|Express Yourself, with a Christmas Gift (IRB)|
|Written by Iceland Review|
|Tuesday, 27 December 2011 11:00|
This is my 63rd Daily Life column. I know this because for Christmas, I collected all my columns, articles I’ve written for various magazines and selected works from my portfolios in my creative writing courses during my university studies, both in Icelandic and English, and made a little book out of it for friends and family.
That ‘little’ book is 200 pages, size B5. The Daily Life columns make up two thirds of it.
It was really fun for me to collect all this material in one place. There’s the article I wrote for the Royal Scottish Geographical Society, about Icelanders’ seemingly uninterrupted state of happiness (mind you, printed right next to a letter from the Dalai Lama, also about happiness—made me very happy indeed).
There’s also a ‘Letter from … Reykjavík’ I wrote for a German magazine about foreign affairs (in English, though), where I slagged off my nation for being naïve and clueless about money and how the state treasury works.
And there’s various short prose there too, some of it merely ideas that sparked longer versions, still not ready to be shown.
Maybe it’s a little self-centric to fill a book with your own writing, wrap it up and give as a Christmas present. I even put a portrait of myself on the cover!
I’m still hoping my family and friends appreciate it, and feel lucky to have one of only 25 copies made.
I just thought, apart from wanting to give something original and personal… and not terribly expensive, that it was time to collect all this stuff I’ve written and cast out into the atmosphere, mostly via the internet.
With all that goes on there, and everybody’s hectic days of sifting out the really important things from all the other aggressiveness, my most loved ones—my most important critics—might not have noticed half of what I’ve written.
And if something was to happen to me, God forbid, where would they find it? Would they really think that all the free time I don’t spend with other people is wasted on watching TV, reading gossip and eating cake?
So I guess the reason for being so self-centric this Christmas was partly to try to explain to them that I write. I write a lot and it takes up a lot of my time. Some of it gets published, some of it not, but hopefully most of it will get published at some point in the future.
And that for every little piece they’ve happened to notice that I’ve written, there are at least five more. That it’s time consuming. And brain-wrecking.
And that even though I don’t appear to be doing much, I’m constantly keeping an inner eye on the world inside my head, that no one can see but me.
That’s what I wanted to portray with my egoistic Christmas present—and hope that they understand why I’m so aloof and distant sometimes.
To my readers, some of whom seem to be ever so devoted and contact me regularly, I thank you for your support and tokens of appreciation. I intend to put more emphasis on this aspect of my life in the year 2012, so know that your encouragement has meant a lot to me.
Here’s to a great New Year and many, many more words to come!
|Last Updated on Tuesday, 27 December 2011 17:38|