Today is May 1st, and it’s a day of tradition and joy in a lot of countries, mine included. It’s also the first day of this month that every student fear a bit, the month of exams… Since I went back to the university last fall, I’ve had my eyes on the month of May as the month where I’m going to conclude it all.
And the day started off well, or sort of well. Being full of optimism last night I set my alarm on 7 this morning, so that I could get an early start before and read a lot before I had an online studydate at 10 with my studygroup. Well, I was awake at a quarter to seven, so I silenced the alarm before it went on, and I kind of went back to sleep. Around 8 I let out the cat, and I was planning on taking my shower, but I went back to bed for just 1 second.
At 10 I woke up, by my messanger-noice on the ipad, my studyfriends wondering if I was going to log on… And up I went, and logging on to a computer is never so slowly as when you’re doing it to late, and others are waiting on you…. Well, I was finally on, and after a good 20 minutes we had delivered our rapport that is due Monday. It’s actually our bachelor rapport, so I was proud and relieved and felt like popping a bottle of champagne. But of course, I was sensible, at 10.30 in the morning a glass of juice seemed more appropriate. I put the tv on, just to be entertained as I ate a late breakfast/early lunch before starting on my real studying of the day.
Now that the bachelor assignment is in, I only have an oral couching exam and a written exam in another subject to worry about. The couching exam is on my own rapport, so I’ve decided to concentrate my reading on the other subject this weekend. My plan for today was to read through one of the main books in our curriculum and make notes, and then make 5 mind maps out of the notes.
So after breakfast I sat down to start my studying. I only had to make a phone-call first, I have a friend going through some tough times right now. Well, since my breakfast was at 11, my phonecall came in the middle of her lunch, and we spoke through it. I was a bit puzzled that the time was 1 o’clock when we hang up, but then again, I did have the whole rest of the day to study.
Only, I was still in my pj’s, since I went straight from bed to my online study-group… So I just had to take a quick shower before starting for real. The thing is, that I was feeling a bit cold after the long phone-conversation, and I needed a nice, hot and long shower. When I went out of the shower I saw my new hairmask, that I’ve been meaning to try. So I did. When I read on the package after I had put it into my hair, (yes, I sometime read the instructions after I do something) I realized that this was the kind of haircure that you had to leave in the hair for 45 minutes. Well, I had the time, right? I could easily read with the hairmask. But before I went upstairs again to do so, I just had to fold a lot of freshly washed laundry. And make my bed. Neatly. And since I was tidying up my bedroom, I thought I’d just should wash the floor as well.
There was a lot going on under my bed. If I’ve had any monsters living there, they probably left the place weeks ago, because of the state of their home. Things that have been lost for a long time, things I had forgot, things my nieces have asked for, a lot of things that should never been mentioned and a lot of dust. I was glad I took this time to get it really cleaned up under there.
When I was finished, I accidentally saw my reflection in a mirror, and remembered the haircure. Well, it seems that those hairmasks that are supposed to stay in your hair for 45 minutes, turns into some kind of cement after a good two hours. I had to stay in the shower for a really long time, and I actually was surprised to see that I had some hair left when I got out.
I finally had my hair wet and straight, I was dressed and my bedroom was all tidy. I thought about cleaning my bathroom as well, but I restrained myself, it was time to get serious about this reading! So I went upstairs and turned my computer on again. And I checked my facebook. It turns out I have 3 friends that have their birthdays today. So I just had to write a small note for two of them. The third one is a much closer friend, so I called her. I was planning on leaving a voicemail, but she answered, and we chatted for a while. When I got off the phone, I realized I was really hungry.
I only made myself a sandwich, no use In wasting valuable study-time on making dinner. I put on the TV and watched the Kardashians while I was eating, and I opened my book the minute Kendal Jenner was finished walking down the runway. Only I was a bit peckish. The one sandwich was not enough, and when I thought about it, food is an essential part of the studying, how can I plan to learn anything if I’m hungry?
Half an hour and one episode of Modern Family later, I was ready to start reading. I did for five minutes, and then I received a text from my friends. They are going away for a week, and I’m going to feed the cat. So I need to go there now, to get instructions and to pick up the key. And maybe a glass of wine, for like my friend says: “You will not stay in studying on a Friday night. Not after a whole day of studying!”
Thank God is Friday! I have the whole weekend to study. Except Sunday, I’ve made plans. And tomorrow is Saturday, so I will do some shopping. But other than that; Only Studying!
Sometimes I wonder, why do I write?
And my instant answer is;
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.
Being in the proses of having my first book published I find myself astonished of J.K. Rowling’s accomplishments. As we all know, she’s a billionaire author, having sold more than 450 million copies worldwide of her “Harry Potter” series. Yet it’s hard to envy the harsh scrutiny faced by J.K. Rowling in publishing “The Casual Vacancy,” her first novel for adults. Everyone’s expectations are exceedingly high, mine was too.
Having read the book over a couple of nights, I can only state that once again, our favourite author has succeeded to create a page-turner, this time for adults. As the gifted story-teller now changes her main audience, she keeps to her well known recipes and gets the story to move along her plot at a brisk, efficient pace.
The Casual Vacancy might be called an epic soap opera: It’s stuffed with revenge, sex, duplicity, violence, malignant gossip, drug addiction, self-mutilation, snobbery, cruelty, poverty and death.
As Rowling’s narrative shifts among various families and characters, she exposes the misery that exists behind their finely painted front doors.
In Pagford, a lovely fictional English village where “the most expensive houses stood in all their Victorian extravagance and solidity,” a married, middle-aged father of four, Barry Fairbrother, drops dead of an aneurysm in a golf club parking lot. His death sets off a frenzy of scheming and leads to some rather disturbing events as well.
As a member of the Pagford Parish Council, Barry was an earnest do-gooder instrumental in bringing to town a drug rehab clinic and a low-income housing development called the Fields. Both measures were highly controversial, pitting rich against poor and raising concerns about crime and entitlement. Now that Barry’s death leaves a “casual vacancy” – an open seat on the council – there is an opportunity to undo his work. To the conniving types (and there are many) who hope to replace him, the vacancy is seen “not as an empty space but as a magician’s pocket, full of possibilities.”
Some neighbors feign pity for Barry’s widow, Mary, while in private they celebrate Barry’s sudden demise and begin plotting their political agendas. Meanwhile, as many of the adults in Pagford engage in increasingly repellent behaviour, the adolescents are mired in dramas of their own.
Andrew Price despises his brute tyrant of a father, Simon, while lusting after a new classmate named Gaia. Sukhvinder Jawanda, an overweight Pakistani girl, endures alienation, bullying and much worse. Stuart Wall, an unrepentant troublemaker, pursues Krystal Weedon, the damaged, foul-mouthed daughter of Terri, a heroin addict and prostitute.
The notorious Weedons live in the Fields, and their squalid existence stirs anger, condescension and disgust among their genteel neighbors. Although Krystal, her 3-year-old brother, Robbie, and their mother are terribly marginalized, fate will cause them to affect the community in ways that prove profound and tragic.
“The Casual Vacancy” might be described as a black comedy or a comic tragedy, either way, it’s a grim story. However, J.K.Rowlings has done it again; she’s capable of creating a believable community with characters and plots that engage me as a reader.
Yesterday my first book was sent to print! I’m so excited! Since the day in June I got the letter from the publishing house I’ve been in a surreal and dreamy state of mind, whenever I’ve been thinking of the book. And now, the manuscript is finished, corrected and displayed, and sent to printing.
My book is a book of poems, all stating something about life and feelings, and it has now the title “3898 ord om livet” which can translate to “3898 words of life.” My poems are about the many processes we go through living our lives.
To make the cover, I asked my very best friend to put on a nice pair of shoes and walk for me. Taking photos of her legs in the woods of Sweden was a funny experience. It was cold and windy, but I. was the perfect top model, and worked those shoes. When talking to the designer from the publisher, I asked if I could get a light green background. The result is actually so good; a great part of my dream came through when I saw the book cover.
You’ll hear more about my book when it comes from the print house, in about six weeks’ time. Until then; I’m still surfing on my happy wave on my way to reach my dream.
The mysterious package was as I wrote yesterday opened, and it contained mostly documents, newspapers and scarfs/decorative banners. The banners were marked “to the king”.
When the first mayor of Sel, Johan Nygaard gave the package in the late 1920s, he had written on the package that it could be opened in 2012.
The package weight a bit over three kilos, was 40 x 28 cm, and 9 cm thick. The envelope has been in a showcase at the local museum since 1997, and all the content of the package is now back in the same showcase. So everyone can come and have a look.
There have been some disappointment around the actual content of the package; I said yesterday that I didn’t understand the reason for keeping the content a secret for a hundred years. As the envelope also contains a newspaper from 1914 and one from 1919, it is true that it’s not a 100 year package, after all. But after reading some more about the documents and listening to an interview with one of the professors; I’ve come to the conclusion that I think it was rather great that the mayor Nygaard wanted to make a time capsule over the highlights of his political career.
In 1912 the little town celebrated the 300 year anniversary of the “Battle of Kringen”, when Norwegian farmers fought the Scottish army while the war between the union Danmark-Norway and Sweden. The Norwegian farmers won the “Battle of Kringen”, and the jubilee in 1912 was celebrated in the present of his Majesty King Haakon. The decorating banner in the time capsule is from this event.
I think we also should take under consideration that Norway became an independent country in 1905, so when the celebration in Sel was happening in 1912, it was only seven years after the kings arrival to Norway. The celebration of the “Battle of Kringen” was probably very important for the Norwegian self-esteem at the beginning of a journey without any union support. This can very well be the reason the lord mayor wanted to document the event, and when he started to collect items for the package.
There were several letters posted in America, and I believe this is as interesting and important as the rest of the documents. The Norwegian emigration to America was considerable, of all the countries in Europe only Ireland had more emigrants than us. So the influence from the states goes back to the times were letters from Americas could money and presents that kept families alive during harsh winters and difficult times. There are a lot of Norwegian descendants living in the States today, and our ties to the States have always been strong.
The rest of the documents were protocols and receipts, and newspapers. The fact that the newspapers were from 1914 and 1919 have been disturbing for some, because this shows that the envelope has not been sealed for a hundred years as they believed.
I think that mayor Johan Nygaard started collecting the items for his package in 1912, but didn’t seal off the envelope until he delivered the package in the late 1920’s.
It’s truly a great little story, and it was good for Norway to have this mysterious package to concentrate on the same day that our court consented the terrorist for those horrible actions from last summer. We needed the little mystery to be able to breath, so I say thank you, Mayor Johan Nygaard 🙂