Sometimes I wonder as to my choice of profession. I mean, seriously, numbers? (Ahem … Chief Financial officer, no less, that’s me. Sounds posher than it is.) How could someone who adores words and has a huge passion for history and books end up doing Finance? Okay, so I do get to use words in …
I have a thing about spiders. Let me rephrase that; I go weak kneed and squeak like a trapped mouse when I run into spiders indoors. Too many legs, too fast, too unpredictable … ugh! Outdoors, I have a “Live and let live” policy towards these creatures. I can actually concede that a spiderweb decorated …
Today I bought a packet of ”Scottish cookies with Belgian chocolate” in my Swedish supermarket. Ah, the joys of globalisation, hey? I must admit it was the word Scottish that attracted me in the first place – that and the rather discreet packaging in white with a picture of – yupp, you guessed right – …
A sock. Dirty and crumpled, it lies on the otherwise empty floor. I bend down to pick it up, mumbling that how difficult can it be, to put your dirty clothes in the laundry hamper, and why … I break off halfway through my little rant. He’s gone, off to do his own things in …
Publishing a book bears a remarked resemblance to being stuck in a hole and yelling “Hello? Can anybody hear me?” Just because the book is there, it doesn’t automatically sell itself, nor do reviews start pouring in from right left and center. Okay, okay; my book is still a baby, a mere two or three …
Lately, Ms Inspiration has not been much help. Not so that she doesn’t spout ideas – she most certainly does, especially around three o’clock in the morning – but her attention span is the size of a newt’s, which means none of the ideas go much beyond an image or two. It’s very annoying to …
We lose some people along the way. Sometimes we lose them because we take our eyes off the ball for an instant and when we look back the person is gone, having slipped off in a different direction than ours. Other times, we lose people because it hurts too much to hold on to them, …
The cursor blinks. It’s been doing that for very many hours, an enervating reminder of the fact that so far I have written not one single word in my new novel. Or rather I have, but I’ve deleted it just as fast. The most irritating aspect is that I know exactly what I want to …
The Pride festival is upon us. Once a year, Stockholm blooms into a mad, crazy festival celebrating the joys of love. Pride festivals occur all over the world, and in some countries these festivities come under severe attack from conservative moralists due to the overt homosexual themes. In Stockholm, the Pride festival has become so …
It has arrived. Not by stork, but by lorry, but the feeling is much the same as that of holding a child. My book. I can heft it in my hand, my imaginary world made real through the sheer weight of the paperback with my name on the spine. Miniature bubbles fizz their way up …
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