Getting labelled

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Recently on the Camp, I saw someone telling about currently writing a “Middle Grade” story.

I had absolutely no idea what that means – sounded mostly like something to do with schools. So I yahooed (never g o o g l e!). At first, I only found information about how to write Middle-grade stories, but nothing about what it meant. What is specific for it? For goodness gracious, folks. I am Swedish! I don’t know all those fun or odd or sometimes even stupid ways of calling things! All those expressions!!!
(Guess we have that in Swedish as well, but those are not stupid or odd… huh?! 😉 😀 😀 😀 ) )

Anyhow, jokes put aside, eventually, I found a description of what this label means. It’s fantasy literature for kids! Up to eight years old!

Okay! I write fantasy – but certainly not Middle Grade.

The next label! Young adult.
Hmmmm…. readers up to 18 years old… the protagonist mustn’t be older than 18… has to include some kind growing, learning about themselves, about life and the world around them… Harry Potter???

I am certainly not writing for Young Adult either. My protagonist is young, but not that young. She is about to turn 21, and at that day – wow, that will be special day! And not in a fun way… though it could have been… but now… no cake… no partying… with a bit of luck, and effort from friends and allied, she will still be alive the day after… and not imprisoned…

So what am I writing?
My main label is “Fantasy”, no doubt about that. But the sub-label? What???
And – does it matter?

Yahooing this morning, and finally end up on Wikipedia. (Where else…?)

Finding under the search term “Fantasy genres” the first headline “Subcategories”.
There are no less than 31 of those…

The next headline is “Pages in category “Fantasy genres””
There are 51 of those…

And there are more subpages…

For heaven’s sake…..!!!
I write Fantasy!!!! 
No more, no less!

Comic, magical, heroic, evil-goodness, gothic, dark, dystopic, time-travel, magic realism, sci-fi…… should I keep on labelling?
(Even a slight hint of romance – but just a hint.)

Pick what you like!
I write about it because I like it!

About writing

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Blogging once a week!? Is that it? At present – it seems so.
And please forgive me for not visiting and liking.
I wasn’t particularly good at commenting even before,
but please forgive me for not doing that either.

Participating in Camp-NaNoWriMo takes its effort. Both in time and energy. Several hours every day, I struggle to reach the daily goal of one thousand word – or more. And I’m doing well!

At first, it seems that I have nothing at all to write about. What are they doing, the characters? What is happening.! But finally I manage to type the first sentence, then I struggle through the first couple of hundreds of words, but then! When reached about 900 to 1000  words, it’s suddenly much easier to continue even 400, 500 or 600 words more!

So I’m writing, all right, and proud of that. Now, during the first 13 days of the July-Camp – today’s score is yet to achieve – I have written 16 479 words! That is  53,2 % of my goal in 42 % of the time!

It’s not particularly well written though. Can’t say that. But I push the characters to where they are supposed to be, I reveal to the (presumed) reader of who they are and why they are there, and I reveal to myself, what I need to write more.

BUT Remember, Thea!

This is only the very first draft! It doesn’t have to be well written! Now, I’m telling the story to myself! That’s about it!
But I dread of the time when I’ll have to put these paragraphs, scenes and chapters together, edit the entire thing, and make an enjoyable story of it.

I do hope I’ll get the language right. My linguistic and verbal skills in my native language, Swedish, is really good. I was about to use the word exquisite here… and that first intuitive choice of word… Yes! So it is!

My linguistic and verbal skills in English though, are good, but certainly not exquisite. I really have to find a way to pay my friend Elaine to help me with that. She’s originally from Manchester, England, and has been teaching English and French for many years.

Isn’t it quite amazing that I suddenly, since early this spring, have been acquainted with such a lovely women? She is lovely! I really like her, and we so easily talk to each other! She also sounded quite excited when I before the summer, gently asked her about proofreading my manuscript!

I experience, that I after this Camp-thing should need to still have some pressure on me to keep on writing every day. But maybe have one day a week free from writing? Sometimes it feels like I need that.
Or? Would it be better to lower the amounts of words I have to write each day? After all! Now, when I have reached the daily goal, there is a huge feeling of relief, and it gets so much easier to continue writing beyond the daily goal.

Or would it be better to keep on with 1000 words a day, every day, and figure I’ll be totally used to that so I kind of “have to write” like an inner urge, not due to demand from something outside of me?

I love to write! I always have! So I guess it’s just a bit hard to maintain total obsession again after that burnout I lived with for many years. It takes time to heal. Longer than you think and want.

It’s often said it takes 21 days to create a new habit, but I guess, it rather takes a little bit more than that. And I also think it’s dangerously easy to slip out of that habit, if you take a day or two off, too early in the new habit.

So, maybe is the ultimate to be writing every day, but lessen a bit on the demand of 1000 words or more? Perhaps 500 as a minimum? 750?

Let’s see how this all feels in a couple of weeks.

Sofa weekend


Some days you feel, you have to do nothing. Or at least, as close to nothing as possible. This weekend is just that kind of days.

Yesterday, Saturday, was literally a sofa day. I did have help from the weather to do that. It was awful. The rain was pouring down bucket-wise, and it was horribly blowing!

I was grateful for the rain and the almost-storm.
I have been tired lately.
Feels good to close into oneself.

Okay! I did fix food for myself a couple of times, and I did the dishes. Other than that I took a nap before lunch. Had slept too little the night before, I listened to books for a couple of hours, and was watching a marathon of the 6 last episodes of “Terra Nova”.

I got really disappointed when I watched that a year or so ago (Or two years?) They only produced one season! Read somewhere it had been too expensive to produce… or something. 😦


I did write to the CampWriMo too, of course.
One thousand and four words.


Today is also a sofa-day, Though I did take a short bike ride after breakfast. Nine kilometres only.
Better than nothing.

Then I thought I would write a blog post. During this WriMo month, I don’t post as often as usual. The other writing takes up time.
And so it should.

Observe how inspired I am… hmm…
*cough, cough*

I’m still tired.
Long for the vacation starting next week.

Update – just a bit

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It’s a bit emptying to write like this. Since I have other tasks to perform during the day, I’m usually not home and free for the day until 4 PM.

I don’t complain! Not at all! After eating something – and I’m hungry when I come home – I have the rest of the day all by myself. To do whatever I want with it.

And I’ve been writing! In these three first days of July-Camp I have written 4310 words on my story!

It’s just that I don’t have much energy left now to write a blog post!
And I have to get up early tomorrow.
And it is not only very windy…

The weather forecast has promised heavy raining,
both rain and heavy wind are NOT fun to bike in…
(hope they are wrong, I can manage the windy part)

Anyhow! It is really fun to write on my story, and so much is happening I didn’t anticipate. It is like reading a new, good story while writing it!!! Wow!!!!!!

And it is soon Friday, And weekend!

July, 1 – and the quest has begun

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So it has started! The Camp. The WriMo. Thirtyone days of writing. Wow! I love that!

Began the quest with 1196 words – my goal is 1000 words per day for 31 days – and to my own surprise, there was a new person in the game! And two more characters, whatever they are. At first one was a hawk and the other was a rat, but that was performed as disguise only.

I kept on for several hours over lunch. At the beginning it was hard. Oh, I got words out of me, but they came slowly and not until halfway through the Muse came. It was Albert today. Then it speeded up. The smile took over the face, the heart and the mind, and the fingers began to run over the keyboard.

I wonder what will happen next. You do know, don’t you, that I write what I want to read? So you could say, everything comes as a surprise since I let the inner me rule. The innate always knows best.

Along the road, I can also see I put seeds to grow, and make connections with other scenes and characters, and in the back of my head, I have began to ponder how this person will meet the other. And why.

All this is so thrilling.



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Today I have read a little more than two thirds of the story I intend to keep on writing on, at Camp WriMo during July. Yes! Continue writing on “The Solar Eclipse”.

So far I see good parts and bad parts, Excellent parts and lousy parts. I see many too wordy parts, and parts that need more. And it frightens me stiff. Will I really be able to continue this story?

Oh yes, I will!
The editing doesn’t bother me, that is just hard work. And I exaggerate when I say it frightens me stiff. But the story needs so much more and I do wonder what will happen next in the story. Now, when I sit here late Saturday evening, I have absolutely no idea how to continue writing.

But it will come to me. I have all the time I need, so skip the fact I have written so little during the last weeks. I expect my Muse to show up and whisper in my ears. Just as he has done many, many times before.

Yes. You read right. My Muse is male. His name is Albert and he is a tough one. Most times he looks like a forty-something years old biker with big muscles and a huge moustache covering most of his face. He always demands a large mug of black coffee and a bacon butty. The larger the better.

“Come on, come on,” he says and waves his hands towards his belly. I don’t have bacon now and wonder how he will react to hummus on the bread instead. And a tomato…
I hope he still will make me laugh, though.

Other times he comes as an old wise man. Almost like a monk in his appearance. And he bows to me with his palms put together and whispers positive affirmations in my ears, He prefers herbal tea or just plain water. It doesn’t seem like he has a name. Every time I ask, and that’s every time he comes, he just smiles at me and bows. Always bowing.

He is weird, but I like him. With him, I write the best. In my mind, I call him Yogi. He must be able to read my thoughts, because every time I think that name, he smiles at me and crinkles his face in a cooing laugh.

Some times a young woman has come. She claims to be me when I was young, but I don’t know… That sounds like nothing more than a fairy tale. I didn’t look like that when I was young, with big curly red hair and hazelnut eyes. I always wished I looked like that, so maybe it was me in another time, in another life?
She is the quirky one. The one who gives me the odd characters and the foul words, And the urge to dare myself.

So who will be here, in two days time?
Or will I meet another one?
A new Muse that inspires and make me run
my fingers over the keyboard til all is done.