Category: Reading

Dear Mare,  We haven’t met yet, but I sincerely hope this will change somewhere in the near future. Since I have a rather troublesome relationship with the postal services (as well as with my hairdresser for that matter, but that is besides the issue here), I had dropped of my manuscript at your reception desk… Continue reading In The Meantime, The Slushpile Grows →

The train smells of wet people. Luckily there are enough carriages on the train this morning. We can all spread out, divide the space evenly. No one wants to chat on Monday morning. Me neither. Glad I found a place to sit and write. It’s dark and grey and wet outside and I see my… Continue reading My Rambling Mind →