Sunday, October 25, 2009


It's been a great weekend so far: Coffee with Lin at Påfyll. I was Magnusless, and it was my first time sitting down there for months, since it's not safe to leave the stroller outside on the narrow sidewalk with the tram rumbling by. I even got to sleep in while my Pan and Magnus hung out. When I finally awoke, I snapped the photo above. The kid likes his dad, no doubt about it.

Life as the mother of an infant is much busier and more exhausting than I had imagined, but now that the first weeks of utter chaos are over, it's also really nice. I don't have a lot of time to write, because Magnus doesn't like to sleep during the day, except when we're out walking. So every day we trudge along, criss crossing Grünerløkka, staying withing a fifteen minute distance of the toasty apartment and the boppy pillow in case the food alarm goes off. The low, golden sun that lit up all of September and most of October is gone, but the birch leaves still glow yellow and the noses of the not-so-steady crowd on Olav Ryes now glow red, and the shop windows glow with twinkly lights. We follow the river, stop on the bridges to listen to the waters rushing by. And as we walk, I have time to think about my story, and there have been a snick or two.

Thank goodness none that will require extensive re-writes, but I've made some decisions regarding the Inner Realms that I'm quite pleased with. Fayre and Telthic are now twin cities in Someria, instead of independent states. The league of traditions now has three provinces, Nordia, Grymm and Legendwald, all rooted in Northern European fairy tales instead of a mish mash of traditional tales from around the world. Less clutter, more sense, clearer flavour. Oh, and the name of the realm where Snowchild takes place will be changed. I've not completely made up my mind yet, but I have an idea.

Just need to do some more walking first.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009


I feel like a kid with a stutter: so much I wanted to say, in so few seconds, and nothing good comes out.

I could write about my Pan's 30th birthday, which came and went in a flurry of nappies and muffins and beef. Or about my favourite season, so absolutely beautiful this year, golden and with twirling leaves falling into my hair and onto the stroller as we walk along the river. Or about my wonderful, little kid, the coolest and kindest and sweetest baby on the block. Or all of Oslo, maybe? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's all of Oslo. Or about the song I sing him, where I wrote the lyrics and my brother some of the music, and I the rest. But now Magnus woke up, and I've run out of time.

So exhausted, but happy. B-b-bye.

Monday, October 5, 2009

No, seriously!

Magnus tells jokes now.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Who's this?!

I could have sworn this is a happy baby, who got enough sleep last night and who is cooing contentedly after a meal and a change. It can't possibly be Magnus!