G for Glasskår

     Hver dag klokken 12 (undtagen søndag) kommer dagens A-Z indlæg hvis der altså kommer et.
     Temaet for i år er Drømme - dobbelthed, så lad os se, hvad der falder mig ind til det tema.

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  Every day at noon (except Sundays) a new A-Z post goes live - or no post today.
  The theme for this year, is Dream - Duality. let's see what crosses my mind on this theme.

G for Glasskår / Broken Glass

    Ingen regel uden undtagelser. I dag kommer dagens A-Z forsinket. Jeg skulle lige ud og tage et par billeder.
     For langsomt er der opstået et nyt koncept. De dage, jeg ikke allerede har et ord, og det er ret få faktisk, tager jeg en random ord-generator til hjælp. I dag fik jeg: Glasskår.
     Glasskår kan være rædsomt irriterende. For eksempel når man møder dem på cykel på vej til byen.

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  No rules without exceptions. Today's A-Z appears with a delay. I had to shoot a couple of photos first.
  Slowly a new concept has emerged for my A-Z Challenge. For those days, where I do not already have a word, I consult a Random Word Generator. Today I had: Glasskår - Broken Glass. Broken glass is a P.I.T.A when you meet them here on a bike ride to somewhere.

     Lad os lige kaste et lidt nærmere blik på dem. De her var en fin flaske i går eller for et par dage siden, nu er de en trussel for min arme cykels dæk.

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Let's have a closer look, shan't we? This was a nice bottle yesterday, or the day before. Now they pose a hazard to my poor bike.

Men hvis nu vi lader dem ligge i havet i et par årtier? Så ender de med at se sådan her ud. Og så er de lige pludselig flotte, ja måske endda noget at samle på.

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But if they're thrown into the sea and left there for a decade or two they end up like this. And that's another cup of tea entirely.

Jeg samler på dem, og håber på at blive god nok til at væve til at lave et gardin som det her.

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Now I collect them and hope to become good enough at weaving to make a curtain like this one.

F for Forår

     Hver dag klokken 12 (undtagen søndag) kommer dagens A-Z indlæg hvis der altså kommer et.
     Temaet for i år er Drømme - dobbelthed, så lad os se, hvad der falder mig ind til det tema.

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  Every day at noon (except Sundays) a new A-Z post goes live - or no post today.
  The theme for this year, is Dream - Duality. let's see what crosses my mind on this theme.

F for Forår / Spring

     Langsomt er der opstået et nyt koncept. De dage, jeg ikke allerede har et ord, tager jeg en random ord-generator til hjælp. I dag fik jeg: Forår. 
     Forår - drøm - dobbelthed. Et billede siger mere end tusind ord.

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  Slowly a new concept has emerged for the A-Z Challenge. For those days, where I do not already have a word, I consult a Random Word Generator. Today I had: Forår - Spring.
  Spring - Dream - Duality. A picture is worth a thousand words.

Words for Wednesday and IWSG

The Words for Wednesday is a movable feast, celebrating writing.

And this is a The more, the merrier kind of endeavour, so Please, remember to follow the links, go and read other peoples' stories.
And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement.
We ALL need encouragement.

In April you'll find the Words for Wednesday at Messymimi's blog. Today she has given us:

Opinion
Shell
Clue
Seed
Attention
Sit
    and/or
Story
Makeup
Corn
Emotion
Mess
Circle

This turned into a re-write of a bit of one of the first chapters of Unicorn Farm; my magical autobiography, and once again I took up the additional challenge of using the prompts in the order they were given.

"In my opinion," Susan said, "it is not possible to make  shells into plates. Not nice plates, anyhow.
"Susan," Heidi said, "you really haven't got a clue how transformation works, do you?"
"Oh yes! Of course I have. You swish your wand just so," Susan said and suited action to words, swinging her wand impatiently through the correct move, "and the you tell those stupid shells to turn into plates. Only they don't!"
"Listen, Susan. Inside every thing, every shell, button, or whatever, there's a tiny seed of being. A thing that makes a plate a plate and a shell a shell. You have to sort of push this seed into wanting to be a plate, then the rest will follow."
Heidi had Susan's attention now, her anger at Heidi's lecturing gave way to puzzlement. "Say what?" she said. "Can you say that once again in normal Danish?"
"Sit down," Heidi said and sat down at a big stone herself. Susan followed suit, and Heidi picked up a shell."Look at this shell, every scar and imperfection tells a bit of its story. It is not totally alike to any other shell on the  whole beach."
"Just like snowflakes?" Susan interrupted
"Uh-huh," Heidi said nodding, "something like it. Every grain of sand it ever met, every wave, is a part of its makeup. Pick up another one."
Susan picked up a shell. "Look at it," Heidi said. "Look at the shell-nes of it. Now imagine a cob of corn, all those small shallow holes where the corns have sat. Can you see the similarities?"
Susan nodded.
"If you notice the details of  what make a shell a shell and a corn cob a corn cob," Heidi said, "you can change one into another much easier than by forcing the change."
Different emotions cursed through Susan. Frustration that she was not able to do even the simplest transformation. Envy at Heidi, who could transform shells into plates or corn cobs or anything not alive. Gratitude that Heidi always willingly and patiently shared her knowledge - Susan never realized that she shared just as generously when she was in the know.
Susan said: "I'm tired of trying. My brain has turned to mush. Everything inside my poor skull is one mess. I can't even tell you if the plate I was supposed to think of, is a circle, an octagon or whatever."
"You need an ice cream cone!" Heidi said. "Let's walk up to the bridge and have one."
"Yes!" Susan said. "Doctor Heidi is right. Ice cream cones, and those from the parlour at the bridge in particular, are the medicine of choice to all evils."
Laughing and singing and skipping along the two apprentice witches went along the summery paths leading to the far away bridge with its famed ice cream parlour.

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April 6 question: Have any of your books been made into audio books? If so, what is the main challenge in producing an audio book?

MotherOwl's answer: Nope. None of my books have ever been made into audio books.  And as I love reading books on paper, and never ever have even tried an audio book, I would not know how or where to start doing this.

E for Enhjørningegården

     Hver dag klokken 12 (undtagen søndag) kommer dagens A-Z indlæg hvis der altså kommer et.
     Temaet for i år er Drømme - dobbelthed, så lad os se, hvad der falder mig ind til det tema.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ

  Every day at noon (except Sundays) a new A-Z post goes live - or no post today.
  The theme for this year, is Dream - Duality. let's see what crosses my mind on this theme.

E for Enhjørningegården / Unicorn Farm

Enhjørningegården, hvor alle Susans eventyr starter, findes faktisk i den virkelige verden også. Da jeg var lille, var vi ofte på besøg hos en moster i hendes sommerhus -  ja det er hende fra historien - omend hun nok ikke ville kunne genkende sig selv ;)
     I nærheden af sommerhuset for enden af en stor, bølgende kornmark, lå der en lang række træer. Bag de her træer, lå der en gammel, forfalden gård. Den så spændende ud, men vi børn havde fået at vide, at det var strengt forbudt at gå derhen. Og i modsætning til Susan holdt vi os faktisk fra at gå derhen, men ikke fra at kigge. Vi sad ofte på et af træerne, der var væltet og hvis grene var blevet til hestelignende stammer og drømte om de eventyr, vi kunne opleve der på gården. I vore drømme var der smuglere, guldgravere, skjulte skatte på lofterne og sådan noget - i stil med De Fem-bøgerne.

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The Unicorn Farm, where all Susan's adventures start, actually exists in the real world too. When I was little, we often visited an aunt in her summer house - yes, that's her from the story - although she probably wouldn't recognise herself ;)
     Near the cottage, at the end of a large rolling cornfield, was a long row of trees. Behind these trees, stood an old, dilapidated farmhouse. It looked interesting, but we children had been told that it was strictly forbidden to go there. And, unlike Susan, we actually refrained from going there, but not from looking. We often sat on one of the fallen trees, whose branches had turned into horse-like trunks, and dreamed of the adventures we could have on the farm. In our dreams we conquered smugglers, evil gold miners, or found treasures in hidden rooms in the attic, and so on - very much like The Famous Five.

D for Dråber

     Hver dag klokken 12 (undtagen søndag) kommer dagens A-Z indlæg hvis der altså kommer et.
     Temaet for i år er Drømme - dobbelthed, så lad os se, hvad der falder mig ind til det tema.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ

  Every day at noon (except Sundays) a new A-Z post goes live - or no post today.
  The theme for this year, is Dream - Duality. let's see what crosses my mind on this theme.

D for Dråber / Droplets

     Jeg var løbet tør for  ideer med D, men en random ord-generator gav mig Dråber. Så dem må jeg fortælle noget mere om.
     Dråberne har deres egen blog. Regnbuedråberne  Her fortæller En lille forhistorie om hvem de er. Men ikke om, hvordan de er opstået. Dengang vi flyttede ind i huset her, var der et gammelt æbletræ med meget sure æbler. En dag vi sad og tegnede, tegnede Storesøster en lille, dråbeformet fyr, og fortalte, at han altså boede ude i de sure æbler. I lang, lang tid derefter fortalte Uglemor en fortsats-godnathistorie om Dråberne, deres eventyr og kvaler.
     De blev tegnet, og de blev også brugt til at lære Trolli, Spirillen, Minimax og Piraten at læse og regne, noder, klokken og mange andre sære ting. Mestendels ved at Dråberne kom ud for små uheld eller hjalp dyr og blomster i haven.

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  I was - already - out of ideas for the A-Z Challenge. A random Word Generator gave me Dråber - Droplets. I got to tell a bit more of them.
  They have their own blog, The Rainbow Droplets. Here a How it all began, tells of who the Droplets are. But how they came to be is not in it. When we moved in, we had an apple tree in the garden, carrying very sour, inedible apples. One day, we sat drawing, BigSis drew a small guy with a drop as a head and told me he lived inside the sour apples. After this day,the good night story was an instalment of the Droplets' adventures - often very similar to what The Owlets had been up to. 
 As the family grew, the Droplets took on responsibility. They helped Trolli, Marsupilami, MiniMax, and Pirate in their reading and counting journey. They taught music, moral and many ohter things.Of course never explicitly, but hidden in a good story.
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     Her er den første side i Regnbuebogen EN FED GED! Beregnet til at lære om det bløde D i udlyd.
     Min drøm var at skrive en serie læsebøger,  der var logisk opbygget og med søde og uskyldige historier, der fik Ugleungerne til at lide og grine med Dråberne mens de lærte at læse uden at tænke over det.
     De virkede faktisk, Ugleungerne blev gode til at læse. Men jeg kom aldrig videre med ideen.

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This is a dummy of the first page of A Fat Goat. Written in simple, short words and with lots of them ending in D, which at the end of Danish words is [ð], an almost voiceless sound much like th in this.
  My dream was to create a system for beginner reading, build logically and with happy, innocent stories, making the Owlets suffer and smile with the Droplets while learning. 
   My idea worked, all the Owlets turned into good readers - some of them despite their teachers doing their worst - but I never got any further than writing 8 of around 24 planned books.