1. You share a cigarette with a girl you like. You’re curious. You take the cigarette from her, let the smoke fill your mouth. She’s looking at your lips. The smoke doesn’t really taste like anything. You exhale, look at the cigarette. She’s still looking at your mouth. You give the cigarette back and now you can taste it, ash tray, stale smoke, and something that reminds you of the bitterness of coffee.
It’s months before you realise she was attracted to you.
It’s years before you realise you were attracted to her.
2. You wake up one morning exhausted and in the approximately two and a half minute it takes for you to get out of bed and into the shower, you forget that your body is not your body. For those two and a half minute your knowledge of your body rings true. You have two and a half minute of exhausted, innocent bliss.
You wake up in the shower.
You can’t breathe.
You don’t understand.
You think about that story with the dream and the butterfly.
People around you ask if you’re ill. Stressed. Tired.
You don’t know how to tell them that you want to crawl out of your own skin (not your skin!) and into your body (your real body!). You don’t know how to tell them that you’re scared. You don’t know how to tell them that you’re not what they think you are.
3. Boys are stupid, they say, and you clamp shut. I’m a boy, you want to scream. You laugh nervously, agreeing that boys are stupid, and you feel like you’re betraying yourself.
Later, you hear yourself say I’m not a girl, and you wonder if you’re betraying girls everywhere as you say it. You think about your five year old self and wonder if you’re betraying her.
There’s a thin line between boy and girl and it cuts your feet when you try to walk it.
4. Your friends are playing that game, the one with the lists. Who would you fuck, on a scale from one to ten. They love the game. They’re all laughing.
It’s your turn and your tongue is dry. Nobody, you say.
Surely there’s someone you think is hot, they say. Come on. Give us a name. Just one.
There are so many beautiful people in the world. Sometimes a beautiful person smiles and you want to look at them for days. Sometimes you might even want to kiss them.
You don’t want to kiss strangers.
You don’t want to make a list of fuckable strangers. I don’t want to play this game, you say, and your friends call you boring.
I’m co-writing a story with a friend. I’ve never done that before, and I’m finding it’s like watching magic happen. When it’s my turn to write, the writing fairy has added words and paragraphs and whole scenes. All I have to do is continue the work.
Summer has been wet and rainy. Jobs have been sparse. In a moment of self-indulgence and frivolity I purchased a lordship for myself. Of course it’s not a title that’s legally recognised in my country so it won’t appear on my passport anytime soon, but the lordship is mine for the rest of my life and if I so wish I can absolutely call myself lord. Lord K. I like the sound of that.
It came with a small piece (five square feet) of land in a national park populated with deer. It’s possibly the most delightful part of the entire thing. Well, that and the fact the crest has a stag on it.
Worldcon 75 in Helsinki has officially started, and I’m not there. I really, really wanted to be. The programme is amazing.
Summer is continuing to be wet and rainy. Hopefully it’ll bring jobs with it this time.
i have so much time. even though jobhunting is demanding, i still have all these hours in my day that aren’t filled out with things to do. i don’t know what to do with all this time.
i’ve been working on my health. i have been thinking about a lot of things. i have given up knitting for the time being. i am not writing as much as i’d like to. i’m having a lot of really vivid dreams. i wake up at four am with the sun.
i’m having difficulties recognising myself while at the same time feeling like i’ve always been like this. i can’t define what this is.
today is kalevala day, or finnish culture day. the quote above are the first two lines in the kalevala, and can be translated roughly to “i want to do a thing”, which is why i’m quoting it here.
i also want to do a thing.
i have chalk embedded into my skin pretty permanently these days. it’s my own fault. we do have modern technology – computers and overhead projectors and whatnot; just this morning i gave a presentation using prezi – but when it comes to good old fashioned classroom teaching, i prefer blackboards and chalk.
the complete radio silence these past two months have been in part because i’ve been so busy teaching finnish grammar that i don’t have much brain space left for other things, and in part because i have not had much to talk about. unless it’s finnish grammar, in which case i have plenty to talk about.
days are now more than 10 hours long. it’s already light outside when my alarm rings in the morning. it’s still light out when i sit at dinner. i’m feeling lighter.
things i want to do:
– advance my academic career
– complete just one of my current wips
– get a permanent job (not necessarily in academia)
– expel the exhaustion that has taken up residence in my bones
had a big think about my writing and my writing career
purchased more than three woollen sweaters
It has been an odd year. It feels three times longer than it really should be, no doubt owed to the fact that it can be neatly partitioned into three parts: thesis frenzy, unemployment swamp and finland excitement. I feel like I’ve aged faster than usual.
I saw the year off in England, surrounded by good friends. I started the new year by travelling across Europe to – get home. To Finland. I’ve been thinking a lot about home, lately, as I also went home – to Denmark – for Christmas. I’ve called a lot of places home, even the most temporary ones. I’m renting out my apartment while I’m in Finland and so I don’t call it home. Yet it’s the place I own, where my bed is, where my bookshelves are, where I’ve got all my things in storage while I’m here. I suppose it’ll be home again eventually.
Seeing as I’ve read almost 70 books this year, I’m only going to list the top ten I’ve read in 2016. Some I might write proper reviews of later for this blog.
Anya Ow – The Firebird’s Tale – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Katherine Marlowe – The Blue Ribbon – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Kate Elliott – Cold Magic (Spiritwalker #1) – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Rachel Hartman – Seraphina (duology) – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Maggie Stiefvater – The Raven Cycle (quartet) – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
C.S. Pacat – The Captive Prince (trilogy) – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Leigh Bardugo – Six of Crows (duology) – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
N.K. Jemisin – The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms (Inheritance #1) – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Naomi Novik – League of Dragons (Temeraire #9) – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Natasha Pulley – The Watchmaker of Filigree Street – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Diana Wynne Jones – Howl’s Moving Castle – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Yes, I know I cheated like whoa and that’s more than ten, but there you go. My favourites from this year.
if i weren’t so exhausted, i would tell you all about how my november went.
suffice to say that i made good progress on three of my stories and have the nano diploma to show for it.
i have a long weekend coming up, so will be finishing up one of the drafts and doing some much needed editing on another. the goal is to have the draft done before the christmas holidays so that i can take the holidays off from writing, and return in january to shine it up.
(cookies, candy, and chocolate is all i want during my holidays.)
i’ve surpassed my reading challenge of 50 books by 17 books, and still have a month to go.
next year i’m considering aiming for a 200k writing challenge. (i’ve never managed to write more than ~145k in a year, so that seems like a massively clever thing to do.)