A couple of days ago, I visited the local radio for a talk. It was supposed to be a simple interview on local radio to talk about my book, but it turned into something longer and wider about writing and creativity in general. With questions like “why poems?” and “do we need poetry at all?” the interviewer actually got me a bit on the defensive side in the beginning. I was surprised, but when I listen to the conversation now, I think I managed to keep a positive energy and a enthusiastic tone of voice. My answers were a bit all over the place, but so were his questions!
I wanted to speak about my book in particular, and managed to get back to my favourite topic several times. I hear know that the interviewer actually seems a bit tired of my poems in the end, but hey, that’s why I was there.
We’re talking local radio. They are fans of replaying interviews there, so to speak. I’ve heard myself talking about why we need poetry three times, and every time he starts by saying: I have Ellen Gill Johannessen with me in the studio today… People that listen to this all day, might think that I’ve moved in! But it’s ok, no it’s great,,, it’s publicity, and my book needs that!
I thought writing the book was tricky. Now I’ve found out that writing the poems was the easy part. I am now promoted to a new job: Being the number one spoke person for my book.
It’s fun. And a bit scary. And kind of exhausting. But fun. Some disappointments in between. And some great exposure. There will be an article about me and my book in a local newspaper tomorrow. And the local radio will probably rerun my interview. And next week, there will be a new interview, this time in the biggest newspaper of our region, here in the south of Norway.
I’m grateful! I feel like screaming: Thank you for writing about my book, and talking about my book. And begging: Please: be a buyer of my book as well!
I’ve asked all my facebook friends to ask for my book in their local book stores.
It’s a book of poems, I know, they rarely hit the best-sellers lists. …But it’s my book of poems, and it’s really good and have a cute and eye candy cover.
THIS is it! The book is written, the designers have done their job, the publisher’s job is done, and the book is here.
THE press has been notified, and some journalists have asked for the book, two of them have interviewed me, and hopefully several will join in this week.
BOOKSTORES have said they are going to buy my book, but so far I haven’t seen it any place.
I’VE asked all my Facebook friends to ask for my book in their local bookstores.
THE book is good. It’s even great. The cover is an eye-candy and should catch attention on the shelves.
I KNOW. It’s only been four days. But I’m waiting. I’m waiting for people to start buying my book.
BECAUSE I’m selling my words.
After weeks of writing, struggling, thinking, correcting and waiting… my book is finally here! I’m happy, proud, humble and excited 🙂
“3898 ord om livet” can be translated to 3898 words about life, and the book can be ordered from www.publica.no
The horror. The embarrassment. The feeling of being the laughing stock. From outstanding to not standing. At all. I always try not to use clichés when I speak or write, but I’m very tempted to use the sentence “I almost died…”
For the last three weeks I’ve been following a course with some amazing people, and two days ago we went out of the classroom and had a day out. We strolled in an aria that is famous for the vast beaches of round stones, and it was a great experience. We had a bonfire and made lunch, and we spent some beautiful hours. The weather was so nice, fall season at its best, sun from clear blue sky and no wind. We were sitting around the fire, laughing and talking, and I read them two of my poems from my upcoming book. This was the first time I’ve shared poems from the book with anybody, except my publisher, and I got quite nervous about it. Their response was very positive and encouraging, and I felt both relieved and a bit proud…
This should be the entire history! I got to read my poems and got positive response.
On our way back I fell a little behind. This was due to two separate causes, one: I walked slowly because I was admiring the great view of the vast sea; it was like a blue sea of sparkling diamonds. Two: I found it hard to walk on all the round stones on the beach, and it went on for ever. After some struggling minutes, I realized that everybody was waiting for me. They had stopped, and they were all looking back to see if I was soon to be joining them.
That’s when it happened. I fell. I fell flat on my face. My knee hurt, my hand hurt, I was on my way to burst into tears, and I felt like vomiting.
What did I do? I got right back up, said I was ok, and then I stared out on the horizon of the sea. Wishing they go away, both my pains and my fellow tour trackers. Of course, neither did.
I was so embarrassed. Wanting to laugh it off, feeling like crying and hiding. I finally caught up with them, and we continued. My hand felt like it should explode, and my leg was barely carrying me, but I continued. I didn’t know where to keep my eyes. My fellow trackers were too polite to laugh straight to my face, but my fall must have been a ridiculous sight.
Mortified, all I wanted was to get away from the embarrassing moment. We walked about four km after my fall, and I have to admit, they were painful.
Not as painful as the ride home, though. I drove with one hand, and I know I kept the conversation going, but I’ve got no idea of the current topics. Arriving home, I got out of my car in a not-so-ladylike-manner, due to the stiffness in my knee. I spent the rest of the day and evening with my leg up high, and now it exposes the map of the world, painted in colours from bright blue, dark green and purple.
My hand is swollen, fingers stiff, and painted in a greenish colour with dark blue spots.
The fall definitively makes the top five list of most embarrassing moments in my life. Definitively! I went from being outstanding to not be standing! That’s what happens when you fall flat on your face.