søndag den 29. december 2019

Forfatterstatus 2019

Udgivelse, fast job som spiludvikler efter års pause, livet som udgiven forfatter og alt det dér. 2019 var året hvor jeg nåede et mål, som blev sat næsten fem år tidligere, nemlig at udgive en bog.

Det har været et begivenhedsrigt år med både op- og nedture, hårde realiteter, masser af drømme og luft under vingerne.







Første store skridt
var, at jeg vendte tilbage til livet som spiludvikler i januar. Nærmere bestemt hos firmaet Sybo, som mange nok kender for spillet Subway Surfers. Deraf tegningen af Zpoony på hoverboard ;) Det har været spændende og hårdt og fedt at have fingrene i leveldesign igen, og selvom det kun var meningen at det skulle være en midlertidig ansættelse på nogle måneder, så er jeg stadig godt i gang her et år efter :). Der er noget helt særligt ved spiludvikling, som er meget svært at slippe når man først er godt i gang!



Balance og travlhed. Jeg er meget glad for mit job, men der er også en bagside, som langsomt sneg sig ind på mig i løbet af foråret: Balancen mellem at arbejde, at skrive og at have en familie er svær. Hvordan finder man tid til både at være en produktiv forfatter, en god level designer og en nærværende mor og kæreste? Det er svært, sværere end det så ud på papiret på forhånd. Indtil videre er min bedste løsning at tænke på fokus som noget man vælger at vende et sted hen. Sådan lidt ligesom Saurons onde øje, der kun kigger ét sted ad gangen ( bare ikke helt så ondt, hehe ;) ). Det lyder måske lidt firkantet, men det hjælper mig med at acceptere at jeg ikke kan alting på én gang. Og at nogle ting er vigtigere end andre. Først fokus på de vigtigste ting lige nu, og så ser man bagefter hvor man kan vende sit Sauron-øje hen ;)



Den store milepæl, som i dagen-jeg-næsten-havde-glemt-skulle-komme, kom midt på året. Udgivelsen af min første roman.
Den første lange historie med mit navn på forsiden var pludselig virkelighed. Det er stadig lidt surrealistisk og jeg er stadig umådelig stolt når jeg kigger på bogen. Og stadig paf over hvor stort et stykke teamwork sådan en bog er, og ikke mindst dybt, dybt taknemmelig overfor alle de folk omkring mig, der har hjulpet bogen, universet og Cas og alle de andre karakterer på vej. I november 2014 gik jeg i gang med at skrive, først en måned, så et halvt år, og så greb det om sig. 4½ år senere stod jeg med bogen i hånden. Sjovt som en hurtig ide og en beslutning taget på mavefornemmelsen får ens liv til at tage et ordentligt sporskifte og udmønter sig i en bog.



Efter det første adrenalin-sus havde lagt sig blev der pludselig meget stille for den nyslåede forfatter. Hvad nu? tænkte jeg. Bogen var sendt ud i verden, men modsat hvad man måske i sit storhedsvanvid forestiller sig hjemme foran tastaturet når man sveder blod og tårer over sin tekst, så stopper verden ikke nødvendigvis når éns bog træder ind på scenen ;). Det kan godt ske selvfølgelig, og er man heldig eller har man skrevet noget helt aktuelt, der får folk til at stoppe op med det samme så kan man nok godt få lov til at opleve, at verden stopper, bare en lille smule.
Men det var nu ikke helt det, der skete for mig ;). Det var mere noget med at vente og se om der måske kom nogle små dønninger på et tidspunkt efter at teksten var søsat.
Det gjorde der.
De første anmeldelser begyndte at komme ind, og de var heldigvis overvejende positive. "Modig øko-fantasy", "gribende og medrivende", "imponerende flot debut", "pageturner" og ikke mindst en enkelt sammenligning med en af mine forfatterhelte Jeff Vandermeer var noget, der fik mig til at hoppe og springe af glæde. Og det absolut allerbedste var og er stadig, hvis jeg hører fra unge eller forældre til unge læsere, der har læst bogen og kan lide den. "Jeg kunne godt lide Skovrå og vil rigtig gerne læse fortsættelsen. Hvornår kommer den?" er ganske simpelt den bedste anmeldelse jeg kan få. Det gør mig så glad hver eneste gang, og giver mig lyst til at løbe hen til tasterne og skrive løs. Faktisk er det ofte det, der sker ;)
Men der var også mere kritisk omtale af teksten, som er meget sværere at modtage end jeg havde forestillet mig. Det er på én gang fedt at have kritiske læsere og få forbeholdne anmeldelser, fordi det også er med til at få én til at vokse og forstå, hvor man måske kan gøre det bedre næste gang, men det gør overraskende ondt. "Jeg havde problemer med sproget", "nogle ting fungerede ikke rigtigt" og "lidt langsom start" lyder måske ikke som voldsom kritik, men det kan mærkes når man læser dem. Og det er godt at det kan mærkes! Det skal det jo, når man har så meget på spil :). Og meget at lære endnu.


Nominering! Da året var ved at være omme faldt der lige en uventet appelsin ned i turbanen.
Skovrå er nomineret. Sådan ægte nomineret til en pris! Nemlig til Årets Lydbogspris i kategorien ungdomsroman.
Jeg har selv lyttet til lydbøger siden de dage, hvor man gik rundt med en walkman i sin bæltetaske og fodrede den med endeløse antal kasettebånd hjembragt fra bibliotekets lydbogshylder, hvor hver titel fyldte mappevis af bånd, så jeg er meget glad og stolt over at være nomineret til lige præcis en lydbogspris. Sammen med bogens oplæser Mikkel Hansen, som har gjort et fantastisk job med at bringe Cas og alle de andre til live :)
(Prisen er arrangeret af Mofibo og hvis man synes at Skovrå og den supergode oplæser Mikkel Hansen fortjener at vinde, så kan man stemme Skovrå videre til finalen, blandt de lige nu 9 nominerede ungdomsromaner  )




Året slutter med en masse lektier lært. Både de hårde og de nemme. Og med en stor note til mig selv. Husk altid, hvad der er vigtigst, også når det er svært at lægge det man er i gang med fra sig.
2019 slutter også med endnu et manuskript færdiggjort, et lidt diskret ét af slagsen, som jeg endnu ikke har gjort så meget væsen af, men som lige nu ligger i en bunke hos et forlag et sted derude og venter på at blive læst og måske antaget. Med lidt held kommer I til at høre mere om dette i 2020 :) 

Godt nytår til alle derude! Og må I alle få vind i sejlene med hvad end I sysler med og holder af!

søndag den 7. juli 2019

Finally a Published Author. But what Happens Next?



(English version only)


I started this blog back when I first started writing full-time. A lot has changed since then. Mostly I reached the initial goal of finishing and getting my first novel published. That is a pretty big deal, obviously :). Also I don't write full-time anymore, but have a part-time job that leave me one day off a week to keep the writing pot boiling.

The idea of my posts here was always to give an honest account of the ups and downs of writing life. For the past months I have neglected that part of the blog a bit. And maybe that makes sense because a lot of my announcements about the book coming out has taken place on various SoMe channels. But now that it's out and the biggest goal I've ever set for myself has been reached, maybe it's time to ask the question – what happens next? And not least – how does it actually feel to have a book out? It's a question I have been asked a few times already and something I have thought a lot about myself.



Long story short – the journey of becoming a writer is not over. Maybe it's just starting now. And I'll continue onwards describing what it's like. Here goes:

The book is released. It was a blast :). It was awesome and overwhelming and heartwarming to experience the support from people around me. ”Thank you” doesn't really reach far enough when old and new acquaintances, friends, family, colleagues and their friends or children have bought and read the book. Makes me proud and happy and grateful beyond words.
And walking down the young adult book aisle at the local bookstore and spotting my book there, among all the other real books is so great – something I've been dreaming about for years and now it's reality.
And not least – receiving messages from people who have read and enjoyed the book is fantastic. I really think that's the main driving force behind wanting to write stories – for someone else to maybe pick them up and sharing them :).

But then, even in the middle of all the pride and joy and happiness, there is also a surprising amount of self-doubt. Because what does actually happen next?
What if the book doesn't do well enough? Will it get good reviews? Or will it get any reviews at all?
Will it make it to the much-coveted library shelves? Will it make it outside the sphere of my (totally awesome and fantastic) network?



I think it will be for time to really answer this question. The truth is, I don't really know yet. I don't know how far my book will make it. I don't know if it will make it to the libraries of if it will receive positive reviews or be read far and wide. But as a wise person that I am lucky enough to live with said: Maybe the biggest victory has already been won? The book was written. It was published. It's already been read and enjoyed. That's an achievement worth celebrating, no matter what happens next.

He's probably right.
And in the meantime – what happens next is I'll continue to write. There are so many stories waiting in line to be told. If I spend too much time worrying, that's less time to get them told. And that would be a waste, right? ;)


lørdag den 27. april 2019

On Inspiration - How a Trip can Switch your Brain into Idea Mode



(English version only)


Whenever I have the time and savings for it, I love going on inspiration trips.
Typically I will have nothing else planned than just walking around, visiting museums, eating cake and drinking coffee and do whatever I want to do :). That is of course a wild luxury in and of itself. But apart from the obvious extravaganza of time on your own, something great happens inside your head when you're away on your own in a place with no obligations for a few days.

Sometimes, however, the trips don’t work out as planned. I’ve recently come home from a trip to London, where I had signed up for a fancy writing course in the holy halls of The Guardian. I had been looking forward to this for months!
Unfortunately I caught sick before going. Twice actually. First I got sick, then I had one day of being ok-ish. Then I got really sick. Can’t-stand-on-my-legs sick. But not wanting to miss out I dragged myself on the plane to England, made sure to sit a bit isolated from others and ate a pound of oranges once I reached my hotel.

Things were looking up. I felt better and went to bed early to be ready for class the next day. Unfortunately, both my neighbor and the people staying in the room above had other plans. The walls were paper-thin and these people were gifted with exceptionally loud voices. Loud in the way where you can hear them droning on all the time and you can make out a few words here and there, but not enough to hear what they are talking about and it drives you insane, because if you’re awake anyway and their conversation is the entertainment you’re forced to have, you might as well listen in on it. I also found that not only were they late talkers, they were also really early risers. And had a fondness for dragging furniture around.

Anyway, I’m sure I slept some because, I woke up at some point with the unwelcome and well-known to those affected, tingling sensation of not one, but two cold sores on my upper lip. I looked in the mirror and tried to tell myself that maybe they were bigger in my head than to the rest of the world and if I just slapped a few cold sore patches on and stayed away from eating, drinking or touching anything, I’d be fine to go attend the writing course.

And it was actually good I did, because apart from feeling like a plague-ridden eye sore, I got a lot of good takeaways from the course and even managed to say hi to a few of the other participants (while keeping a safe distance) and converse about writing :). After that the rest of the trip was mainly about recovering and trying to get some sleep, far from my usual level of activity when going on these trips.

And now comes the actual point of this post (sorry for taking so long getting here). Because was it worth it, you might ask, going on a trip, while mostly just sleeping, being sick, and trying to recover? If you can’t even go for long walks, visit places or hang out with people? And I’ll reply yes! Yes it was. If for nothing else then for those small pockets of time going from A to B and taking in new sights and sounds, where your brain is just eating it all up and spitting out ideas as fast as your eyes can provide material. Returning to my initial point about that great thing that happens inside your head, whenever you are away, I think that's what I go on these trips for. To switch my brain into inspiration mode without even thinking about it, where all inputs are automatically turned into ideas. From sci-fi to realism, from words to pictures, from pieces of dialogue to world building ideas. What if some of the people passing by are actually Gods, assigned super powers by future scientists? Or what if that girl walking a bit away from her group of friends secretly longs to be at the center of the group and sometimes steals things from the others and keeps them in a closet at home to feel closer to them? Or if the young woman on the other sidewalk is practicing sentences in her head, so she can impress her boss at work and flirt with her crush, but every time she opens her mouth everything comes out as dinosaur sounds? What if the long tunnels of the Underground is home to all kinds of monsters and you have to stay away from the walls to be safe? I love this feeling. And even sick, it’s worth traveling and suffering a bit for :).

Just to give a quick example this happened almost the second I stepped into the first underground station, when arriving in London.
The station looked like this:



And I thought “Wouldn't it be cool and scary if something icky started growing, from behind those fenced, arched window openings?” Maybe like this:



Or more like this, with a passer-by stopping because she got this weird sensation that something is off:



Maybe the passer-by is turning to look:



And maybe it could all come together something like this:




Even if I will never manage to execute a tenth of the ideas half as well as I would like to, I will never stop welcoming them or stop trying to execute them as well as I can :).



lørdag den 13. april 2019

Skovrå - cover og udgivelse!

(English version below)


Tænk, jeg opdager lige at jeg har haft så travlt med at blive en SoMe wiz ( det går lidt op og ned), at jeg helt glemte at poste på bloggen, om alt det spændende, der foregår på Skovrå-fronten. Og det til trods for at min sidste post faktisk lovede at der kom nyt. Tsktsktsk...

Så hermed en opsamlende post. Siden sidst er der nemlig kommet både en udgivelsesdato og ikke mindst en forside til min første roman.

1) Udgivelse
Udgivelsen bliver 16.juni 2019, hvor Skovrå udkommer på forlaget People's Press.

2) Forside
Jeg kunne ikke være mere tilfreds med det flotte cover, som er designet af Rasmus Funder. Det er så smukt! :)


Billedet indeholder sandsynligvis: tekst

Billedet indeholder sandsynligvis: tekst


I've been busy posting about Skovrå (English working title Forest Heart) on various social media, so busy apparently, that I've forgot to update the blog with all the news.
Here goes:

1) There is now a release date for my first novel. It will be June 16th 2019. Danish only, but I will definitely do my best to make the book happen in English as well :)

2) Rasmus Funder has designed a beautiful cover for the book (see image above) and I really, really like it! I think it captures the mood of the book perfectly.

søndag den 24. februar 2019

Page Z #14 - Am I Dreaming?

Sometimes all the hard work suddenly falls into place and you find yourself jumping with joy. Like today. After four years of writing, editing, re-editing and sobbing into my keyboard, my debut novel "Skovrå" is sooo close to becoming reality. The contract is in place, the final editing is being done and exciting stuff is happening.
More about this in the coming week, but for now it's all happy doodles of Zpoony dancing around :)