I’m in a Facebook group for Norwegian writers, and today a person posted a memo on how awful it is when Norwegians write their stories in English instead of in Norwegian.
Most comments even implied being Norwegian and writing in English to be morally wrong. It devalues the Norwegian language, and it is a betrayal to the own language and even heritage.
A few comments said that Norwegians writing in English simply have a very poor Norwegian vocabulary, or else they wouldn’t feel like writing in English. Another wrote that Norwegians writing in English would end up writing cliché after cliché, as if this is not possible in Norwegian.
Writing – mostly blog posts, tweets and A Heart of Fire notes
As you know from this post, October is probably the most busy month of this entire year for me. Most of the time I’m working – as a lecturer (which means lots of time preparing as well), as a teacher, in the shop – and I try to squeeze in some time for my writing job as well.
I was recently challenged by the mesmerizing Aura Eadon to participate in the challenge Confessions of a Writer Tag. Thank you, Aura, for challenging me! The challenge was given to me, and will be given on, through being tagged on Twitter by another writer. The challenge requires everyone who is tagged to answer the following twenty questions. For more information see A little bookish, a little writerly, the blog in which Nicolette Elzie created the challenge. Here they are… My 20 confessions…
1. the act of withdrawing, as into safety or privacy; retirement; seclusion.
2. a place of refuge, seclusion, or privacy: The library was his retreat.
3. a retirement or a period of retirement for religious exercises and meditation.
4. recreational holiday. In this context retreat means to leave everyday business for a few days (weekend-retreat) up to weeks.
Make room in your life for a retreat. Think it as a gift to yourself – a way to connect with your life vision – or perhaps even a way to finish your book…
A few days in, I feel blissful that I chose to withdraw from my everyday for ten days. The location is a holiday house on an island in Denmark, between fields and wild nature. A calm that I had forgotten but somehow still longed for is present in my life once again.