Category: Writing

Trying to find a balance 0

Trying to find a balance

Sometimes it’s so easy. You have a job to do and you get the job done. Nothing more to it. No procrastination, no bad vibes of inadequacy, no guilt trips. I thought the deadline...

My unability to understand unnecessary rudeness 0

My unability to understand unnecessary rudeness

I’m irritated right now and shouldn’t be writing this, but oh well… The reason is the people at the folkhögskola in Storvik where I’m attending a weekend meeting with my Creative Writing course. For...

Impressions of Crete 0

Impressions of Crete

different shades of green from yellow to blue spread like an ocean’s rainbow in the greenery of Almirida bay where the trees bear flowers of the brightest pink and reggae music is mixed with...

Literary scams 0

Literary scams

Ever since I signed up for the Creative Writing class three years ago, William, our teacher, has warned me and the other writers of literary scams on the internet. Yet, I’ve fallen for one....

Artist date = some time alone 0

Artist date = some time alone

I’m at the Blue Lotus having chai and a warm sandwich. It’s the first real artist date, if I’m strict with Cameron’s definition. I’ll spend an hour or so here, then take my artist...

Colorado week 0

Colorado week

I’ve been at P&D’s place for a week now. Colorado is beautiful. The altitude makes me sleepy though, and the air dries my mouth and skin. Today we went up into the mountains. For...

How I ended up in Utah for four hours 0

How I ended up in Utah for four hours

Things change quickly. P has been asking me to come sooner ever since I booked my domestic tickets when I couldn’t get hold of her. Yesterday I agreed to, seeing how she’s going through...

At Elliot Bay Book Company in the afternoon 0

At Elliot Bay Book Company in the afternoon

Liquorice spice tea, an odd combination of orange and anis. Veggie chili soup and a foccacia with mozarella, red peppers, tapenade and basil. This is my lunch in the basement of Elliot Bay. A...

A day full of words, outside and in 0

A day full of words, outside and in

What wonderful places! What oasises, what inspiration, what a bubbling, singing, laughing, crying cacaphony of creativity and life! Seattle is beating with a warm pulse, and I can feel my own adjusting. At the...

Back at the Bowery – slam night 0

Back at the Bowery – slam night

He is high on himself On a vacation from drugs Speeding in Memory Lane Stuck in a 60s love loop Faster faster Faster faster Faster faster No, stop! Stop! Exit sign, he gotta find...