I am moving


Dear readers, followers and likers of   trynomore

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAFrom now on I have moved this blog to

www.trynomore.se

At this new adress you may continue reading about my posts on meditation, yoga, reading, walking and writing. Poems, quotes, music and minimalism.

If you are one of my followers please re-follow in this new adress

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See you there

/Sten

Expansion!

12juli Caminon

Dear reader. I must tell you where I am at this moment – writingwise that is. This year has been a big year, for me, in this aspect.

Up until six years ago I was synonymous with playing and teaching the guitar. From my seventeenth year until then, the guitar and playing/making music was what I did, most of the time. Teaching, playing, practicing… but, things change and so did I.
I finished my teaching career and began walking a new path. I didn´t know then that writing was to be a major interrest for me, but slowly it has become clear that´s the fact.

Writing is my new passion. I have been writing earlier in my life but most often as a reaction to something happening in my life. Today I write and express myself all the time.

This Blog is one of the tools for that. For december I made my self the promise to write a post everyday. I have not succeeded all the way but I´m satisfied anyway.

Writingcourses is a second way. This weekend a Uni course is halfway through. We performed spoken poetry for eachother. Magic. I say, it´s magic to hear all the different poetry from my friends and to be able (and brave) to share my own poetry with them. The dialogueexercise was a surprisingly interresting practise resulting in many personal reflections from our separate lives.

Scripts for the scen and film is a third way of expression. Today, me and a friend, a scriptwriter, is working hard finishing a filmscript that we aim to be pitching during next year. Cooperating with director and productioncompanies is a new and challanging project. It´s great fun developing the story that began in 2006 in Romania, still alive and kickin´.

A book is growing in my head, an idea is developing slowly. I hope to be able to collect my old material and organize it as a book. It´s like a big challange and a little scary at the same time, and very rewarding and developing.

It´s fine to experience that I am still expansive and curious after all these years and I think
it´s due to the fact that I don´t stop myself from doing the things that come to my mind. I get a lot of ideas and inspiration from reading books and blogs, Learning new stuff. Experiencing others views from, of, in, with life all over the planet.

So. Next year might be a year with stuff to produce and to create films, books, blogposts, novels, spoken poetry, staging… sharing… showing…

I can´t wait! Come new year! Come 2014! Show me what you got for me!

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Wondering

Today I read on a blogg, that I follow,  that she had the ambition to be a writer since she was a young,  young girl. She had great storytellers around and she used to sit at their feet and listen. To stories,  poetry. That’s the context she grow up in and formed her writing life.
I try to campare my life with hers. My context as young and I find it very different. I come from a silent family. Yes, we spoke, but not much storytelling.  Book reading to some extent. My mother read me childrens books (dont remember wich though) and I have a strong memory of goodnight singing. I also remember looking in “One Thousand and One Nights” with great interrest. The pictures if decapitated heads and barebreasted woman. But.  My grandparents I remember as silent. My parents not quite as silent. Me growing up as number three, playing a lot by myself, practicing solitude. Where does my need for writingcome from? Why do I love the words? And why does it come to me late in life? Im glad for it,  but I wonder from where the need and ambition comes from. There is also a need to share my written words with others, though I consider myself,  and is beeing considered as a shy person.  Where does it come from?

….from a “should” to a “must”….

This will be my first full year with a blog. It started as an “excuse” and a motivation for writing. It has been (and is) an activity filled with surprising ingredients. The world of blogging is huge and full of people with interesting, challenging, surprising posts, Imse vimse bortapictures, themes. I´m being linked round the world giving me opportunity to meet with interesting personalities with masses of experience and knowledge. I’m reading and learning what other bloggers suggests for having a successful blogg – I write regularly, I read and follow other bloggers, I write about subjects in wich I have strong interest, I comment, I like etc. etc.

One blogg (among others) that I have followed  from the start is “the minimalists”. Their post “CREATE YOUR MASTERPIECE, A 16-STEP GUIDE” has influenced me a lot and stands as a navigator and energizer for me. Even though I had an intuitive idea that it was as “simple” as that the post has helped me to lift these 16 steps up from the dusty floor to the height of my eyes and on top priority in my mind.

What have I done so far? Well, I have begun exercising (swimming) again, I have increased my yogasessions with onehoundred percent, I have begun my “writing a novel” project, I am taking one day of from work for writing and doing “my” things, I’m fighting procrastination on a daily basis, I have resumed an “old” writingproject from last year with a friend so there´s a number of things going on and I am satisfied with my achievements so far.
Input is important. Very. Working on the “old” project with my friend gives that. Watching and listening to writers, authors, poets, and 
reading of course. Today I read much more then ever, books in bed, in the couch, sitting in the chair, listening to and reading books on my phone. The world of the word is amazing. You can do so much with them. And nowadays it´s possible to read and write everywhere and everytime. If I have a short coffeebreak by myself I write. I only wish I could read faster (I´m working on this too). There are SO many books I wanna read.

I have entered a new path. I have walked a short distance and I like it. I like the views. I like the co-walkers I meet. I say hello to them and ask for the way. How far is it? What equipment do I need? Where can I rest? Where can I find inspiration and input?

Do you want to walk with me? Then please tell me what you want to talk about and we´ll walk together.

Writing the book

DSC_0472Today is the second monday that I’m free spending my day writing. My goal is to write ten stories from my memories of Camino de Santiago from 2007 and four  years on. I have the pictures and the diary to help me. My memory fills in the rest. I have decided not to stop myself but to write everything that comes to my mind (normal). I must not be my own censor now. Later I will do all the adjustments, deletions, additions, restructuring. It’s nice to have this goal. It’s nessecary. Essential. To me. I start the day with a long walk. That´s when my brain starts working. Ideas come and go. I begin writing at ten. Break for lunch. Stop writing at five pm. I need this structure otherwise I will begin to procrastinate. I also need to have a tidy desk. At this moment I’m not satisfied with the writingenvironment. But I am new in this and I know that I slowly will organize it. I don’t want to be disturbed so I have killed my phone and my internet (except when I need help with facts, synonyms etc). Inspiration comes when I write. It’s like unraveling a skein. First I don’t know where to begin. I’m searching for the beginning. When I finally find it it often goes well for a while but then it stops again (a yarn not).  I force myself to take breaks doing things like coffee and a bisquit, looking out the window, food for the cat, listening to sounds from outside, take a walk. My brain wants change, variety and surprises. And I have this wonderful goal – publishing. Why is this important? Why can’t I just write for my self? For my own pleasure? Well it is my own pleasure too – of course. To have this goal gives writing a nerve. A motivation to do it well and good. I don’t know how I will do this or if it will be possible but I have begun to travel and I don’t know where the journey will end or wich road I will go. Terrifying and exciting.

Getting rid of books and….

Today I continue my travel towards a minimalistic lifestyle. The bookmountain beside my bed is gone and many books in the bookshelf to. It is relatively easy to say goodbye to books. Books that I have read years ago have left some kind of mark on me but I will not read them again. Giftbooks though – I decide to keep them – they are reminders and I can’t leave them (now).
After the books I continue to copies and stuff from courses I’ve done. I empty the binders filled with paper and slides – into the bin. From my career as musicteacher I have loads of copies of notes – In the bin. Some of the musicbooks will be nice gifts to my collegues. I feel lighter and lighter for every step I take. I become more and more skilled in letting things go. I am certain that all the stuff I have round me saddens me and holds me back. The more stuff I leave the quicker I go.