Snusmumriken

I’m at riksarkivet right now. Hilde bought me lunch and helped me to get access to the book, and it’s thick as hell and I picked a beetle out of the cover in which it had eaten a tunnell a long time ago. I’m pleasantly surprised. The letters are clear and readable, I was seriously afraid of all those squiggly lines that 18th century gothic handwriting sometimes consist of, but this book had letters, and I could read about 80% of it. I've also found a two page long text about the riot itself, which made it look like there are other sources to the event. I need to get down to Tvedestrand within a month or so, to talk to local history people and look at the place. It'll be fun, but I might need to borrow a car to be able to get back and forth without spending the night there.

At least one thing is certain. I’ll be writing about a riot in Lyngør in 1801, and I’ve got 1500 interviews to read. God I’m excited. And I’m a bit scared. It all feels so big.

Yesterday, we were roleplaying, and we’ll have the last session in the campaign next weekend. I don’t want it to end. For some reason I grow really really attached to my characters, just like I can’t seem to let the fictional characters in the books I read go. I know that’s what leads to fanfiction, but not in my case. In my case it’s what leads to the constant “can we play more”-nagging. But Martin is leaving in a week or so, and Aksel is leaving next tuesday. I can't say I'm looking forward to it. I like them. I like having them around. I’m going to miss them when they go.

Watched goodness gracious me with Mikael last night, and it was still funny. I'd forgotten all about it until he came up with the dvd’s.