Dear ones, I made a new thing for you: The Unravelogue!
We (as in: my family and I) are trying to sell our tiny regenerative goat dairy farm because it's eating us alive, and we have nothing left to give. No money. No energy. Nothing.
If you're new here: Welcome! And yes, I do write books but I also make cheese, milk goats (but no longer), and run a farm on Gotland together with my family.
Tiramisu and her 2 kids
We’re now trying to shrink our life into the shoebox-sized chaos of an old camper, evade the next Nordic winter, and follow our gut across Southern Europe while writing wild stories, making cheese, living like nomads, and trying to fall in love with life again. For once, we'll not need meticulous day-to-day plans on how the hell we're going to pay the mortgage and feed the goats through winter while still being able to feed ourselves.
We don’t know yet if any of this will actually happen, and if we'll return to Gotland or stay on the road, or if we'll just take our old car to Ireland and hide somewhere in Kerry for a year.
All we have is:
A farm crusted with broken tools and melted dreams.
Exactly three humans (me, husband, teenage daughter) and one puppy.
No funds. Not even for new underwear. Everything has holes.
What Is The Unravelogue?
It’s a private, ride-or-die members-only journal of the deeply unreasonable experiment that is our life. In it, you'll find (but don't hold me to it):
Emotionally raw entries from the road to nowhere (and maybe somewhere)
From packing rituals to bureaucratic disasters to crazy hopes and dreamsEmotional gut punches and small revelations about family, survival, travelling without a plan, and not knowing what the hell we’re doing and what will become of us
Failure logs. Not as cautionary tales, just as real-time notes from the unravelling
Fiction fragments, folklore sightings, and family story experiments
Map updates full of wish-we-could-go-theres and shite-we-have-to-deal-with-these-dorks-too
You probably didn't know this but I LOVE making mozzarella (fior di latte) because it means I can eat LOTS of mozzarella. And I hope I can find a cheesemaker in Italy who shows me all the mozz-making secrets.
So yeah. The Unravelogue is a chaos log.
It’s also a story incubator, a living archive, and maybe someday…a road-built book of everything we carried and everything we let go.
For now, it’s just you, dearest co-weirdos, us, a huge cheese-shaped hole where our plans used to be, and the next crooked step forward.
Ready?
No map. No plans. Just stories.
Come with us. Watch what happens and what doesn’t.
For this special occasion, I made a sticker for you to print and put anywhere, even on your toilet lid if you like:
Life on a small farm is often romanticized. And yes, it can be lovely. But it's also back-breakingly, souly-crushingly harsh.
Despite all the chaos, my two fiction projects are growing and that makes me very happy:
Current state of fiction affairs
Because good things need to be celebrated, I made phone wallpapers for all the lovely Backstage Shenanigans members, based on the cinematic editions of The Girl Who Ran With Monsters series and The Memory Collector series. You can download them here.
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And a big shoutout to Irina, Nancy, and Fabian - our new Backstage Shenanigans members! Thank you so much for your support!
Until next time,
