today, three years ago, I chucked my bags on a British Airways flight and moved to London. It's been three years! How did that happen?
One of the first photos I took in London, not far from where I live now. 
It's been pretty great. A lot of things have happened. I started my MA, I finished my MA. I've had several different jobs, sometimes doing the most bizarre things. I've met lots of incredible people and made some great friends. I've fallen in love with London, been sick and tired of London (when can I buy that countryside cottage?), and then found my way back again. There have been moments of pure elation and moments when everything's felt just a little bit ... meh. But I've never regretted the move. I've written a lot (and could still have done more). I've had my first full-length play produced at a proper theatre. I've been pretty lucky!
London as I rarely see it. 
It's still unclear what my 4th year is going to look like, but I hope it will continue to move things forward, however slowly, and offer new challenges and exciting things. And if I have any say in the matter, it will be spent in London.

Big thanks to all of you who have read the blog for the past three years or have supported me in any other way. I hope you're all having a great weekend!

Cheers