noget helt speciel

Det var ikke meningen at jeg vil skrive i aften men jeg ville dele den skønne aften med jer. Wyoming er en af de smukkeste stater i USA når solen falder fra skyerne. After Texas Ofcourse. Der er noget helt speciel ved den Vilde Vest. Det skal siges. Jeg bliver altid mindet om min morfar når jeg ser disse smukke Western scener. Morfar er grunden til at jeg blev forelsket i John Wayne og gamle westerns på TCM da jeg var bette.
Jeg håber jeg kan fange solnedgangen med mit store kamera en dag. Det kommer nok.

Og jeg fik i øverigt også mit kørekort med posten i dag!

himlen over Wyoming
god aften medicine bow
jubiiii!

som et forbrændt gud ude i baghaven

Det er allerede søndag aften og jeg er slet ikke klar til at gå på arbejde imorgen tidligt. Jeg har lyst til at blive hjemme og lave alt andet. Næste uge (uge 48) er det Thanksgiving — det vil sige at vi får 4 fri dage og det bliver super, men ellers er Thanksgiving ikke rigtig noget jeg går op i. Weekenden har været stille og roligt. Vi tog en tur til Wally world (Walmart) for at købe en ny ApplyTV. Det viste sig at vi kan se DR på den og der er desuden også dansk radio. Det hjælper lidt på hjemveen. Nu kan jeg lade som om Danmark er lige uden for fordøren selvom det er circa 5000miles/8046km væk.

Her til aften sidder jeg og strikker julegaver til nogen native american børn i South Dakota imens vi ser Miami vice. Olielamperene er tændt.  Jeg er også midt i et projekt som er  jule-gave til migselv fordi det er alt for sjælen at jeg laver noget til mig. Jeg har kun en sweater og nogen handsker. Resten bliver givet væk eller solgt.

Desværre er det ikke tit jeg skriver dansk på bloggen. Hvis jeg skal være ærligt er det fordi jeg føler mig  intimideret. Det er svært for mig at erkende at jeg ikke er god til mit eget sprog… især når jeg er så god til Engelsk. Det har altid irriteret mig men det er åbenbart sådan det skal være. I må tilgive mig mine fejl.

a quiet thought of homesickness

søndags vasketøj
mit lille arbejdshjørne hvor jeg skriver, redigere mine film og billeder.
min fredspibe og medicine pouch fra New England.
vinter er på vej
det smukke træ der står som et forbrændt gud ude i baghaven
et naturlig portræt

 

a day in the life of a lowly semi-published writer

It’s Friday, almost the best day of the week for me because my give-a-shit is nil and it’s almost Saturday. Today I wanted to show you what a regular day in my life looks like.

I woke up at dick o’clock this morning unable to breathe due to the air is awful dry here. I got ready, packed my work bag and before leaving I checked on the bird in my wash room; to make sure he was warm enough and had something to eat/drink while I’m gone.


And so into the frosty air we ventured to the bus stop and waited the 5 minutes it takes to arrive. The buses here are incredible. They come to the end of our road every 5 to 6 minutes until 6.30pm at night. As you can imagine this is very convenient as we barely use the car at all and can keep it in the garage when the weather is bad. Jack and I walk to work together, Jack walks me to my office because that’s love and when I reach my desk I’m usually 30 minutes early. I hate getting to work so early but it’s the best way to avoid an over cramped bus with too many students that all smell of body odor and mistakes.
Besides it gives me time to get into the mindset of being surrounded by people all day.

Throughout the day I do my job, which is what it is. My job helps pay to fund our habits of travel, swords, cameras and never ending balls of yarn – – until one day my books take the stand and see me paid for for the rest of my probably short life. Then I can have a sommerhus in Denmark and be surrounded by home when ancestral air whenever I like, and fly back to Wyoming or Texas; wherever my horses may be. Who knows, I may wish to return home for good one day. Denmark is very different these days though however.


When there is down time at work that is when I force myself to write, and some days it truly is a battle.
I’m lucky in that I can always produce good content when it comes to writing, but for me it is about find the adequate content for the right project. Anyway, I’ll put on my inspirational music which brings down my heart rate so I can relax into my story, and I can sit and type for hours and forget the day. That is the happiest and most pleasant part of my work day. I tested my heartrate theory the last few days in fact because I’m odd like that but with the way my heart has been in the past it’s not a bad idea to keep a close eye on it. My heart rate is at the same rate when I’m sleeping as it is when I’m writing, whereas the moment someone speaks to me or asked me to do something its rockets up to 78. That to me is proof that my body craves words like sex and air, and that I should probably go to the doctor but I’m not paying for that shit. If I do not write I become sick in the mind. Going to work I see as a way to force and teach myself into a routine where I can bring writing to fruition on a consistent basis. If only I could do the same with reading but if my bosses see me with a book in my hand that might be over kill. I do try to read a little before I sleep, you cannot write if you do not read. Then you are doing half the work and hoping for the best.

And that is where I am sitting right now. At work writing to you because today is a day where my novel and I are finding it hard to figure each other out. I find myself counting the minutes to lunch time every day because I do intermittent fasting where I don’t begin to eat until noon and then I stop eating at 8pm. At higher altitude that is a pretty hard habit to get into but I’m slowly making progress. I’ve made myself a special lunch today of fruit, home-made rye bread, dried cherry + spinach + kale salad with a dark chocolate oat drink. I made Jacks lunch for him last night and that was when the incident with blasted unboil-able rice occurred and no I’m not ready to talk about it. My heart rate immediately went to a solid 75 just mentioning it. 😉


So when I have finished here I shall go get my lunch and watch YouTube videos during my break. Proceed with whatever writing that I can until its home time. When that jubilant moment comes forth I shall find Jack, get on the bus and ride home to my domicile with pride and freedom in my heart.  Supposedly we are making a trip to Walmart for a new apple TV and then coming home where I will cook a Danish Meal called “millionbøf,” with scallions and vegetable spaghetti and bison meat.
Wow. Could that be anymore westernized than that? Bison meat instead of lovely Danish cows. I might even allow myself a dr.pepper (i did).  The space heater that looks like a cackle-oven will be lit and that’s when I’ll post this.


I’ve also planned my first real video since we’ve moved here, but when I have time to film it will be the question. I’ve been trying to discover the best settings in premier pro for exporting videos and the best camera settings but I’m not quite there yet. When I watch back my YouTube videos (rare) I notice that it looks compressed/sharpness has gone to balls and no matter what I do seems to fix the issue. I expect its many factors but its pisses me off. Its also a large part of the reason I don’t post as many videos as I’d like.


I wish you a good night and i hope you enjoyed a more in depth view of my life.
More to follow i’m sure. How did you spend your Friday today? 

torsdag

Its a quiet Thursday evening with the space heater on full. Waiting on the weekend like most folk do. This evening i had a fight with a pot of rice that wouldn’t boil at any heat due to our altitude, blasted piece of horse shit. Our oil lamps are lighted and warming our night though however, so all is not lost. At the moment i’m trying to knit all my current projects before Christmas and sadly i’m not a very fast knitter, at this point im flogginga dead horse but i refuse let it beat me.  The project i want to work on is put on hold for the one i should be working on. Lately I’ve started playing bass and piano again which is clearing out all the gunk thats been hiding in the corners of my mind. People have told me often to pick one thing and focus on that, but i don’t understand how i’m supposed to do such a thing. Having tried a few times i’ve found that more impossible than simply juggling all my interests on my shoulders. Today at work i had another great day of writing, a full 7 hours i believe i managed to write. Slowly but surely the story is completing itself, a myth i had heard tell of but until lately never experienced. At this point it doesn’t feel like the story needs me for much longer and that i am simply a pawn while it takes over.

Have a good night.


novel idea

I was going to start by saying that winter is almost upon us in Wyoming, but it’d be a bald faced lie.
The snow has been yo-yoing worse than a cheap whore lately and it’s hard to plan for weather that can’t decide what the fuck it’s doing, but welcome to the West. It feels strange that we’ve already been living here for nearly three months.


I’ve applied for some hours at an equestrian centre that I’m hoping to hear from this week, and I really hope I can get some barn chore hours during the weekend. I’m made for tough graft not so much office lazing, I detest being kept inside and staring a screen for 80% of my week. Unfortunately I had to give up my little job at the antique place because I won’t be around in the holiday season and I can’t really be depended to work every weekend where I have to interact with people professionally.  A horse place I can handle, because I figure they’ll be more like me here… with any luck.  Its not a huge loss because it wasn’t supposed to be a long term thing, i only wanted a bit of income until i found something full time.


I’ve also been spending a lot of time working on my novel that I was supposed to try and finish this year, but I ended up falling a little behind. Right now I’m scouting around for possible literary agents that might enjoy my work but that’s slightly tedious as I know what I write is very good, but I don’t know that an agent will but I suppose we’ll see what it brings. I realize I’ll be facing a shite tone of rejections and it can take years before books get published, but all the more time to improve I suppose. Lately I’ve just been feeling the inspiration I was been lacking in New England so my fingers are truly growing numb with considering how much write  (hand write + type) when I should be working. I do my job but when there’s nothing else on my agenda I will write. Some days, much like today, I had nothing to do and wrote from 8am till around 4.30pm or whenever I’ll finish revising this blog draft. And realized something, something it’s taken years for me to realize. I am born to tell stories; whether it is on stage with an audience or whether it is through poetry and prose. It doesn’t matter. I have often imagined the life of a writer and what it’s like. The more I write and force myself to make time for it the more I realize that that’s for the life of me. I can be anywhere in the world and I can tell a story. Every day around 8:30am I do my writing exercise and each becomes a beautiful little prose of unimpeded emotion that needed to be filtered from my heart in order to make more progress with the main works. I’ve actually been toying with the idea of creating a little book of all my small exercise pieces, however as you can imagine I have many ideas in the works as I always am apt and so nothing will probably become of any. That’s fine, at least I bled to try.

I don’t know what the future will bring, and I don’t know that right now that’s so very important to me – what’s important is what we’re doing now. Planning trips to deadwood, guest ranches, Denmark and planning weekends at home with pizza, historical documentaries and picture editing. Don’t get me wrong I have an outline of things I’d like to do. Hopefully I’ll be taking a class at the University and in the spring I’ll be applying to attend the school of horseshoeing in Cheyenne. I genuinely hope this can come to fruition but it depends a lot on saving up the funds in time. I don’t even know that I’ll be good at it, but I want to give it a try as I’ve done everything else that interested me up till now. So I’m not about to stop learning and doing new things.  Besides I’m still holding on to that dream of my own farm with a horse shoeing station in the barn and a view of Nevada or Texas or even Wyoming outside the rolling door. Its right there next to the tall ship dream but whichever one comes is more than welcome, but for right now I’m living the cowboy life and it mostly feels like a dream.

I think for now that’s enough from me.