19 days of blogging everyday ... sometimes more than once a day.
And it's interesting, for me, to realise that the more I write the more I want to write. Last Wednesday I took time out to photograph an event and that had its own rewards. And then Saturday I took a little more time and interviewed a truly interesting woman.
But always, I return to the writing. And the book is growing. And it's just as I had experienced, twice before, it feels something like a pregnancy. I didn't finish the other two books, I didn't make time ... it was life then, the usual excuses I guess. But with this book ... there is always some thing that is happening with it, some thing that excites me at least once a week.
Of course, there are all the other things too. I guess they would be the equivalent of cramps too early in the pregnancy, gestational diabetes, elevated bp ... the highs and the lows of growing something you very much want in your life.
My cousin, Julie, the creature who so generously took me traveling with her back in October, has finally arrived in New Zealand. She left her life in the Cayman Islands a few months ago, came to Italy via a lone roadtrip in the UK, then stayed with us in Belgium, and we did some more of Europe together, and she did Lisbon, and later traveled on to Greece and Malaysia and Australia alone ... but I know I have forgotten some of the 'everywhere' of her travels.
However at some point I realised she had my October interviews, the three I had worked on in Genova. She had bought a voice recorder there, saying she needed one ... but really it was so I could borrow it because mine was back in Acqui Terme. She's like that, one of the kindest people I know. And so I had a series of delightful interviews recorded on it. It was a crazy-busy time and somehow I never downloaded them because there was always tomorrow.
Having finally arrived in Christchurch, New Zealand a couple of days ago, she was able to send them while I slept last night, despite another earthquake there. And as I downloaded them, I realised how nervous I had been about it all. The nausea slowly disappeared as I realised they were all there. They're for the book too.
So it's like that these days. The weekend was impossible, Monday was challenging. Today ... today has started so well. And I received an exquisite book in the mail. Oh and last night, I was introduced to the most interesting Norwegian brothers. Not really 'introduced' actually. But they call themselves Ylvis. I don't know which youtube to link too because you have to see them all ...
So ... probably everyone else knows about their song that went viral. (They're mortified about it just by the way which I find hilarious.) They explain some of it to Ellen Degeneres here. The song they're talking of is here ... What Does The Fox Say.
But I think this is the best of their story found so far. An interview they did on a Norwegian talkshow. It begins in Norwegian but only the introduction. Like so many Europeans they speak beautiful English.