Now it's autumn

Hey all,

I am moved and grateful for all the emails and comments my readers continue to send to me, everything you share with me, and the power it gives to know that my book is for the benefit and benefit of many, many. He can never afford that. He's not really touching me, helt enkelt, even though in the end my poverty may take its toll on me,. Then he has won over me after all – and that is often how it goes. People with psychopathic traits leave devastated people behind, even dead. Their victims die of various stress-related illnesses, of infarcts, of plugs and on their own. But it happens long after the psychopath has left their lives. It's so incredibly sad, desperately cruel, but many who are / been a victim in the same way as I was ( although there are always different frameworks and conditions because everyone lives their unique lives ) actually takes their lives, if not sooner then later, because it is never possible to get life in order again. Themselves ” the perpetrator / woman” is then gone, perhaps for several years. This violence is so serious and therefore it must be, so to speak, accepted as the brutality it is, in the public consciousness and in the judiciary.

But now it's autumn! Sunshine in September evokes a special feeling of anticipation within me. Much of what has been fun in my life has evolved over the fall months. I like when the air is cooler, when the scents rise from the ground with a special autumn sweetness – and autumn spice, which may smell a bit like good sweat. Ja, there is a good one, good sweat, or a quiet evaporation that is a little spicy. And then heaven – so high and clear. The waiting rains and the sitting inside. Cozy. Focusing, work. It feels good.

I produced a workbook quite early this spring, then I had an idea for a children's book, but it's probably a little too controversial. I wanted to talk about evil. It is not exactly the case that evil is foreign to children. In any case, the discussion has not continued and I have probably left the exciting idea behind me, for a while.

But I have another idea. It is not new, I've had it for several years, for at least five years, but the Destroyer has always lain away like a big insurmountable lump. Now that lump is behind me and I can continue as a writer. Because I knew I had to write it for the simple reason that I had the experience and AM a writer, there were no roads past it. I really felt it was my duty. And now I'm glad I took it. Sometimes there is no other way than the hardest. It is possible to escape, but one knows that in the long run it will gnaw within one that one escaped – and then it's too late to catch what needed to be caught. I'm so glad I didn 't let myself end up den miserable situation for that I would regret for the rest of my life. Nu är det gjort. I'm really relieved. for indeed, I had regretted it!

And I'm free to start my new idea. As for the most part, I am waiting for a response from the publisher. Much of the authors 'time is spent waiting for their publishers' reactions. Not so long ago, you could call your publisher – and they answered. With emails and text messages, it is as if we all lose our grip. We believe that we have done things even though nothing more has happened than that you have read an email. It is as if the brain is not really able to register it and initiate action. Shortly afterwards, new messages and emails arrive that instead catch your attention. This does not only apply to publishers, it applies EVERYWHERE, can be noted!

I'm so tired of texting and emailing! I have decided to become more human and start calling again!

I celebrated my birthday completely voluntarily for myself by the sea, and had a wonderful day. But it was bizarre to get hundreds of congratulations, but do not hear A SINGLE VOICE. Even the closest friends send text messages and congratulations on FB nowadays! I do it myself! But I'll stop with that. Before, people called and talked, shouted and cheered on the phone! Now you read a few letters on a screen and look at hearts and balloons and other nice things. Everything is equally hot meant, but the effect becomes STRANGE, at least if you celebrate in solitude, because it becomes so obvious that no one TALKS to one! Jo, my kids called of course – to some extent it may be.

But there is something …. shady with this silence, which is perhaps more obvious if you have a quiet job as well. Nej, I will make an effort to CALL more in the future! Even though it really suits a person like me to avoid calling and having to hide in written words instead.

I did not have much more than that to say today. I am thinking of creating a writing course, but we'll see.

I'll probably get too eager when I start the next project and will not have time for it, but it would be calm. It's fun with the creative and it's fun to get others to write!

Skriv, säger jag bara, skriv! And call each other! Exactly what it is, no one answers at the other end.