How to Get More Time for Writing

I have had a site since 2009 with novellas. Originally I wanted it to be a novel, but while trying for years I could never do it. It was not the first failed attempt at writing a novel, nor would it be the last.

However, this story spawned a lot of short stories – novellas.

And for that I am glad.

The original novel died, but instead something else was born.

However, I feel in too deep at the moment with work and family and so my other creative projects and future plans in general are … memories only.

Including my plans for more novellas.

I want to write more – but when?

Sometimes memories are all you have time and energy for, instead of creation of new realities. Despite what the gurus say you can and should do.

Sometimes that is just reality.  For whatever reasons.

But I would like to start writing again – more novellas.

So how to do it, when there seems to be so little time?

Here are 3 thoughts …

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Reflections About Helping A Friend

Was told one day that the father of my best friend, MN, has cancer.

MN did not tell it to me yet, but I know he will, because we will talk sooner rather than later.

I thought a lot about how to handle that and how to support MN the best. He is a very independent, proud and self-reliant man. It is difficult for him to admit when he is overwhelmed.

Not so much wonder.

That day when your uncle shoots his girlfriend

MN has not had it easy, far from it.

His mother has been ill for many years and close to dying and … his uncle once shot said uncle’s girlfriend and then killed himself by jumping off a bridge.

Yes, it is true, unfortunately.

I remember that day (in high school) very clearly.

MN’s only response to me about the murder/suicide episode was a gritted “My uncle has done something very stupid and selfish”.

MN is one of the most beautiful persons I know, he is a musician, a storyteller, an artist and above all the real deal when it comes to being there for others.

Often, though, it feels as if he hasn’t too many persons being there for him. Much of that may have to do with him generally and almost habitually projecting an image of self-reliance and confidence, even if he can admit to being pressed, sad or angry.

But is that how he really is?

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The Power of the Past

I was thinking one morning, as I sometimes do, with a vague nostalgia about the time I lived in the second largest city of the country. Over 20 years ago …

We lived three young people in a shared apartment and the days went by with me working in an after school club and then in the evening the two of us sometimes went to the cinema and to events about comics and movies.

It was a strangely laid back, optimistic and fuzzy time, and I think in hindsight it feels better than it was because I think of it as being young without much responsibility or much to care about, and that … is sometimes an alluring time to want to return to.

But, as always, there is a catch.

The danger of nostalgia

Sure, those were happy carefree times in many ways. But now – 20 years after – I have a great many things in my life that I did not have then. And I am not talking about material things.

For a side from a larger credit account in the bank and a student loan I am almost as rich – or as poor – as I was back then.

I have not been able to earn money at any significant level, mostly because half the time since 1995 I was a student or I was ill or I was traveling, but also because I chose to look for very specific jobs that felt compatible with my creative interests and idealism.

Needless to say, those jobs don’t grow on trees.

But I digress … for I wanted to say that I have so much in my life today that I wish I had had back then.

I have so much in fact that that makes my age as well as my receding hair line worth it.

Here is the most valuable thing I have …
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We Are Not Born As Saints, We Grow Into Them

Sophie Scholl …

Don’t know her? Well, let me tell you a story:

Germany actually had a resistance movement against Nazism during World War II – The White Rose, as they called themselves.

They were young, idealistic, and they of course got caught and executed, but not until they had put out an immense number of illegal leaflets calling upon Germany to refuse the yolk of the Nazis and Hitler.

One of the White Rose’s most well-known members was the student Sophie Scholl (1921-1943) who is a Big inspiration for me, and has been for many years.

How a bunch of rebel student philosophers inspired this blog

A quirky little aside about their all-too-brief careers resisting Nazism was that the White Rose members published a personal newsletter of sorts called Windlicht – The Storm Lamp – in which they wrote each other essays about life, the universe and everything. In short:

A lot of the dreams and free-think that was so discouraged during Hitler’s regime was put into that tiny newsletter.

So it is fitting that the first post should be about Sophie and The White Rose – and more specifically one of the themes that I connect with them especially:

What it takes for us to make something of our lives – something valuable?

And whether or not it is all in the eye of the beholder, any sort of lasting fame.

And whether the kind of ‘black or white’ fame usually connected with Sophie and other resistance fighters is something worth striving for anyway – if you think about it.

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