… I’ve got me a hair cut, and a bath so I now match the interior.
Hello me
|May 14th, 2013
Home is where the heart is
|May 6th, 2013
I came home with this plant today. I carried it home from the florist, sweating and swearing – it is rather big and heavy (fragile, too) “Don’t tell me you paid for that,” said my partner in crime. “That is the saddest thing I have ever seen.” I didn’t tell him that I paid $80 for it – $40 for each leaf.
Pillows, Linen & Silver balls: Day Home
Bed Spread & Candle holders: Rue Vert Plus
Dog: Mine (and very dirty: the 9-year old shared his tomato soup with her, and she now has an orange beard)
One shade of White
|February 10th, 2013
… and a dash of red.
You can have me anyway you want
|November 18th, 2012
I am so all round.
Whatta ya know?
|August 11th, 2012
Somebody around here is reading my book …
Vanity is my favorite sin
|August 8th, 2012
“A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price.”
-Carlos Ruiz Zafon
One of those Months
|June 11th, 2012
It’s turning into one of those months. I finished my manuscript last month, been editing, fretting, proof-reading, editing again, fretting a little bit more, and now it’s eventually out of my hands. Loss and relief in just about equal measure. And a feeling of emptiness. What now? Where to go from now? … I had decided that I had written my last thriller – not my last book, mind, when I wrote SOV SOM DE DØDE, but an idea has sprung to mind – a thrilling one at that: cruel, black and gothic. Go figure. And goes to show that I don’t decide anything. It’s the story, the story decides, it’s always the story.
Back to the keyboard then …
Annika von Holdt
