Category: Writing

Stockholm har fått en bokmässa 0

Stockholm har fått en bokmässa

7-9 april anordnades Street Ord & text på Streetmarknaden. Det är ett evenemang som kommer återkomma två gånger om året, och arrangörerna hoppas att det ska kunna utveckla sig till Stockholms svar på Göteborgs...

Fullspäckad helg 1

Fullspäckad helg

I helgen hade jag lyxproblem – massor av intressanta och roliga saker att göra, men de krockade tyvärr. Streetmarknaden hade Ord & text-festival med intressanta författare fredag-söndag, Moderna museet hade seminarium om datorkonst på...

Early morning at the tram stop 0

Early morning at the tram stop

I woke up at 4 AM this morning, unable to go back to sleep. Thoughts of texts and departures, my future writing and how to find a natural time and place for it, kept...

This and that 0

This and that

Today has been a very slow day at work. The things I need to get done before the weekend cannot be done until I get the material from the paper edition, and the material...

Cool handbags for sale 0

Cool handbags for sale

I’m selling a couple of my corset handbags at Tradera, along with some cell phone blinking tinklets of Eeyore and Hello Kitty. So far the bids are very low, so if you’re interested, this...

Mini-break coming up 0

Mini-break coming up

A flu of some kind is creating quite a problem at work. A lot of people are home ill, and it’s hard to find replacements. I was supposed to work the morning shift Friday,...

No longer afraid of happiness 0

No longer afraid of happiness

It could be simple to find happiness if your demands are low. To sleep a whole night and wake up when you are fully rested, that is a gift. After working the morning shift...

Dimmed lights, flickering flames 0

Dimmed lights, flickering flames

I lit seven lanterns and comforted myself into my favourite chair watched them flicker with the autumn winds reaching in through the balcony glass sipping Martini Bianco I let the night sing to me...

Question 0

Question

I wanted to write something. There was something I wanted to express, and express in my own way. It seemed important, somehow. Then the words started coming and they weren’t mine, or, not completely....