Panicking!

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Not that long ago, I wrote a short story. (Haven’t we all…) Well! This particular one has come to my mind several times lately. It would probably do very well as a kind of Post Scriptum, or epilogue, to my “Eclipse”-story. It’s not particularly long, only 719 words –
But written in Swedish..
So I’ll have to translate it…

Okay! Let’s do it! I thought and tried to find it among my other short stories.

Couldn’t find it!!  – iiiooooiiiiiooooooiiiii – panic PANIC!!!!

Where is it???
I searched everywhere. I couldn’t remember the title I had given it, you see. So I searched for pages-documents, pdf-documents, scrivener-documents…The only thing I was sure of – it couldn’t be written in a word-document.

PANIC PANIC!!!

Then it hit me! The external hard drives! I have several, and among those, there are two quite big ones. The first one, a 2 TB (Terabytes), mostly movies, but it has also a folder with images/photos. Didn’t check that folder out, though. Wonder how many images/photos I can find there, and how old they are?
I thought it also should have been a folder with my writings there – but no. I’m sure it has been, though not any longer.
The other one then! The one with room for the Time machine! Oh, you who have a Mac must know what I mean by that. It’s for BACK-UPS!!!! (Which I don’t do often enough)

Okay! In there it is room for 3 TB, so I thought there would be more than just the backups! There wasn’t, but okay okay! Back-ups are good!!!
Two main folders. One from the iMac I don’t have any longer, and in there was nothing available. It wasn’t possible to open “Documents” and there was no “User”. Doesn’t matter – could very well delete the iMac folder anyway.

The MacBook folder then? OH yes! Oh yes! There were folders alright!!! But in which one was the biggest chance to find the file I was looking for? When did I write this in the first place? Probably in 2015. Remember the circumstances and where I was at that time.

Nothing in the first folder I opened – too new. Nothing in the second – too old. But in the third, or if it was the forth, THERE IT WAS!!!!

Oh my god oh my god THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

It is a good one, you see, this story. And it would so much fit in to “The Solar Eclipse”, and why on earth have I deleted it sometime? Must have been a mistake!

I also found other short stories that I had missed and wondered about. Where are they! And why have they been missing? What did I do when I did it???

I just say this, and I’ll only say it once (at least for now):
MAKE SURE YOU DO BACKUPS ON YOUR IMPORTANT STUFF!!
And preferably to more than one place.

So, now I’m working on translating this short story, and you surely know by now what I think about that kind of job. (I hate dislike it very much)

But it is as it is! All for the good of writing!

Also today, my friends!

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Today, I didn’t reach 1000 words, but close enough! 967 of them. It’s okay! Though I didn’t think it was a particular good scene. And not until circa 500 words along the path, it started to feel like a flow again.

Though everything doesn’t have to be tip-top at the first draft. It seldom is anyway – or more or less. Some texts are good almost immediately.

Yesterday I wrote 1165 words. Thought the whole thing was lousy. But when I read that scene today, it wasn’t that bad after all. Need of course some editing, deleting unnecessary words, and so on. Can do! But not know.

Todays? Well, the second half is okay – and can be of good use as well as yesterday’s “failure”.

On the whole – I’m still satisfied, pleased and happy. And eager to continue writing tomorrow. Have nothing booked for tomorrow – other that I really should clean up a bit here.

Camp WriMo – Update

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Thursday, April 18 – and the day before Easter. My concern right now, is when and if  I’ll have time to write anything on Sunday, since we are having a family meeting then. Mixed feelings, in other words.

You see, my writing for Camp WriMo has exceeded my anticipation hugely. Yesterday’s contribution made me almost reach my first goal, 15 000 words. To be exact, that day I scored 14 943 words. In 17 days, I reached my original goal, you could say.
Yesterday was also the day I wrote the most. 1 651 words.

A week ago I raised my goal to 21 000 words, and yesterday I raised it again to 24 000. And I am a bit ahead of myself.

It’s hard to remember how things were 10-15 years ago. I know I wrote a lot during 2006 – 2012, but it seems like I’ve increased something in me now. Like I’m letting go even more freely now, and kind of surrender myself to the story, It just comes by itself, it seems, and find its way through me, from somewhere bigger than I, and down onto the computer. I just love the process and handing me over like this. When writing the first words, not knowing what will happen next, and then just follow it along.

I also think I’ve re-found my own tone now. I’m recognizing that humorous undertone, quirky personalities, and odd dialogs. Really glad that this is still in me. Being a part of me.

Soon, very soon now, I’ll begin to write today’s scene, or scenes, don’t know yet what it will be or how much. I will exceed 1000 words though, hopefully even pass 1500 – that I have decided. Oh! This is so exciting!

If you haven’t already, why not read This scene!?

The Accused

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“And you are Mephisto Suleiman the third?”
The voice was harsh and had a very distinct Scottish accent.
“The forth, your Honor.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“I’m Mephisto Suleiman the forth, my Lordship. Suleiman the third was my father, may he rest in peace.”

The auditorium in where this took place, was huge, cold and dark. Old mahogany climbed the walls all the way up to the roof, and the benches that filled the floor looked more like coffins than anything else. The windows, there were actually windows on all four walls, but they were small, and placed very high up, just under the roof. Besides, they were awfully dirty. Like if they hadn’t been washed for at least 500 years. And they probably weren’t.

The long-legged man stood on his knees in front of the counter where the judge was proceeding. He bowed deeply and crossed his heart when mentioning his since long dead and buried father.
“Ts ts details, details,” the judge said. “Don’t bother about details. You misplaced the key, didn’t you.”
“It was stolen, your Highship, someone got in, found it and took it.”
“Just as I said, you were careless and misplaced it, otherwise it hadn’t been stolen. Am I right or am I right?”
“Oh, my Divine Holiness. Of course, you are right. I’m so sorry, so sorry…”
“Ts ts details, details.” The judge waved away the words that were pouring out from the mouth of the man kneeling before him.
“So! You did misplace the most important item in this city, didn’t you? Yes or no?”
“Yes, your Honour. I am so sorry, Your Honour, I did misplace the key, I did!”

The long-legged man called Suleiman the forth whimpered, as he now had sunk into himself as a lump of clothes and with his forehead almost touching the floor.
“Ts ts, details, details.” the judge said and started coughing like as if he was trying to get rid of his lungs. His cheeks turned red and the long but meek beard on his chin trembled.

“And what do we do now?” he continued after a while, and poked the long-legged man with a long pointer he had found beside him on the counter.
The long-legged man twitched and began to stutter.
“I.. I.. d..d..d..dodon’t know, Sire. What do.. do we do? Go find it?”
“That would be an idea to do dodo do”, the judge nodded and tried to hide a miniscule smile. “But don’t you think you need to be punished first?
“Punished, your Lordship?”
“Yes! Punished! Don’t you think it would be appropriate with a punishment when a crime has been committed?”
“Crime, Sire? What crime?”
“What crime??? The key has been stolen and you ask ‘What crime’? The theft of course! Aren’t you responsible for the theft?”
The long-legged man was now bathing both in sweat and tears. Maybe in a little blood as well.
“B.. b… but I….!”
“But what???”
“I…I… but I… I didn’t steal it, Sire!”
“Ts ts, details, details. You had been delegated the honor of keeping the key safe, and now you tell me you aren’t responsible for its disappearance?”
“There was some thief… who broke in… and found it…”
“YEEES”, the judge said with a slow, dark voice. “And you hadn’t hidden it well enough. So you are responsible for the loss, aren’t you? Yes or no!”
“Yes, your Honor.”

The long-legged man couldn’t fight that logical piece of argumentation any longer. No matter how he tried to reason with his point of view, the fact was there, starring in his eyes. He hadn’t hidden the key well enough. And he had been sloppy, not carefully been locking the entrance door, also when he was in the tower.
“Well, well, Mr. Suleiman the whatever. Finally, you see it my way. So what do you suggest we will do about it then? No, of course, what you will do about it. I won’t do anything. Unless… maybe… I should hang you immediately?”
“Oh, no, please your Highwordy…”
“Heh heh,” the judge grunted. “So, I have become a Highwordy as well. Is that a compliment?”
The long-legged man went alternately red and white, and simultaneously he seemed to be smaller.
“Well! No compliment and no suggestion from your side, what we shall do about this. Then, I decide all by myself! I give you three days and three nights to find this thief of yours and get the key back. And If you fail – I’ll kill you myself. With my bare hands!”

When the judge left the room he seemed extremely pleased with himself. He chuckled and twisted his meek beard around his forefinger. Now he would go home and have a good steak with his wife that she had been cooking for him, and to that, he would have a couple of nicely chilled ginger beer. And in a couple of days, he would hang that odd man, who was rather looking like a cricket. Sulei… something… the forth, the last.
He rubbed his hands against each other and smiled. He so looked forward to that day.

reading – sometimes – still

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I confess! Haven’t been reading much lately.

Finished “Educated” by Tara Westower. Super-good!
Finished “The Timetravelers Wife” by Audrey Nieffenegger. One of my favorites!
Finished the Swedish Murder Mystery by Maria Lang – brilliant, and feels very modern though it was written in 1949. There weren’t no computers nor any cell phones back then. That’s about it! Otherwise it could have been written now!

I also finished Alexander McCall Smith’s first book about Madame Mosu… mau… something… The number One first detective agency. (Did I get it right now?) Well! Boring!

I tried some tips from Thursday friends:
By a Jenny Colgan, something about some bakery on some beach. Boring – and illogical! Skipped it!
Two others of the same kind: Boring, Boring!!!
Tried for the third time to listen to Neil Gaiman’s “Neverwhere”, but didn’t succeed to get hooked! And that is supposed to be a fantasy! Very odd – but skipped that as well.

Finally, this afternoon, I began to listen to the first Harry Potter book once more – The Philosophers stone, read by Stephen Fry. First of all! They are really, really good, the books about Harry and  Hogwarts! After reading or listening to them, you won’t bother about the movies any longer. They are “nothing” compared with the books.

I also simply adores listening to Stephen Fry who reads this series. He is marvelous!

So now I stick to that one for a while. It’s quite handy to be listening to books instead of reading them. Though I would of course never stop reading books, but for the time being listening to them suits me better.

Where are the bunnies?

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Obviously there are those who have had a lot of fun with balloons lately.

They must blame it on Easter… 🥴🤣


Biked to the mall,
nothing fun there at all,
but fun someone else have had,
turning balloons to an egg,
then put it in the midst of it all.

Yeah, I biked to the mall today. Thought it would be fun.

No! Not fun at all. I don’t like malls! I don’t like all that people around me.
This was the highlight, and I laughed out loud – silently, within my mind.

Really do prefer to make walkabouts at Ikea.
And not at weekends…

Where do I get it from?

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Let’s say a month ago, that anyone had told me that I soon, very soon, would be writing every day – I wouldn’t have believed it.

If I also would have been told, that I not only would write daily, but also that I would be writing on a dystopic fantasy story – I for sure wouldn’t have believed it! And increase the amount I write every day!!!!????!!!! Oh gosh!

But now, a month later, that is just what I’m doing!
It started with the prompt that led me to write “The Solar Eclipse”. It was very inspiring. Then, on April 1st, I joined Camp NaNoWriMo. I set my goal low. Only 15 000 words, which would require 500 words per day on average. It went well! Better then I thought it would, and I decided two things. To count in the words I wrote for blog posts, and raise my goal to 21 000 words. Which would require an average of 700 words per day.

It looked really good on the stats. Felt proud and happy and satisfied.

Two days later I regretted adding the blog posts words, so I skipped them – and recounted each days achievement. But kept the 21 000 word goal.

So the curve dipped a bit on the scale, but that was temporary. Yesterday I wrote no less than 1289 words!

And today – first I finished with 962 words, but then I got an idea for one of the other characters and that idea ended up with 397 words. So in all today – 1359 words!!!

MY GOD!!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE INSPIRATION!

I realized I work a bit different now than I did way back then, years ago. I don’t edit each scene equally much now – just what I have to do to be able to move on. I can’t let a misspelled word be misspelled. I have to correct it. I also have to check, control, look for the “right” word I need to get it all right. As I want it to be.

Hey! I write in English, not in my native language Swedish, remember!
So, of course, I have to search for the right word now and then. 
Quite often actually... HAHAHAHAHA

Instead, I keep on pushing the story forward in a much better way than I did way back then. I got to keep writing, every day, don’t I? If this enhancement in how I work when I write, is due to the Camp WriMo or if I have matured as a writer – well! I must say – it’s a little bit of both!

I have to keep the story going, new text each day – and I have more confidence in myself that I actually have a story inside me that wants to be born.

But I didn’t know, nor realized, that at its full intent a month ago. I thought: how do I know what to write? How – was never a problem. Just, what. And it showed it wasn’t a problem after all.

So, guess what? It happens all the time! Even though it takes 100 words or 300 sometimes before I really get going.

And I love the story, and I love being in the middle of it.

And do you know what more?
I wing it all the time! Have absolutely no idea what will happen next. It’s me and my inner self who cooperates. And we do it very well.

Very well, indeed!