The third one this evening

It used to be simple. Or so it seemed. I got what I wanted – sometimes. Or if it was that I just stumbled upon it and got lucky. Still, it never went as I wanted it to. Some things did, though. Some things did. A tied up goat, waiting in the clearing, just moments…

Losing it and getting lost

Unfortunately I’m not all that well at the moment. I sleep badly, I eat poorly, my sugar levels are almost through the roof, and I’m not going to the gym as often as I want and need to. Of course, I know that it is all connected and that all I have to do is…

Dipped in tar and rolled in feathers

It’s a hard task being a humorous man with important things to say about life. When I am trying to be funny, people take me too seriously, and when I am trying to do good things for other people, I get criticized as a person (not my deeds, strangely enough).  I’d hate to be in…

The questionable combination of spinach and fish sticks

I was just in the bath and was feeling a little hungry. In the kitchen I became less hungry; I wonder if it really is a good idea to have fish sticks with the creamed spinach – it says on the package of spinach that it will be perfect. I have my doubts.

Today I’m a punk rocker – amongst other things

As everything else in life, my preference for what music I like comes in cycles. Today I’m a punk rocker (with a few sweet exceptions). I just checked the playlist on my phone (a HTC something-or-whatever, I never can remember the model) and here’s 60 albums that I love right now. This music really gets…

There’s something about her

I’ve been thinking about my female characters. Or any male author’s female characters, for that matter. Commonly I, and perhaps everybody else, as well, see what we want to see. Some ten or fifteen years ago, on a sunny spring day, I walked through a small town. Having walked through the whole town, I thought that…

An expanding universe

It’s the 11th of May and there’s a tree in full bloom outside my window. The sun makes it stand out against the building behind it and I just want to climb up into the tree and be there. Nothing else but just to be there, sitting on one of its branches, watching the people…

A Single Quest

Quest. Windmills. Love. Pain. Fears. Caution. Masks. Opportunities. Moment. Passed. Suddenly, and again, all the world’s a stage… I’m a really bad actor. Be. Love. Simple. Hero.

Plotting and scheming

For each script of an episode of Fawlty Towers, John Cleese told that they used to work six weeks. Two and a half weeks of those six they worked on the plot. They always made sure that they had the plot complete before they started on the dialogue. Sometimes I get an idea for a…

The chain reaction of evil

Yesterday hatred, and/or perhaps insanity, showed its ugly face in Norway. Voices of anger and hatred are raised all over the world. I have no words of my own, so I’ll borrow a few: “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness:…