Monthly Archives: August 2012
I couldn’t have said this any better myself… Best of luck Kathy!
Alone, I am nothing. I am made up of little pieces of the world. Bits of many people and places.
When I was very little I lived in Burma and there was a small bridge not far from my house where I used to go play. The whole world lived under that bridge and I controlled it. I observed and reigned. I never dared step in to that world, though. It was too dangerous. I stayed on the outside with my nanny protecting me.
Writing a book is a gargantuan task. It is one of the scariest things in the world. Not only is there the fear of failure — “even if I do finish it, will anybody want to read it?”…. but, there is also the fear of losing a part of yourself. Every writer must give a piece of themselves, a part…
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I got back from America last week, but have been busy babysitting my nine-week-old granddaughter. I have much catching up to do. I haven’t posted in almost two weeks and I’m trying as hard as I can to read through all the posts I have in my inbox.
Today is August 1, and that means its Austen in August month over at Roof Beam Reader. Let me explain why this is so important to me. When I first moved to Norway in 1988, I was a single mother of three, I had just gone through a terrible divorce and was at a very low point in my life. There was no internet, blogging, facebook or skype. It was outrageously expensive to use the telephone and I couldn’t speak Norwegian. I was lonely, until one night when Norway’s one and only television channel, showed a BBC film called Pride and Prejudice. This was my first encounter with Jane and the rest is as they say, history!
If you get the chance pop on over, there is a lot going on…