Sunday, 25 September 2016

Saving Ibsen

I probably shouldn't get so emotionally involved, but when I see a book in disrepair I feel an accute need to help it. I picked up a copy of Ibsen's plays when I went to Finland. It had been rejected by a library and would probably go in the bin (!) if nobody took it. The pages of the book were all in good shape but they were falling out in chunks. I put on my superhero suit and exclaimed: Intervention time!
The only thing I could think of doing was divide the 5 plays into two A5 folders. They'll be a bit clunkier to read but still easy enough (and now I can add notes of my own without writing on the actual pages). I'm really excited because although the supporting texts in the book are in Swedish, the plays are in their original Norwegian and I've been wanting to read them that way for some time now. Hurrah!
So yes, this copy of Ibsen will have a second life in my bookshelf and hopefully feel a bit more loved in it's olden days.

I hope you're having a great weekend!

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

It's in the feet

I often think my creativity lurks in my feet, or they're at least the motor. (Apologies to the muses for any unpleasant odors.) That's why I love a morning walk to get the blood pumping and the voices talking. And if I keep getting stuck during the day I might go for another one. And another one. And another one ... (If it feels like a chore I usually tell myself there's a tea or a coffee waiting on the way.)
It's always a joy to see a good sized tractor in London. 
This morning was beautifully sunny with a layer of haze still lingering. I walked aimlessly because that's the best way to discover new streets in your own area, and it also helps the brain access those golden nuggets from the subconscious. (Which also lurks in my feet?)
The best named fast-food place in London. Wets your appetite, doesn't it?
By the time I got home both the haze and the mental fog had lifted and I remembered an article a friend posted on Facebook. It gave tips on how to be a writer. Tip number 2 suggested typing isn't the same as writing, if anything typing is a very small part of writing, it's the mechanical bit that transfers all the hard work your brain's already done to a piece of paper.
I love looking at all the pretty houses. 
Remembering that as I sat down in front of my computer (with another cup of tea) and hoped to get some work done, I made my own suggestion: Typing might not be writing, but walking certainly is!

I hope you're well!

Saturday, 17 September 2016

That time of year

I bought a new diary the other day, 2016-2017, and as I walked out of the shop I felt that familiar autumn feeling; Let's do this! Yesterday our sunny, 30 degree weather changed (via a mighty thunder storm) into puddles on the ground and a chill in the air. I pulled out a wooly jumper, opted for my boots and once again felt energized by the seasonal turn. Here we go!
I'm sure I'll complain about the gray and the cold at some point, but right now I welcome the change. There is so much to be grateful for and look forward to. It's time to move back into my favourite cafes as the park becomes less hospitable as an office. It's time to really get stuck in (and enjoy it). So much of what I do is a slow process and it means I have to appreciate every step of it. If all we ever focus on is the end goal, we risk losing days, months and maybe even years of our lives without really noticing. And I'm not okay with that.

Here's to September! I hope you're well!

Ps. You might've noticed I changed a couple of the photos in the header. I just thought it was time they caught up with my third decade. :)