I woke up this Saturday morning thinking of my first novel. It’s a (as far as I can remember) a 190.000 word tome about an Icelandic woman who, in the process of moving back to Iceland, looses her name and the journey she needs to take to get it back sets her on a strange adventure that involves skydiving and the old Norse Gods. This is essentially the novel that taught me how to write. That first really big project that showed me just how strenuous and hair-pullingly difficu
The other night I was sitting with Twitter open, which I often do when I’m working at night as it gives me the illusion that I’m not sitting in a room alone working. Sometimes, when I’m feeling especially focused I have a TV series playing in the background. Now it can’t be just anything. Preferably it’s a series that you can miss parts of without feeling like you’ve missed everything. That excludes most HBO shows, some of those you have to see twice without looking away once
Insecurity There are paintings on the wall abstract, strange things that make no sense to me tell me nothing about the world, or about you, just lines and colours organised or in disarray. You tell me there is a box in the attic filled with scarves and old things, but when I open the box all I see is a picture of you. It’s black and white looks like it was taken in a different era back in the days when men wore top hats, opened doors for a lady and then tied her to a stove fo
The Icelandic word “Söknuður” is a noun and I find it hard to translate to English. In the “ordabok.is” it’s translated as “regret; nostalgia” and that fits somewhat - and yet not at all because in my mind the word “Söknuður” doesn’t have as much to do with the past as Nostalgia does and it doesn’t connote the idea of having done something you wish you hadn’t at all. This song actually titled “Söknuður” might be the best way to explain the word and I’m pretty sure that even t
I’ve always been a bit jealous of people who say they have a book that changed their lives in a fundamental way. I love books, but for the longest time I didn’t have that. I had no book that single handedly changed the way I thought or changed the way I was or wanted to be, not in any fundamental way I thought. I’ve loved many books and while they have made a strong impact I couldn’t say with good conscience that I ever read a book that really changed my life. Or so I thought
Some stories come easily and others have a difficult birth and you're never truly satisfied with them. I have several lying around that are "finished" but haven't seen the light of day because of different reasons. This one was written a few weeks back and almost became one of those but today, because I have a pain in my right shoulder and shouldn't be spending too much time by the computer, I re-read it and decided to give it a slight makeover and throw it out there. So here
Welcome! As you can see I've moved virtual homes and if you're here reading you have found my new address. This place is hopefully a bit cosier and certainly a lot more functional. To celebrate this move I have a story for you. It's called THE CONTINGENCY OF ODD THINGS and it is the story of Pholl and his clan of Kobolds. They're not like other creatures. It's flash fiction, short and concise hopefully, and I'm going to put it up as an eBook incase you prefer to pick it up an
I have a story for you. It's 2600 words and I haven't been able to conjure up a picture for it yet so I don't have it as an eBook just yet. I'll try to get that done later. In the meanwhile here it is. THE MOST BORING DAY OF THE 20TH CENTURY A computer was fed over 300 million facts about history, people and places and the date that it chose as the most boring date in the history of the 20th century was the 11th of April, 1954. I’m 83 years old, but on that date I turned 20.