Maiju’s Teacup 8/5/2017

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Today there’s hibiscus in my teacup. I took stock of all of the tea I have left and found this and a lot more tea in my cupboard. I did finally manage to fit my teas on three shelves (see photo at the end of post). That’s totally a miracle, as I used to have two whole cupboards of the stuff in my last flat, and those cupboards had much deeper shelves than these.

I’ve been trying to avoid reading Marie Brennan’s In the Sanctuary of Wings. The trouble is, it’s the last book in the series and I totally and utterly do not want for the series to end. The protagonist claims that who would be interested in reading about her dull experiences in the ordinary day life of a scholar: I WOULD!!!

But yeah, I get it. It’s good for series to end at some point and good for the author to be able to move onto the next thing which inspires her. I’ve just enjoyed the Lady Trent series so much that I’m going to miss it a lot.

I love fantasy series with female protagonists. They aren’t as rare anymore, but when I started reading fantasy, there were a lot of books about teenage boys and young men finding, fighting, flying dragons. It might have been just the selection of books the local library had decided on. But still, when I grew up, fantasy was considered somewhat of a boy’s department. Well, I never cared for such “rules” and read everything anyway. But I love series such as Lady Trent and Kristen Britain’s The Green Rider. The next part of The Green Rider is waiting for me on my eReader so when I’ve finished at least one book, I get to start that.

Another writer who has always been close to my heart, surprise surprise, is Neil Gaiman. I requested our library to get his The View from the Cheap Seats, which is a collection of his non-fiction. Speeches and introductions etc. I requested the book a year ago when it came out and finally last week the library got it (I guess they had to wait for the paper back edition). I’ve been taking my time, reading those pieces as inspiration and, I guess, when I would like a few moments to talk with a friend.

I have never met Mr. Gaiman (though he was at Hay Festival a few years ago, but missed him because of my friend’s sister’s pesky high school graduation party πŸ˜‰ ). But before I read his novels, I never really believed anyone could actually be interested in the stuff I really wanted to write. I hadn’t ever read (nor ever since) quite something like what he wrote, except that they resonated with my dreams and the stories I made up in my mind.

I think I found his blog a few months after he started writing it and I kept going back to it. Reading the non-fiction collection reminds me of those “good old days” when he blogged, if not daily, at least weekly. I get nostalgic about events that he describes which I first read about in his blog. It’s fun to actually read the speeches that he mentioned having given. It also reminds me of the person I was at the time when I first read about them. That’s why I feel like reading The View from the Cheap Seats is a much more social experience than your regular book.

I guess I’m even writing this blog because I used to read Mr. Gaiman’s blog (well, still do, if he ever blogs).

Alright, still daylight left to write (two hours, the sun barely sets anymore).

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Maiju’s Teacup 3/5/2017

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So, my morning tea nowadays is a very nice Darjeeling First Flush I’ve bought, at some point, from Kofeiinikomppania in Oulu. It’s really nice, fresh and does not crave milk. I started reading Victor Hugo’s The Notre-Dame of Paris (which is the same as The Hunchback of Notre Dame). The edition I have is in Finnish and it has been printed in 1915. Someone has added an Ex libris on the name page which says the previous (or at least probably the first owner) got it in the summer of 1918.

I have always had a very warm relationship with Victor Hugo. Up until I read Les Miserables when I was 13, I did not really believe I was into thick and long classics. I had only ever read Montgomery, Alcott, Finnish YA novels and The Lord of the Rings. I revelled in Les Miserables. It’s just so beautiful. I read several of Victor Hugo’s novels and plays after that, made a presentation of him for class in school and named my second goldfish after Victor Hugo’s father (Leopold Sigismund – now that’s a perfect name for a goldfish). I read this book then as well, but a later, corrected translation that I borrowed from the library. I got this edition a few years later.

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Yesterday, when I got the first rejection letter for my novel, it did two things for me. The first was to ground me, and the second one to motivate me.

In the evening I filled out a few job applications and tomorrow I have my first interview for a job. It’s nothing mind-blowing, but it’s more money. It’s a year-long contract with a steady salary and extra rewards for good work. That’s more than I got from my last job.

The motivation bit is a really good thing. I occasionally feel a bit anxious about whether or not I’m ever going to make it. And it’s sometimes hard to start writing. I experienced that feeling today. But I had to only glance at the letter, to feel a surge of energy and start writing again. It sort of clears my head.

And I’m really glad. I did not know how it would affect me, having never done this before. I feared that when someone rejected my novel, I’d crumble in a heap and hide and think I will never ever get anything published. But really, if anything, the opposite has happened. I know I am a writer. I know my text is good enough to be published. It’s just going to take some time to find the right fit of a publisher. And until then, I’m going to write.

Maiju’s Teacup 2/5/2017

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It feels like someone would just casually go ahead and stab me with a dagger and then saunter past not even bothering to glance back. It feels like climbing a mountain for years and years and someone already on the top of it giving me a little push downhill just as I’m reaching the treeline.  It feels like those things and many more which I just can’t bother to type right now because what’s the point of writing. 

So, I received my first rejection letter for my novel. I have drained three of those teamugs (black Tetley with honey and milk) after the fact (hour and a half ago). And yet, I don’t feel desperate. I just feel sad that someone read my story and didn’t think it good enough. And I know this is not the last time it’ll happen, but it’s the first, so I’m going to revel in my self pity and eat a lot of chocolate and drink a lot of tea and down a few gins tonight.

But. What I actually really feel like is writing.  

Maiju’s Teacup 23/4/2017

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This photo is a few days old *audible gasp*. I’m drinking peppermint infusion from that cup in the photo.

Today is Shakespeare’s Birth/Deathday, World Book Day, St. George’s Day, and the day of the book and the rose, which is basically just the Finnish version of World Book Day.

I decided to honour World Book Day by giving up reading a few books that just weren’t doing it for me. Muriel Barbery’s The Life of Elves was just plain confusing and uninteresting and I was lucky to give it up, because I checked the ratings later and found out from reviews that it’s the first book of a duology. Which means that had I struggled through it, the story wouldn’t have finished.

Yesterday I picked up Anthony Trollope’s The Way We Live Now. I’ve had it for years, and I remember watching the BBC mini-series, but I don’t have much of an idea what happened in the end. I just felt like reading something from the time when George Eliot was writing. I don’t know… This one’s so obviously written by a man. And I don’t like any of the characters. But I guess I’ll finish it to see whether Sir Felix Carbury (I always read the name Cadbury in my mind) will get his comeuppance. I really hope he does.

The photo above is actually from Friday when the weather was abysmal and I was reading Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology and the book about Hygge. It’s all the rage apparently. Not sure if it’s that anywhere else but in Finland. Oh well. Anyway, I took it upon me to try hyggeing and I guess I succeeded. Tea, book, blanket, storm outside, good food.

Yesterday and today the weather has been much better. It’s still not very warm, but the sun has been shining. The house I live in has a huge, and I mean HUGE yard. It’s just enormous. At least for the fact that it’s almost in the middle of the town. No one really takes care of the yard, so yesterday when I went to the store to get milk, I bought a rake. I’ve spent several hours raking the yard yesterday and today. It’s just the best workout there is! Outside in the sunshine, doing something that has a wider effect, letting the suffocated plants from under years of dead leaves. And last night when I went to sleep, every one of my muscles ached. Today it’s been a bit better, but still. It’s nice to get excercised so sneakily.

Here are some anemone’s I found in the yard.

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Maiju’s Teacup 11/4/2017

I’m spending the day on the kitchen sofa. It’s not as soft as the living room couch but I can hear the rain better from this side of the house. I have a blanket, a pile of books and Gingseng Oolong which I got for birthday.

I’m progressing in Middlemarch into the more dramatic events πŸ˜―πŸ˜“πŸ˜²

Maiju’s Teacup 5/4/2017

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Today’s special for me because it’s my birthday. I actually don’t have any friends who share the birthday, so I have it all to myself.

I celebrated by eating a bit of Β ice cream, opening the present my mum gave me (a teapot, surprise surprise) and shopping a bit. I got myself this organic sencha from the local tea shop. It’s really the only place around that has a wide selection of loose-leaf teas, sold by the gram. But now the place has recently changed owners and I immediately noticed, that the new owner is a coffee guy… I’m so sad about that.

The materials etc he uses for packaging are so much more suitable for coffee. The place sells coffee beans as well and there’s a small teacorner, where the old owners served delicious tea, steeped to perfection at a fraction of a price from anywhere else. And this guy has changed it into a coffee bar… I’m sad.

Well, I must rally. I also got some lavender essential oil. The horrible eczema I have in my hands has been acting up lately. I added a few drops of the lavender oil into coconut oil and after half an hour, my hands were better. It’s just something totally amazing. I went to dermatologists for years (my hands occasionally turn into pustule filled sausages and then into raw meat and then back again) and no one could find any reason, nor any solution. It just went away when it went away. Until I tried a bit of lavender water on them.

My cat is well again. She’s been really active and playful and eager for the last few days after I stopped giving her medicine. That has made me very happy.

I’m beginning to be so tired I can’t form sentences. Well… Time to go to bed and read some Middlemarch.

Here’s my birthday “cake” (it’s oat ice cream) and the new teapot.

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Maiju’s Teacup 28/3/2017

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March is over soon!! Come back March! Although I miss the hour stolen by daylight “saving” more than the month. I think I got quite a lot done in March. Besides finishing a pretty good edit of the novel manuscript, I wrote several short stories and read enough books.

April’s going to be yet another writing month. I signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo. I’m going to at least try to get 1K words written per day.

I’m reading Lauren Graham’s Talking As Fast As You CanΒ and she mentions a writing technique that I realise I’ve pretty much been using successfully. It’s funny (not) how you can read about a thing and when you try the thing in the framework of it’s thing-yness, it doesn’t work. But when you work for a few years and come up with the same thing yourself, only more in your own framework, it works like a charm.

The cat is doing a bit poorly at the moment, but we are going to the vet tomorrow for blood tests. I fear she might have anemia, but I’ll be relieved if it’s just that. I’m a bit mad at myself and the previous vet that they didn’t take the tests last time. It would have saved me a trip and a lot of worry and money. But I’m progressing with reading Middlemarch. Apparently I only read it when the cat is sick.

Anyway, I’m going to try to keep writing yet a bit more today, surprise.

The huge mug of tea (my regular size = 1 litre) is Tetley black tea with milk and a bit of brown sugar. Yes, it’s that kind of day.