This is taken from the Christmas Special of Nemi. If you like it, you’ll find more here at Nemi Comics by Lise Myhre.
And that Johnny Depp really knows how to put things…
My book is sent to print, and will be finished in a couple of weeks!
And I love the cover! What do you think?
Since this book has two authors, my mom Astri Gill and me, I wanted to use two generations on the cover as well. My very good friend Ingrid was model for my first book, 3898 words about life.
For the new book, Two voices, she was joined by her own mother, Anita, and we had a great time shooting these photos. The publisher’s designer, Hana Costelloe did a good job, and I love the fact that the books suites each other so well.
Someone told me a couple of days ago that something would feel like «a walk in the park»… Well, this afternoon felt like a walk in the park, even though I wasn’t really in a park:
Beautiful, isn’t it? The spectacular autumn colours against a clear and cold day… The air was fresh, the forest quiet and when I arrived to one of my favourite places on the board of the sea, the sun painted the sky and the horizon melted between the calm ocean and the clear sky.
It was almost too cold to be sitting down, but I did for a little minute. I was celebrating. Today I sent my final version of my manuscript for my second book to my publisher. My quiet celebration at the seaside, with this magical view, filled me with humble joy and gratitude.
We’ve been enjoying so much nice weather these last couple of weeks, and nature’s autumn colours are so splendid this year.
There’s something about this season that goes so well up against white churches, and I’ve lately taken some photos of two of them. The first is from Sweden, taken two weeks ago, the second is from Norway, taken a week ago.
Sometimes I wish I had my own tree of wisdom in my back yard. I have trees in my back yard, and also in the front of my house, but none of them seems to have any wise words for me, when I pass bye. I even tried hugging one of my trees in the garden, felt strange and cold, and I was not wiser nor more loved afterwards.
My mind drifts off to strange places when I observe trees like this one. Especially with the sky painted as I captured on this photo three nights ago. I’m sure that this is a tree of wisdom. But it’s not mine, and it’s not near me anymore. I was visiting my good friend, and it’s her tree.
If I had a tree of wisdom in my back yard today, I would go there and ask for advice. I would ask how to cope with extreme happiness and deep disappointment on the same day. How is it possible to be so happy, that tears almost dances down my cheeks, and then a moment later, I have to swallow hard, to keep the sad tears away from my face?
I am really happy about a resent achievement, and I wish to be wise enough to hold on to the happy feeling and all the positive energy this brings into my life.
My disappointments are divided. I’m a bit disappointed in the lack of excitement for my achievement. That is a disappointment I need to be wise enough to disregard. There will always be people around that don’t cheer you on, and there is nothing I can do about that. I need to have the wisdom to keep on trying, and not give up.
I’m very disappointed in the fake reaction, where my friend told me he was happy for me, and then mocked my project behind my back. I need my tree of wisdom to help me be wise in this situation. Do I act on it, or do I let it go? When I think about it, I think I’m wise enough to ignore my disappointment, at least for now. Maybe I’ll tell him that his encouragement was killed by the words he said behind my back, because you can always rely on people to tell you the truth when someone has said something bad about you, or in this case, my project. Writing about it now, I think I’ll use my wisdom to keep calm, and don’t create drama. I’m hurt, but not beaten, and if I can’t cope with a bit of disappointment, I can’t keep on putting myself and my projects out there.
My third division of disappointment is from myself, I wish I had a wise tree in my garden to tell me what to do. Or maybe not, I have the wisdom of knowing when I chose to disappoint myself. Now I need the wisdom to clean up, and to forgive myself.
I wished for a tree of wisdom in my garden, but I realize I have the wisdom I need. This blog became my tree of wisdom, because by writing about my needs I sorted out my feelings. And even though I’m still a bit hurt, and a bit disappointed, I cannot disregard the fact that I have a very positive achievement in my life today, that didn’t exist four days ago.
Maybe what I need is a tree of joy. Or not a tree at all, but something to remind me of what’s important, for me, in my life. I choose to dance today, and to rejoice. And when I look at the sky on my photos from the other night, I can see that the clouds are dancing with me.
I like to write. Some days I even love to write. I want to make my days full of writing opportunities. And some days I don’t like to write. Some days I don’t even think I can write.
But I always love to have written. (ref: Gloria Steinem)
How can I make my writing become a great story, instead of ramblings around a good idea?
I have days where my writing just keep going, my fantasy feed my story with new ideas and great conversations, themes and plots come effortless up on my computer screen. And then there are times where all I get from my fantasies are other people’s ideas, things I’ve read before, and words that have been used in the same contexts by others.
I just read the first chapter of my book again, and met clichés where I thought I had put originality. I know what I want to say, but I need to find a way to say it sharper. And in between my good ideas, I need to tell the rest of the story. Today I find it hard. I don’t know how to continue. Should it be so hard? Should I give up?
The only reason I can’t give up today, is that I need to know the rest of my story. If I don’t write it, I will never know. And I need to know. So I need to write.
I don’t always like to write. But I love to have written.