Now or never

If I don’t write now, I might never have the courage to do so again.

I know that that is not true. But I haven’t published a blog post since the last contribution to the advent calendar went up.

That’s not good.

But I am not here to berate my absence of writing, or to provide my lovely readers with explanations (work, kids, family, writer’s block, no energy, feeling obliged to reply to comments and visit blogs when there is not enough time to do so… the list is long).

Today, I am here to write. My whole family is sleeping, if I am not mistaken everything that had to be done is done (writing those words the 5 copies of an exam I have to grade shoot to my head, oh no! Grading papers is not a fun thing (it can be when it is creative writing), especially when you have no idea what the student wrote about…

So, I have so many stories that want to ooze onto the pages. I have my life to share… Travels to tell you about, amazing places to visit, a new series in my head and so on. But for so long I had something blocking my path.

And writing is self-care for me! It’s more than a hobby, it’s a lifeline it’s where I am at home. It’s how I want to pay the rent!

Now enough of my ramblings. Now that’s off my heart and I shall hopefully jump right back into blogging where I left off shortly after my mother’s death…

Bye for now, but I will be back. And if you really miss me, you can always follow me on Instagram (even if you don’t miss me, follow me…)

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A question for authors

Over the spring and summer this year, I read quite a few books. Most of them brilliant, I have decided that if I get too bored I don’t continue right away. I still give the book a second chance later on, because sometimes it’s not the book but my mindset, the weather, distractions or not being keen on the genre or style at a given moment. I read in my three languages from traditional as well as self-published authors, and I stumbled across mistakes of all nature. Continue reading “A question for authors”

The trouble with glass

“Sorry, we just have three glasses.

In the past we had more,

but you know glasses break.

And well ours all broke. These actually don’t they are made of a special glass.

Are you ok with a mug?”


Things that slipped out of my mouth ages ago when we had friends visiting…

© Solveig Werner 2017. All rights reserved. 

All is quiet

All is quiet.

The noise of the day has finally ceased. The house is no longer shaking from the demolition hammers and drills used need door.

The kids are sleeping. A sniffle and a snore can be heard from time to time.

My ears concentrate on a lovely sound. The ticking of a mechanical pocket watch. It seems alive. The other day we hung it on a nail, it’s small but the numbers are easily read, from a distance I can tell what time it is. As I listen to the ticking of this watch my eyes are attracted to it. The heart is strong, it makes its body move like a small pendulum.

All is quiet, I listen to the ticking of the watch. To the beating of the mechanical heart, there to give me the time.

What time is it?

Let me see.