text and images britt-arnhild
Anne asked me on facebook the other day: "How far are you with your book?"
Not far at all, is the correct answer, though there is a lot more to it than that.
I am writing all the time. I've done so all my life, ever since I stated my first diary aged 5. These days I write my blog first thing in the morning, I write the travel diary, I have a notebook for this and that, I write my ordinary diary, I write letters and postcards, and the first day on Madeira gave me the draft of a short story/legend. Ideas for several books follow me, but for the moment they are all somewhere out in the blue. Each book hidden behind a colourful door. Keys hard to find.
All except one, the poetry book I am helping my father to edit is running straight on the tracks, with the publisher waiting for mine and my father's next step.
Writing comes easily to me. The words are there and I pick them like candies from a cone. There are tastes I like better than others and this is what I am working on. To find the whole rainbow, get to like all the different tastes.
I am working on a travel book, but from what I read of my own writing so far, I am far from being interesting for any publisher.
So far this hasn't stopped me from writing. I search the words, I rewrite, I erase and I start all over again. And I am having a lot of fun in the progress.
Sometimes I wonder if blogging takes too much of my energy, if I leave too much of my creativity here. Leaving too little for other writing.
Then one blog post suddenly get a whole bouquet of comments, I get an unexpected email from a new blog reader, or, like yesterday, I get to share all those blessed eternity moments with you.
Then I know that I can't stop blogging. It is too precious to me.
And over the almost 7 years I have been blogging, it has become a wonderful way to keep a diary.
I will keep on blogging. I will keep on writing, I already have one book published and I know there will be more.......some time.
And I will keep on sharing eternity moments with you.
Thank you for sharing your moments. They brough tears to my eyes and they also sent me a flood of memories from other precious moments in my own life.
Picking one winner?
Oh my, that's too hard. I need another day or two to decide.....and I wish I bought a lot more dish towels.
The photos are from decorated doors in the old part of Funchal, Madeiras capital. We were lucky, there was a small, very charming cafe close to where a group of young girls were busy decorating one door, supervised by their enthusiastic parents.
Of course there was suddenly time for coffee.
