2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,200 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

If you’re remotely interested. I know lately I’ve fallen behind, but as I wrote, I’m writing on other things, and I’ve got a ban on internet before noon so I get a lot of stuff done in the morning (I just wish  my evenings would be as productive, but one cannot have everything I guess)

Here’s to you, dear reader, who have read my blog. Thank you for 2012!

Inspired

I’m not sure if I should write this or if my writing streak will end just because I’m telling others about it.

The other day I started thinking about Cupid (you know the god of love) and I did some research and found out that he fell in love with Psyche (I remembered he fell in love with someone, but not whom). I forgot all about it until 5 am one morning when I woke up to feed my baby. A thought hit me and I couldn’t stop thinking. I wanted to write it down, but I was too tired to get out of bed and find a paper and pen (or start up my computer) so I just laid in bed, eyes closed and thought. I thought as I would read a book. I thought in sentences, forming paragraphs and chapters in my head, afraid I’d forget it if I didn’t think. So I lay in bed, just thinking thinking thinking, and when baby woke up again at around 7 I got up and started writing. And I have been writing ever since, producing 5000+ words every day.

I’m currently on the 4th day and have some 18’000 words to show for it, and they’re still coming. The words are still flowing (now, just because I write this the flow will stop, I’ll complain to you if it does 😉 ) and I’m so surprised that they are. Because usually I have flow for the first couple of thousand words, then it slows down until it’s merely a dribble, but not now.

So I’m writing a love story in Swedish! (yeah, I know, and it’s actually intelligible Swedish, not something that’s chopped up and half filled with English words! (Okay, some English words find their way in, but it’s usually if I’m thinking of an English phrase to which there is no direct Swedish counterpart.

I don’t have time to write more here, I’m gonna turn off internet and continue on the story

*dances away singing to herself*  I’m in love with my characters

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and had a superdupermegaidea?

Confessions

I have something to confess. Well, actually a couple of somethings.

1. I still haven’t finished the Twilight saga by Stephenie Meyers. I read the first book, barely managed to get through the second and stranded somewhere between the middle and the end on the third. Haven’t even looked at the fourth.

2. I said I was going to read 50 Shades of Grey. Failed that one too. Think I fell off the wagon somewhere around mr Grey sending Ana a first edition of Wuthering Heights, or was it Sense and Sensibility? (I’m thinking the picture of Dorian Grey would have been very fitting here) worth loads of money, and an email exchange between mr Grey and Ana which ended with them both in her bed.

This got me thinking. Why couldn’t I finish these books, although the rest of the world seems to worship them (okay, not the whole world, I know I have fellow human beings out there who haven’t even touched these books).

In both, the main character is a boring girl/woman. Very plain, clumsy, single…

And then there is this hot, smexy, wonderful malecounterpart, very opposite the girl. Outspoken, powerful, dangerous, agile etc.

In both series they think it’s a bad idea to get together, still they get together.

Okay, here I have to stop, because I actually don’t know what happens in 50 Shades, and I still have to read the final Twilight book. I’m probably not the first one to draw these parallels, but I just realised this, so to me it’s news.

And then comes The Question: WHY? Why are these books so popular? Are girls/women so insecure that they like to read about other insecure girls/women who happen to come across hot guys who happen to be really really into them? Is it a dream most women have? Or is it something else?