“A manifestation of literature, arts and culture
The Göteborg Book Fair is the largest cultural event in Scandinavia. Established in 1985, the Book Fair receives around 100,000 visitors every year.
(…) No other book fair in the world offers such a comprehensive conference program as the Göteborg Book Fair. Writers, scholars, Nobel Laureates, politicians and thinkers from around the world appear in readings, talks and high profile debates.”
I’ve been wanting to go to the Gothenburg Book Fair for the last ten years but always lived too far away. This year the stars aligned and I suddenly had time, energy, tickets and didn’t need to travel more than two hours to get there, so I dragged my friend J along to explore books. Continue reading
A few months ago I came across a call for micro stories by MatchBook. (The requirements were quite specific, as it could contain no more than 140 or so characters in total, divided into three lines. Read some of their stories here)
I tried writing a few and it wasn’t easy! But I liked the challenge, it is like flash fiction on a sugar high (or perhaps a diet?). Whichever simile you go for, it is a fun thing to try if you enjoy writing as well as puzzles. Plus it can be finished relatively quickly, which is very satisfying in itself.
Thought I’d share one of my attempts and my prompts for this one were mystery and cookies.
Her Enemy They Said
But his hands, so gentle, passed
only cookies with a hint of almond.
Hej torsdag! Snart helg everyhopa, håll ut lite till 🙂
Innan jag lämnade Vilhelmina var jag ju tvungen att ta en liten paus på Pralineriet och käka praliner. Hösten tittade hastigt förbi den dan så då passade det bra med en stor kopp varm choklad, så att lägga det här inlägget under ’Coffee’ är liiite fuskigt. Kanske. Kaffe finns iallafall, om man så vill. Och te, och renklämmor, god lakrist, kanske kakor, laxmacka, och praliner i mängder förstås. Go there.
P.s. jag har hittills aldrig blivit besviken över deras musiklista. Stort plus : )
Why, hello September! Looks like autumn is approaching. The usual signs are there: the nights are dark, stars are visible once more, and we get gloriously poetic, misty mornings. And like the birds I’ve migrated south for the winter. So far south, in fact, that I can’t go much further without tumbling into the Øresund and possibly drift over to Denmark. Continue reading