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“If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” ― Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch I went on a journey this summer, a journey that made the concept of…

About Books – a list

I finished a book last night that captured me from the moment I saw it in the bookstore and it made me think that I haven’t been sharing enough what good books I’ve been finishing. I rarely finish books I don’t like so I only talk about books I do like – talking about books you…

Seeing SPOKEN WORD, the show

My life has been strange lately and so a while ago I decided to do something strange and see Bruce Dickinson talk, not sing. Talk. And yesterday was the day. I bought the ticket in June when I had just seen IRON MAIDEN for the second time in three days. The show is called SPOKEN…

The Death of an Author

A good writer has died. She was probably not someone you’ve heard of. At least if you aren’t a middle-aged woman raced in one of the Nordic countries. Have I really become that person? It seems like yesterday that I was fifteen and reading her stories. Margit Sandemo was a Norwegian author, she became 94…

4. Homecoming

In the wee hours of this morning it occurs to me that after coming home from being in the Big Sur that what keeps me awake isn’t the jet lag but the sheer sense of wanting to fully grasp what it was in that place that so captured the soul. Henry Miller speaks of finding…

WORLDCON76 – San Jose

It’s not easy to write about things like the WORLDCON. You meet a lot of people, muck around book rooms, bars, parties and panels. This being my second Worldcon I even see people I saw last year and stop to have a short conversation before moving on. This time it’s been a bit easier though…

3. Big Sur, Yes Sir

The feeling of just driving without having to follow an itinerary is pretty great. I woke up that morning, published the last travel journey before leaving the Inn, and then I just drove around without looking at the NAVMII at all. I found a seven-eleven and bought a few things, amongst those my breakfast in…

2. A little bit of Route 1

It is a strange feeling visiting a country you’ve seen so much of but have never actually seen with your own eyes before. The man at the car rental desk is a good example. He was very pleasant and helpful, recognized my name as Icelandic (despite me having a Swedish driver’s license) and that wouldn’t…

1. The Start of a Journey

Twenty years ago I headed on a journey that lasted for 20 years and not two weeks like I had been planning. We all set out on journeys like that at some point in our lives and they change us, alter us and sometimes they do last a lifetime. It was a bit chilly as…

I Live (A Poem)

I live in the space between your words, I live forever in the moment when you looked at me, anticipating my reaction. I live in the short glance, The quiet gesture, The forgotten moments. I live in the hours when the moon shines brightly Taunting me to tell it strange stories Of what never happened…

Silent Warfare (A Poem)

(Better read here) Those feelings inside me are not going away. I can name them after the dwarves in Snowhite, but that won’t change the fact that they’re sitting here, hiding in plain sight. The lightning flashes outside my window, but I hear no sound. And the silence is deafening. Overpowering. Hardboiled. I sing in…

Summer Break and Reading

I’ve decided to take a little summer vacation from THE CHESTNUT. I have a lot less time to focus on writing during the summer and I really need to spend the time I do have on the novel and though I am always working on a short story I’d like to relieve myself off the pressure…