August 4th, 2012
July 12th, 2012
June 16th, 2012
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 …
May 8th, 2012
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
April 26th, 2012
I’ve been under a compressed time frame called a deadline, writing myself into a cocoon-like state, contemplating plots and counting words. Not exactly a five star life, but worth every minute spent, none the less. Being a writer is the best and worst job I can think of; wonderful, because you are your own boss and there are no rules, and the most frustrating job also, because “real” people, the heart-people in your life, don’t understand, that they are the enemy whilst you write, much less why. It’s been a tough couple of months, and not only for me. I’ve missed many magic moments with my family and friends, and I have so much to make up for, places to go, things to see, but first and foremost an 8-year old I need to smother in kisses. #Reclaiming my life.
Photo Credit: Lukas (Testino) von Holdt – 8 years old
February 7th, 2012
My home under the beating sun … a beautiful out island in the Bahamas, frozen in time. Or so it seems. This is where I have my thoughts and the roaring sound of the surf all to myself. When the power goes out (and it always does), and I can’t find a copy of USA Today anywhere, I don’t despair, ’cause I’ve got the warm banana winds, the sweeping casuarina trees, and the green of the sea. And I’d much rather step in dead snake, share my bedroom with lizards, and eat peas for a week (because the boat didn’t come in), than freeze in the icy pits of Denmark.
Annika von Holdt