Tari Avalle’s Litterae - Agri Sublunares

I finally managed to finish an original story. If I could only write every day (or rather night) I’d feel a lot better. I only wish I’d get round to finishing my novel. Why is it so hard? I suppose I’m afraid I’ll ruin what I’ve already written. All I need is a sort of start. A couple of sentences to set the right mood. Usually I manage to think of something much sooner. I’m afraid that if I don’t get it finished soon, it will never happen. It’s just going to be pointless.

This is nothing new, I know, but I think it’s quite interesting that dreams can be inspiration for fiction.

In my case, it’s happened a couple of times already. Once, it was a horrible nightmare (which might not sound quite as horrible if I recounted it), that turned into a short horror story (which is extremely rare for me - normally, I neither read nor write horror).

In fact, thinking back, I think most of my ideas based on dreams, have been horror or at least scary. One reason might be that those dreams stand out, which makes me remember them.

On the other hand, I once had what was (at least when I woke up) nothing more than a scene, but that one scene turned into a fantasy story. I can still remember how it felt to be ‘there’ - where I witnessed the scene. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to work all that into the story, but I was quite happy about it anyway.

I’ve just finished the major update of my fan fiction site I mentioned earlier. For the visitors the change might not be that obvious, but for me, it’s going to be a lot easier to update the site from now on. If you haven’t checked it out yet, you’re welcome to take a look. You’ll find the site in my blogroll/links collection and here.

This is the way it looks here right now:

Snow

It’s freezing here and I’m busy trying to stay warm. This house is more or less impossible to heat. Next year, I’d better be somewhere else or I’ll probably get sick. At least it’s pretty outside. I love looking at the snow from inside the house, but ironically I’m usually colder in here than when I go out.

Ended up here, on my walk today. Not really surprising, considering what time of year it is. Still, I think this looked interesting. When you’re bored, anything’s interesting.

Last night I went to the last meeting of our writing course. It was a lot of fun, but I feel kind of sad too, that it’s the last time. We had such a great time together. Up until the afternoon of that day, I wasn’t even sure I was going to go, because I haven’t been well lately, and especially I’ve been feeling down. I’m glad I went though, because it was such a success. This came exactly at the right time, because for a while now, things have been really rough.

I really wish we could do something to keep on meeting and discussing our writing. There will be another course, of a kind, next semester, but it won’t be the same, because our ‘teacher’ - the writer - won’t be there. It’s someone else, who’s studying creative writing and that will be a completely different course. Even so, I’m considering going. Maybe some of the others will too.

Last night, we even got to do a little improvisation, led by a drama teacher who’s been taking this course too. We even discussed doing a drama course, but I’m not sure that was meant seriously. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, actually, so if we did it, I’d probably enjoy it.

I finally finished moving my entire ‘main’ site to WordPress. Yay! It’s been a huge job, but it will be worth it, because the updates will be that much easier. There’s just one thing… It will be another while until I can replace the old site. I really, really liked the theme/color scheme my sister designed for it, and now I’m waiting for her to make similar one for WordPress. The one I use right now, is ok, but a bit bland, so I’m expectantly awaiting the new theme.

The books have been found. Finally! As of yesterday, we have our own copies, well, sort of…

Mom had promised to get a copy for a friend of hers and since she only gets to meet her about once a year these days and that one time is today, we had to give her one of ours, but basically this is it. The first time we get to read our own stories (and a couple of poems) in print.

Strangely enough, it doesn’t feel very magical. Maybe it hasn’t sunk in yet, or maybe it will take more to get that kind of reaction. Like an entire book written by me. That might happen some day. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

At last. I’m writing again! Well, sort of. I’m blogging and I just wrote a fanfic, but hey, it’s something.My brain was withering so I’m really happy I finally managed to get it working again. And fan fiction is so much fun.

Tonight I went to the ‘release party’ for our book - the book we, the participants of the writing course - have published. It was quite fun, and I think the guests enjoyed it. The only problem was that we had practically no books to sell. Somehow they’ve been lost in transit - somewhere between Uppsala and Stockholm and Göteborg…