2 April 2007

My first "novel"

I was cleaning my room yesterday, and underneath last year's schoolbooks, a stack of eight year old letters, my very first badminton racket and various other things I thought I'd cleared away ages ago I found one of my earliest writings.
I dunno how old I was when I wrote this, five or six maybe. I'd learned to write the R's the right way, but, erm, I wasn't so good at spelling ;) It's supposed to be Dutch, lol.
A rough translation would be: "The hot sunbeams reach the earth if the sun doesn't leave quickly we'll get burned finally the sun has left." Punctuation wasn't one of my strong points either...

It's quite a difference from what I'm working on now, at least. I wrote more than 3000 words in one day last weekend, and that's something I haven't done since November. I finally finished that chapter about Geravan I've been working on for more than a month. I think I need to divide it into two chapters because it's a bit long - more than 21.000 words. Never mind. So now I'm writing a chapter about Marcus again. He survived, luckily, but I don't think I should've knocked him out when I left him last time because he's got a bit of a memory loss and it's devilishly difficult to write. Maybe I should give him another good knock on the head.

Other than that I've been reading a lot (I have a week off from school because of Easter). I got a few books out of the library, including a collection of poems from the Elder Edda, skaldic verses and medieval ballads, as well as the Prose Edda (without Háttatal *sob*), Gunnlaug's saga (I love that one!), and Karsten Alnæs' Historien om Europa 1: 1300-1600 Oppbrudd which is so addictive and well written it should be illegal. Because, now I want to get my hands on the other books in the series, as well as his books about Norwegian history, and most of them are quite long - more than 600 pages - so it'll take a while to read them, with the result that I'll be spending less time doing homework (what's the point of atomic physics anyway?).

I think I need to make some more tea. I've lost count of the number of cups I've drunk, but I think this'll be my sixth or seventh pot. That means I've probably beaten my old record of 25 cups in one day. And I finally have my very own teapot (mum was sick of me 'borrowing' the family one all the time, lol)
It's a bit on the small side, but it's mine, my own, my precioussss...

1 comment:

Gabriele C. said...

My first writings didn't survive - we moved too often and stuff got thrown in the trash. But it was something about a visit to a dripstone cave, a bear and a man of unspecified caveman origins who fought with the bear. :)

25 cups of tea, wow that must be record. I'm a good tea drinker myself, but I can't remember to have drunk 25 cups a day.