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What do you want?
- Jesus
- Love (friends, family)
- Art, to live and breathe and soak in it
- Fresh flowers
HappinessTruth- To run away and see the world
Keep writing these lists. Find what doesn’t change.
DIY Birthday present
For my friend who didn’t want anyone to buy anything, so I just painted something small. Also, it says “For Julia, who always is so much laughter and summer and sunshine” She always has the cosiest late summer night birthday parties, it feels like stepping into a real life inspirational pinterest board.
02.35
Look at these pictures and guess what time it is. 


Or well, I suppose the title kinda gives it away. But yeah, Swedish summer for you. Bright as day at 02.35 in the night. And it’s hard to go to bed when you’re in love with the night and can have it without darkness. Also, I love painting when the world is asleep.
Good night wishes to all of you. (And even those of you who dream best when you’re awake, don’t be like me and forget to sleep.)
Problem of The Artist (The Ability – Ambition Gap)
- What you want to express, say, do.
- Your ability to do it.
Art journal video!
So I practiced my editing skills a bit by editing a video of me flipping through my journal. And it’s not the highest quality of art haha, just whatever random things I feel like writing or doodling, but it’d mean a lot if you checked it out anyway! And I’m thinking about uploading more videos, so subscribe if you think that’s a good idea. Peace out or something
T minus 30 (days)
5 things I’m stressed out over
- I’ve got no job for the summer. Because I was going to maybe be involved in this dance project, but then nothing happened.
- Well, I’ve got no plans for life at all pretty much (quite a lot of dreams though).
- in 30 days I graduate and I have a million things to do before then.
- In 30 days I’ll leave my class in school, my art class, my dance class, my christian school group, all these small communities that I’ve taken for granted.
- What if I fail doing everything I’ve ever wanted.
5 things I’m grateful for
- I have so many fun things ahead of me during these last few weeks.
- How a school class always becomes really social when everyone realises that this will end soon.
- This is such a beautiful and bittersweet time.
- That I haven’t let fear of uncertainty lead me to seek structure I do not want.
- What if I succeed.
Painting of the day
My NaNoWriMo survival kit!
As mentioned in my previous post, I’m gonna do NaNoWriMo this year! (Don’t know what it is? Check out http://nanowrimo.org/about). And for this month, there are a few things I’m definitely gonna need to survive, so I thought I’d share them with you. Without further ado;
NaNoWriMo survival kit
- Coffee, if you like coffee.
- Other stuff, if you like other stuff. Like tea, hot chocolate.. because writers DO NOT HAVE TO BE OBSESSED WITH COFFE. Seriously you guys.
- Kindness. This is why telling people about NaNoWriMo is a good thing. I usually don’t tell a lot of people, simply because I always have a thousand projects going on and I’m not the type of person who feels the need to share them all. But you want people to support you, people close to you, and obviously people in your home. Nothing beats an unexpected food tray on late evenings when your writing has made you forget the concept of eating anything else than words and sentences.
- Links to all the amazing writing tips and inspiration there is out there. I’m gonna write a post with all of my favourite links in a few days, and I’ll link it here, but for starters here’s at least my writing board on pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/eiriaan/writing/
- Tools. Where will you write? In word? Scrivener? Maybe on actual paper? And even if you’re oh so modern and prefer everything digital, make sure that you actually own paper. Yes, that can still be useful, even in this day of age. I keep my journal, a simple, moleskine thing, with me everywhere I go. Seriously. I might take it with me if I’m just going upstairs, turning halfway up the stairs because I forgot it. Also, art stuff can be fun if you’re into that, if you like to for example draw your character designs.
- Music. If that’s your thing. Compile a few playlists, maybe different ones for different moods? Personally, I prefer silence. I can’t even study while listening to music. Sometimes, with very particular songs, it can work. Or if the volume’s so low I can barely hear it. Or maybe if it is the song that inspired that certain paragraph. Some things I like to have on low volume though, or maybe listen to while thinking about the story, is the playlist Creativity Boost from spotify, and this video on youtube! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShI_fv38qYQ
- A cage. Where you can lock away every part of you that screams about grammar, structure and actual good writing. NaNoWriMo is not about that, and the faster you realize it the better. It’s about getting a rough draft out on paper. To find out what your story is actually about. Remember that you’re.. what is it they say? Let me google it.. right, this: “I’m writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.” -Shannon Hale
Happy writing!
Summer evenings and writing
I should just write. Maybe the inspiration will flow from my brain like the ink from my pen and maybe the sound of violently pressing the keyboard will bring my heart to a path and back from the distracted zone of nowhere and everywhere. Maybe I should write because I actually do have things to write about, friends and laughter that have passed by, and imaginary people in faraway cultures whose adventures lies at my feet, waiting for my hands and letters. And maybe I should not write. Maybe I should never write again because I never write when I’m happy. Or maybe I should just learn to find another source to creativity, bright days and sunshine instead of bittersweetness and hearts teared apart. And maybe I should write because whatever the answer is, I know that the only way to find it is searching through my thoughts, and the only way to search through my thoughts is falling through them line for line, a never-ending flood of commas and vowels and me.



And every now and then I get in a mood where I do












