i got accepted!

I got accepted!

Hang on. Let me go back. I wrote this blogpost on Monday and a lot has happened since then. Let’s rewind so you know what i’m talking about.

“Monday came around too damn fast like she always does. I’m currently watching “I hus til halsen” and drinking iced tea at work. I’ve finished my writing exercise for today and just need to psych myself up to begin working on my novel. There’s not much for me to do at work right now – emails are answered, projects completed on Friday and so until I hear anything else – this time becomes me time. I’m looking forward to lunch too. I’m trying to get back into my fasting meaning I eat from 12.00pm till around 7/8.00pm.  Sometimes I miss the deadline in the evening because I get home late from work and have to shower, then make dinner. But I stick to it as best I can. The only time I let loose is on the weekends. This weekend I went for a run in the snow and it just put my heart back in its place, after having been broken from leaving home.

I’m still eagerly refreshing my emails to see if the horseshoeing school has returned with a verdict for me. I mentioned signing up in my previous blogpost that you can read here. They said it’d take a couple of weeks for them to review my application, but I’m checking consistently since I applied – which was 4 days ago.  I’m just too damn excited! In the mean time I’ve been researching my butt off, reading everything I can about the experience and what it entitles. I found a great link to an article detailing what I can expect, you can read it here, and now I’m pumped. I really hope they accept me, because I think I’d be damn good at this as a profession. At the moment I have been between books and unable to decide what I’m in the mood for but I’m figuring that I’ll pick up my hoof care and farrier books, perhaps try to get a head start if possible with the general knowledge part of the course. I don’t want to walk in without an idea.

I would really have like to have taken the 8 weeks course but I don’t currently have to funds for that. Besides, I don’t want to pay an insane amount for such a long course to find out it’s not for me, worst case scenario of course. I also don’t know that I’ll even be in Wyoming all that long because my paper heart already flew off to Texas without me, sodding thing.
So the two week course is perfect for me right now. Later on I plan to attend a Farrier school in Texas when I’m all settled and that’ll be the long one. And I suppose that’s my current career plan – that and writing of course. Writing is constantly on my mind. If I had the ability to take a month off I believe my book would be finished, and I can then focus of my book of poetry and moral ramblings.

Girl in the woods
Lingering on future plans in the dark nordic woods at home.

Hopefully we’ll buy our own land and I can have an old blacksmith shop by the barn in some picturesque rugged country on the Lone Star panhandle. I want to wake up before sunset every day and smoke a pipe before I start work.  And I’m closer to my dream now than I’ve ever been. It all depends on whether I get in.  I wouldn’t be able to survive on an artist’s wage until some publisher discovered my books and paid me the price. I don’t want to be rich — I want to be happy, but I’ve received such wonderful and  supportive feed back on my writing lately that im in awe of you all. Thank you.

So I plan to work as a farrier to help fill my coffers. With any the land we acquire, that wonderful day ahead of us, will be large enough for filming westerns and shorts. Jack and I already have a few ideas in our notebooks we’d like to try. We have a few creative friends in Texas we plan on getting involved. My bridesmaid for one – I will make can actor out of him if I kills me. He’s like the Woodrow Call to Jacks Gus McCrea. And if this point is reached my horses will be rescues that need a place to sleep, retire and somewhere the sun can warm their backs all year long. Sweet Texas. I’ll use them for film work to, but the choice will ultimately be theirs.
Do you hear that? That empty sound is the noise of my empty pockets before I even began to dream. Haha. I’ve never let money stop me. Money is nothing, it helps but it won’t stop me getting there or wherever. Right now we’re working for our dreams and it’s exciting really, hard but exciting. Now I don’t know how well this plan will work out, or if it’ll ever come to fruition at all; but it’s a plan I’m loving the sound of. And for as long as my current job lasts I’ll do what I have to and write as much as I can and save every penny.

I’d also like to eventually donate farrier services to charity horse sanctuaries that I care about when I feel I have the skill. There’s a particular one I cherish and hope to visit in Santa Fe New Mexico one day (and another in Argyle, TX). We could take two weeks, drive over there, trim their hooves and volunteer.  I’d like to build up a happy and trusting relationship with clients that won’t drive me crazy, and live happily in my blacksmithing, acting and writing. Why it’s such a crazy-ass dream that I fill up with joy just writing about it. I think we can make it happen.”

Back to today. I’ve truly struggled with the novel the last few days and yesterday was a little miserable for me. However, today i received a phone call — that i ignored; i never pick up the phone. And there was no voice mail message left. Madam forgot that she had turned off her mobile data — i turned it on and there in my inbox that was bursting at its seams was a 19 voice mail from Cheyenne Wyoming.
“Could it be? They’ve said no. I bet thats it. After the week i’ve already had this will top it off.”
“Bella! We want to talk to you about to application to the Wyoming School of Horse shoeing — please call back.”

Close up of a donkey
This handsome Nebraska burro.

I rushed to the union student center for my lunch and eagerly called. The lady was so lovely and excited, i’ve been accepted. $1900 for the two weeks and an addition $1400 for tools. The tools caught me unawares but i’m willing to pay it to make sure i have exactly what i need.
But it made my day, my week and i am so excited to live on their ranch for two weeks with the bison, horse shoeing activities and the all the other experiences. I really wasn’t sure i’d be accepted! She even said, as i live quite close, that i could come and take a look around the place before i pay for the course to be sure. I’m hoping to converse with her again asap to arrange a time to go there and meet her.

Anyway. I got accepted!!! Im so ecstatic. The happiness i feel about this farrier school business that it makes up for losing out on the class i desperately wanted to do at UW. Im so grateful for Jack helping me and being there every step of the way. I really couldn’t live the life that i do without him. Hug your others tonight, the deserve it.

Thanks for reading this long blog post.
I hope you’re all doing well.

20 hours & the daily grind

I’m back on the daily grind, running on very little sleep and Danish withdrawal symptoms. I’ve been listening to a fun Danish podcast all morning which helps fool my brain into thinking home isn’t all that far away. But its 2 days away and shit tonne of miles. This was the longest trip of my damn life but in the best kept company.


20 hrs
The start of 20 hours in an airport.. when you’re already exhausted

We were stuck in Heathrow for 20 hours, and it was horrible. We spent our time watching Father Ted, i played on the baby grand in Terminal 3 till the early hours of the morning, and we watched the night mice scrounging for old food under the seats. A lady told me  we weren’t allowed to take pictures. We promptly cussed her out under bated breath. After i finished taking my pictures of course. Unfortunately due to her interuption i missed my mouse picture, however, out of pure stubborness i just took pictures of chairs to piss her off.

Suitcases
Lunch at Heathrow

I haven’t been to Heathrow since i was little, but by christ its an awful airport now. Cramped, dirty and seriously over priced. If i wanted walk behind people who aimlessly stand around in awe of the fucking ceiling… holy shit. The good thing about being there so long was the easy access to all the hot and spicy monster munch i wanted, and pink lemonade lucozade too. Love that shit. I found that a lot of the food i thought i missed wasn’t as great as i remembered, but i expect i’ll miss it something fierce just the same. We also had a lovely evening dinner at a fancy place which i forget the name of. I got a pizza and Jack had fish amd chips. Not too shabby.

Boots on suitcase
People watching while Jack sleeps

I got next to no sleep. I cannot for the life of me sleep sitting up or with strangers around. Im always on high alert in an airport. We’d found a quiet terminal to sit in when the airport closed, but were shooed out like vermin around 1.30am by some rude little asshole with teeth spuing from the roof of his mouth. He said we could leave the airport, which wouldve caused a shit tonne of trouble as Jack didnt have a visa .. but he insisted that didnt matter just to get us to leave. We refused and were rushed to terminal 5 where all the other people on long stints were kept like gerbils in a sardine case. He actually shouted at us when he had to repeat himself because he had an accent and too much saliva in his mouth. Talk fucking clearly and maybe not at 9283mph. Damn. As you can see im still pretty aggravated about it, but you dont talk to people like that just because your dumb ass wants to get home to an empty flat with rot of the walls, so you can masturbate over women you cant afford. I didnt tell him that, because i have a habit og making people cry so i said my please and thank yous and rolled out all the polites. Idiot.

Suitcases
Almost 34 hours later and we’ve finally landed in America

The flight was comfortable, we sat in two relatively private seats at the very back of the plane. We had plenty of room and we were about as comfortable as we could be in economy. No screaming babies neither. Thank fuck for that.

Pastel sunset
Back to the daily grind

After the two bus rides and a car ride we finally arrived home. Worse for wear and tired as all hell, slightly agrieved by idiots in airports. I actually had trouble leaving Billund because of my name, but the girl was clearly lacking education and common sense, thinking she could take on my mother. Not to mention Jack who, just by insisting helped talk them i to accepting my LEGAL greencard. Anyway we showered the world away and had walmart pizza. I dont remember much else.

Sun up
Hello Wyo!

And then it was straight up the next morning to go to work. 36hours or so of travelling and little sleep as well as lack of patience. And back on the daily grind for us. What champs we are, but would you look at the sun up we were greeted with this morning? Like a kiss in a candy shop.

what i do when i disappear

Its been a few days since i wrote on the blog. I haven’t been particularly busy but i occasionally enjoy turning off from social media and emails. Actually i enjoy it quite a lot. I refuse to depend on technology, having it rule every inch. No sir, i wont be a part of that. The only real social platform i like through and through is blogging — i really enjoy reading about others and the parts of their lives they decide to share. Do you have a favourite blog? Let me know in the comments!

Anyway, this is what i did when i was off the grid.

jack rabbit tracks in the snow

I wore my favourite wellington boots in the snow and stood in the sunshine, living it up to the max.

this is the sweater i’m currently working on, it’s a Danish variation of the Norwegian traditional sweater with closure clasps.

I knitted for hours and hours and hours and hours etc.

pink lemonade infused water with a whole grain cheese and bell pepper thin.

I had quiet lunches watching Danish tv, specifically a show called “Doggystyle” which is pretty damn good.

beginnings and hope and onwards.

I followed the sunshine as it swung from East to West.

light snow flakes and ready for a saturday evening run

I went for a run in the snowy evening.

the same shade of red as the danish flag <3

I appreciated a fence, because paint-faded anything is worth a second look. Couldn’t you just image a bunch of nutty kids running past this fence on their way to a scary-ass adventure that turns into the next best seller? I would be the redhead kid that was stronger than an ox and twice as ornery.

We took a drive through Albany county to see the sleepy mountains under their blankets of snow and clouds.

And thats what i did.
I dreamt about writing and ghost stories and where the birds go at night. Tomorrow it’s back to work, but this week is a three day week and that means two extra days of utter bewildering freedom of no bras or tied up hair. No unflattering trousers or button up shirts. Thats the life. What do you do when you go off the grid?

Have a great week, sugar.
Be free and find happiness in a candle light.
It all counts.

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? 

side tracked

I haven’t been side tracked, but the blog has been put on the proverbial burner — something you probably figured considering i neglected to write for over a month.
As of late everything has been slowly falling into place. Most of my days i spend writing. Last week i managed to get through the parts of my novel that were a mystery to me for so long and had proven bothersome —  now i’m on the home stretch.  I can see the end and i’m full of beans, high as a kite, bright eyed and bushy tailed, whatever it is positive people spout when life gives them a break in the dark.
When i haven’t been writing and working 8 to 5, we’ve been enjoying having our evenings + weekends back now that i finished drivers ed. Thus far we’ve been knocking things off our to-do list consistently since we’ve arrived in Wyoming.  This weekend we’ve been out mustang chasing, photographing and caring for a wounded bird that curled up by our back door Saturday morning.  The bird issue was NOT on my list however– surprisingly  when we took it to the vet they refused to help us and animal control/wildlife centers are closed during weekends. Thus it fell to us to put the birds leg into a splint with antibiotics, and it seems to be much better this morning. With any luck it’ll have wind beneath its wings as soon as possible. Hopefully we can keep it comfortable as possible without stressing the shit out of it.
Anyway I guess you can assume that life is pretty great, or gone to all kinds of hell, when i’m not blogging. Nevertheless  i should attempt to remember to write when things go well, and not just when i’m in the mood for an unmerciful diatribe at the expense of some ignorant fool who was brave enough to cross me.

But i digress and this blogpost is finished.

Adieu.

In a desert amongst the American mustangs with my books on my mind, and food.