Update Twenty-one
When I’m right, I write. But occasionally, I’m not. Then it turns sketchy.
From the archive: Sunday Paper
(First published Sep. 23, 2010) Sunday mornings are made for comfy sweats, long brunches and thick newspapers. I don’t have the right book at hand, so I quote loosely: “For six days thou shall bust thy back, but on the seventh day thou shall kick back and not do any work” – or words to…
Divine inspiration
I’m not sold on divine inspiration. The inspiration that comes to your desk as you sit there, rocking back and forth, banging your forehead on the keyboard, cramming blood out of stone; that’s surely not it. “Divine inspiration is the concept of a supernatural force (…) causing a person (…) to experience a creative desire”…
Profesjonell prokrastinerer
Hei, jeg heter Mia og jeg er en profesjonell prokrastinerer. Jeg kunne antakelig skrevet en bok om det, men – som sagt – jeg behersker til fulle kunsten i å sitte på hendene. I stedet leser jeg om det. Med en blanding av snerrende forakt og klynkende selvmedlidenhet klikker jeg på nettartikler om skrivesperre, deadliner og selvdisiplin.…
Professional procrastinator
Hello, I’m Mia and I’m a professional procrastinator. I could probably write a book on the subject, but – like I said – I’m fully mastering the art of sitting on one’s hands. Instead, I read about it. In a combination of sneering disdain and whimpering self-pity I browse online articles on writer’s block, deadlines and…
Tallkunster, Florida Life
Badevekten er i kaldt børstet stål, med digitale tall. Det inngir unektelig en viss seriøsitet. En aura av teknisk overlegenhet og tysk presisjon. Jeg kan ikke huske hvor mye jeg betalte for den. Men jeg tenker på den som dyr. Det er derfor ekstra skuffende at vidunderet nå avslører tegn til materialtretthet. Den viser konstant en…
After The Snow …
– The snow’s so deep! Why don’t you pick up the poor dog and carry it? – It’s a Saint Bernard, ma’am.
New Year’s Resolutions, sketch
– To beet or not to beet … Now, that’s the question!
Somebody’s Going Down for This
The glossy magazines are fronting tape measures and diet food. So, it’s January and payback time and we all have different ways of coping. Some, like me, spend a lot of time looking for someone to blame; One spends some glorious weeks of carefree gluttony, and then one’s suddenly left with hips that barely fit…