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,
“Well, everything is just as it should be,” my doctor tells me with a bored little smile. “But what about …” I cough. “Well, you know; I don’t want any more kids, and the IUD is well over five years old, and …” She laughs! Bloody woman. “I seriously doubt there’s any risk of you
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
When I was pregnant with one of our children, I had a rather severe case of DSP. Those of you who’ve experienced it, know just how hellish it is to feel how every step you take sort of grinds your pelvic bones together, sending acute waves of pain through your back and your pelvic area.
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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
This weekend has, for a change, been sufficiently dry to inspire me to do some gardening. Quite necessary, as weeds thrive in the wet summer we’ve had so far. Now one can either embrace weeds and decide thistles, nettles, dandelions, chamomile and out of control daisies belong in your flowerbeds, or one does one best