It’s been over a year since the last time I wrote anything. The writing gift kind of just vanished; the willingness to open the word processor and typing away wasn’t there anymore. And it’s not been the lack of things occurring to and around me. The total opposite, I would say. Yet, every time I…
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The second I saw that technical assessment I knew I was gonna fail. I sighed while reading the email and the document with all those fucking unrealistic requirements for a test that was supposed to take only 4-5 hours. “Fucking bastards,” I thought and got to work on it anyway. I didn’t have a choice….
Read moreIs this the end?
Unemployed for the last four and a half months, I have reached the point where I seriously ask myself if I have hit the end of the Scandinavian road. Perhaps the drying out of my words after the publishing of my latest novel was a tell-tale sign of an impending demise. The beginning of the…
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19:05, Chilean summer time. My words haven’t grazed my blog since January, when I texted my ex. A subsequent book, Surviving hygge, made it out from the guts of my online literary output. Sales have been disappointing, to say the least. Being completely silent in the meantime, avoiding spoiling the plot of my novel, now…
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It took four years of sweat, blood and tears. It took a toll. And it took a fuck-load of strength and resilience I didn’t know I had, until I found myself drowning in this shit and managed to stay afloat and swim to safety. This is not just a novel. It’s a testimony of my…
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