On Writing Everyday

So much for my experiment of posting everyday; managed to fail at that one right out of the gate.

Truth is, I simply don’t do enough that is interesting to write about everyday. Take today, for instance. Utterly typical day. I got lost in a book for 3 hours without meaning to. I’m re-reading A Song of Ice and Fire, and it is still utterly riveting. Which means I’ve lost large chunks of my life in the past few weeks. Oh well. Valar morghulis.


Then I sat at my computer for another couple of hours and worked. In keeping with my attempt to learn Danish in the least school-like manner possible, I wrote several bits of correspondence på Dansk, helped grammatically by an under-the-weather Flemming, so the person at the other end of the email has a fair chance of understanding what I’m harping on about. Danish is structurally quite similar to English, so I can read it fairly easily with Google Translate to help with vocabulary. Writing is much harder, as acts of creation vs passive consumption tend to be. Then there’s the speaking. You have never experienced such hilarity as me speaking Danish. But that is a post for another day.


At some point in the day, we will go out and wander aimlessly around for some hours, as we normally do when it doesn’t rain. In between this I will somehow manage to shower, eat, do dishes and other everyday sorts of things like sleep… and maybe sneak in another couple of hours of reading.

Ok, it’s true, there’s entirely too much reading to do to blog everyday. Maybe when I finish Book 5, I’ll be bewildered enough by returning to the life outside my head to write more…



  1. Håkan says:

    I’d love to hear you speak Danish one day. Right now, that’s the strangest thing I can imagine :)

    1. Charlene says:

      What you’re imagining is probably not too far off. It’s nothing if not entertaining when I attempt to speak Danish :D

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