Manuscripts Away!

I have now sent a sci-fi manuscript in Danish to one publisher and an urban fantasy manuscript in English to another. Also, just today I sent three poems to a webzine. If I just send enough out to different places, someone has to publish something, right?
I’ll post an update with much dancing and woohooing, if anything is accepted 😉

Do any of you know of publishers in USA or the UK who accept unsolicited manuscripts? If you do please let me know.

All the best!

Where did the Time Go?

My calendar says June, but that can’t be right. I submitted the last post in February and I said I would see you in March. So that means it must be March now, right?

Sooooo, what has happened since?

I sold my flat and moved into the ground-floor and basement of a house with my boyfriend and three other people. So now I only have to make dinner once or twice a week, and I can play Zelda on my roommate’s Nintendo Switch, when he’s not using it.

I still work at the same firm, but I was moved to another department, because a third department was not meeting their deadlines.

More recently, I have been writing a lot.

“But Beatrix,” you might say, “you haven’t posted anything since February!”

I know, I know. That is because I have written two short stories for a competition, then two poems which I submitted to two different magazines, then another short story, which I’m going to submit to a third magazine when I’m all done…

The problem is that if I want anything I write to be published by anyone other than me, then I can’t put it on Abolg. So after thinking about that for a bit, I’ve decided that this blog will have to change a bit. And when I say a bit, I mean a lot.

 

 

You may have noticed that I used my real name above and not my pseudonym. I’ll keep using my real name from now on, since it will make it easier for people to find me.

I won’t delete all my old posts, but I won’t post any new poems or stories unless I’m absolutely certain that I don’t want them to be published anywhere else. Instead I’ll make more real-life-update-oriented posts about what I’m working on, where I’m going, maybe interesting things I’ve seen. I’ll make sure to tell you if/when something is published and where you can find it. But if I don’t have anything interesting to say, I won’t post anything, which means updates will be “when something happens” instead of “twice a week”.

I want to thank you for reading and commenting my posts up until now. It was really nice to not just write for myself.

I hope you’ll find it interesting to follow me in this new way as well.

All the best,

Beatrix M. G. Nielsen

 

 

Moving

I’m moving out and selling my flat after having lived here for almost seven years.

It’s going to be new and exciting!

But between packing all my books into boxes and showing potential buyers my flat, I haven’t had much time to write.

Next week I’m going skiing and might write in the evenings, but regular updates will have to wait until I’ve settled in.

So if not before, I’ll see you in March! 🙂

We Meet Again

My old nemesis writer’s block has reared her ugly head.

Do you know any good writing exercises which might help me chase her off?

Or maybe some inspiring artwork?

Please let me know.

Tired

I was so tired the first of January that it spilled over into the second.

So when I finally sat down to write Monday evening, I was too tired to notice the fairy hiding in my bookshelf. When I turned away from my computer for a second, it swooped down and gobbled up everything I had written.

Don’t believe me? I drew a picture of the thing

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See? You have to believe me now.

God Jul

Or Merry Christmas

Or happy holidays

Whatever you like to call it, I hope you have had a lovely time with family and friends, and that you have been warmed as much by love as by your fireplace.

The Seeress With the Birds

Music can be a wonderful source of inspiration.

The first time I heard “Seersken” by Valravn, I got an idea for a scene with a scene with a seer, which evolved into an idea for a whole novel. I’ve given up the novel (at least for now), but every time I hear the song, I still see the seer in my mind’s eye just as I imagined her that first time. Even if I never write that novel, I promise myself I will write something, which includes her one day.

The lyrics first in Danish then a translation in English:

Det er seersken med fuglene
Der griner når vi ter os
Det er seersken med fuglene
Der hvisker slip lænkerne løs

Se ham i øjnene
Grøn, brun og blå
Se ham i øjnene
Se iris, se dig, se mig,
se selv

Det er seersken med fuglene
Der skærer illusionerne
Det er seersken med fuglene
Der går rundt i sneen og skriver gåder

Attarinarina attarina attarina…

Se ham i øjnene
Grøn, brun og blå
Se ham i øjnene
Se stående, værende,
gennem det der sker

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It is the seeress with the birds
Who laughs when we misbehave
It is the seer with the birds
Who whispers let go of the chains

Look him in the eyes
Green, brown and blue
Look him in the eyes
See iris, see you, see me,
See for yourself

It is the seeress with the birds
Who cuts the illusions
It is the seer with the birds
Who walks around the the snow, writing riddles

Attarinarina attarina attarina…

Look him in the eyes
Green, brown and blue
Look him in the eyes
See standing, being,
Through what is happening

A Trip to Cuba, Part 4

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Back in Habana, a Mix of New and Old

The next day we took the bus back to Habana. It stopped a couple of times along the way so that the driver could do his shopping. I saw him buy milk, pork and some bananas.

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Our driver buying pork and bananas.

This time we took a taxi into central Habana to see the sights.

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We walked, though.

Again, we saw many beautiful buildings although some were in disrepair. They were renovating and building a lot, but there were still some empty lots.

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The Capitolio is being renovated…

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… and across the street, is an empty lot.

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A facade with an overgrown scaffolding. As you can see, there is no house behind the facade.

 

They had many small parks, sometimes just a corner with some trees and bushes and a mural or statue. They have used old cannons and cannonballs as decoration on many of the small streets, but I also saw modern art.

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Sometimes, they were placed to stop cars from driving up the streets.

 

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“So I said to him, why would I need a torso?”

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Lamps grow on trees, didn’t you know?

Last Thoughts

Cuba seems like a rather poor country. They are building and renovating a lot in Habana, so maybe in about five years Habana will not seem poor anymore, but I do not know when it will spread to the rest of the country.

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A house we passed on the hike from Hotel Hanabanilla.

They seem to run out of things. For example, I did not have any ice cream while I was there, because they never had any. Some places had signs showing typical nestlé ice creams, but no ice cream.

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At sunset in Trinidad.

I did not have any internet while I was there. It is possible to buy internet cards, which give one access to internet for an hour per card, if you are at a hotspot. My sister told me that they worked fine, although some homepages were blocked, typically by the United States.

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On the same street as our casa particular in Habana. I think this was a school? On a side note: Education is free in Cuba. For Cubans of course.

We spent a large percent of our time in busses and taxis. The taxis were of course an experience in themselves, but I would have liked to walk around more in between. If you are thinking of going to Cuba, I recommend spending at least two nights in each place, and if you are from Europe, I recommend spending at least two weeks in Cuba, to get some more time without jetlag.

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I met this man at the airport.

It took a lot longer to write about Cuba than I thought it would. I hope you enjoyed reading about my trip, and that I have inspired you to visit Cuba. It is definitely an experience.

 

The next post will be flash fiction, I promise.

A Trip to Cuba, Part 3

Hanabanilla

We arrived at Hotel Hanabanilla in the afternoon. The hotel is on the shore of a large lake created by a dam, which is close by. It is built in two parts with small bridges between them and has very comfortable rooms each with a small balcony with a view over the lake.

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View from one of the small bridges between the two parts of the hotel.

The rest of that day felt like a slow Sunday. While eating some sandwiches for a late lunch, we were entertained by some chickens chasing each other for a piece of ham dropped by a waiter. When I went to my room later, I was pleased to find that they had hot water in the shower.

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The very empty pool. It seems like it was being repainted.

 

I woke to birdsong and strong sunshine the next morning.

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From the balcony of my room.

After breakfast, we went for a walk up the only footpath we could find. Maybe it is the only one there I; we could not see any others on the map, they had on the wall at the reception, and the hotel shop did not sell any maps of the area.

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I saw this tree on the way. It has some kind of fruit or nuts on it, but I don’t know what it is. If you know, please tell me in the comments.

We saw lots of vultures. Three of which sat on the path right in front of us until we came too close and they flew away.

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If you zoom, you can see one spreading its wings, another behind it and a third to the right.

 

Halfway up the hill we found an orange tree, with green turning orange fruit hanging from the branches. In several places, we crossed withered palm leaves, at least two meters long. A humming bird flitted about a bush, but it was gone before I could get my phone out.

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The hotel in the middle and the dam to the right.

All in all, it was a great experience to see their rain forest, and I would have liked to see more, but the next day, we took a taxi to Trinidad.

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The horses seemed to enjoy the place too.

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I found these outside the hotel. I don’t know who they belonged to.

Trinidad

Our casa particular in Trinidad was filled with stairs and bright colours.

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The winding stair leads to the terrace and more rooms.

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The first level of terrace. The next is up the stairs to the right.

We went to Plaza Major, where there were many beautiful old buildings. Then we went for a walk around the church. We found many galleries in Trinidad (also in Habana, when we went back there) and the paintings were of many different things and in many different styles, but it did seem like most of them used bright colours.

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We went up a bell tower, but did not see much of the museum on the ground floor, because they were closing when we got down.

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We went up as far as we could get.

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The bells! The bells!

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From the tower. The forest is not that far away.

As the sun set, live bands began to play in all the cafés and restaurants. We ate our dinner listening to Guantanamera and Muchos Besos.

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If you are a fan of old cars, Cuba is the place to go.

To be continued…

A Trip to Cuba, Part 2

At the Casa Particular

After a drive in our red (inside and out) taxi, we arrived at our casa particular. A casa particular is very much like a bed and breakfast. In our case, our rooms were actually two small flats in the garden, one on top of the other.

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The door to the lower flat and the balcony from which one could enter the upper flat.

At this point, it was close to 8 pm local time, which means it was 2 am for us. So after a quick dinner at a local restaurant I collapsed on my bed.

I woke at 4 am and again at 5 am and again at 6 am. When I finally got up at 6:30 I was very groggy, but the shower cured most of it. Especially since there was only cold water (in the red tap) and icy water (in the blue tap).

Outside it was a beautiful morning with blue sky, birds chirping and it was already warm enough to wear only a t-shirt. Our landlady put things on the garden table until it looked like this:

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We never had too little to eat while in Cuba.

And then she asked us how we wanted our eggs.

Our fruit plate consisted of a banana, some watermelon, some pineapple, some papaya and a fruit, which I still have not found out what is.

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I ate it anyway and swallowed the pips…

It is the one above the pineapple and watermelon. In the soft middle part, it had lots of small, ball shaped pips, which were too hard to chew. If you recognize it, please tell me what it is in the comments.

Horses on the Motorway

After breakfast, our driver from the day before took us to the bus station, so we could take the bus to Santa Clara and from there a taxi to Hanabanilla.

It was a long and cold bus trip. I had to put on my jacket and scarf because they had set the air-condition to arctic. However, there were plenty of interesting things to see along the way. On our way out of Habana we were on a four lane motorway and in the first lane I saw both cyclists, scooters, hitchhikers and horse drawn carts.

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They seem to use them for transporting both people, hay and furniture.

Later, I also saw a man ploughing his field using oxen. It was like watching a film where the director could not decide on a century. In one field they use a tractor, in the next oxen. First we were passed by a modern Volvo, then a pair of cowboys with their cattle.

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Taken from the taxi.

Our taxi from Santa Clara to Hanabanilla was a classic example of a car that would have been expensive in 1950. Unfortunately, I forgot to take a picture of it. Even when our driver stopped the car halfway up a hill, pulled the handbrake, tied the handbrake to the steering wheel with a piece of rope and got out of the car to pour water on the motor. We got out of the car, just in case, and watched as he opened the hood. There was smoke rising from the engine, but our driver did not seem worried, and sure enough after he had poured on the water and untied the handbrake, he drove us the rest of the way to Hanabanilla without incident.

To be continued…

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