So if you had a 100K …

Jay, our resident toddler, has now been ill more than half the time since he started in the new daycare center in early January, so I’m still not free to work as much as I’d like in the webshop factory to put it mildly, but we’re getting by on my girlfriend’s salary. And chin ups.

Write rep: I’ve written about 2000 words on the next short story . Since early Feb.

Its plot is probably a bit more of a Freudian slip than I’d like, since it’s about a rich guy offering Carrie 100,000 dollars, no strings attached apparently – if she’ll finally just go out there and do her dream work, whatever it is: For the local refugee NGO that never has money, draw that graphic novel she always talks about, whatever she likes. And then quit her steady job as a cleaning lady (which she hates).

The only catch, as Carrie sees it, is serious enough for her: The guy is the ex boyfriend of her difficult mum. And he has some, to Carrie, weird slightly cult-ish spiritual leanings (which have prompted him to this initiative in the first place). And he is the ex boyfriend of her difficult mum.

If you want to read the first part it is here (password: read). Comments can be dropped here, if any.

So … what would you do if you magically had a 100K dollars and worked a job you hated? Quit, yes – and look for a new job?

But how much time would you give yourself to do … something or other you have always postponed? And what would it be?

There’s still mortgage, kids and all the other stuff – if you have it.

Not sure what I would do, so I guess that’s why I’m asking. Then I don’t have to think too much about it 😉

Not Another WordPress blog

I am still spending nearly all my time looking after my son, while he becomes comfortable with a new daycare provider we had to find for him.

And still working to earn my part of the daily bread in the evenings and on weekends (courtesy of my local web consultancy firm).

So my original ambition of finally doing a blog with super-duper-in-depth articles about life, the universe and everything is still shelved. Perhaps forever. And after, like, 20 attempts since 2004 … d’uh.

But you know what?

I don’t give a fuck.

I’d like to just post a few updates now and then about how life goes, and about how my short story writing goes. So that is what this blog IS going to be about from now on. Sorry for the false start last autumn. I seem to have a knack for that …

Speaking of stories …

In December I finished two novellas for the first time in a long time. Here they are, if you are interested:

Hello And Welcome

Carrie is close to going crazy for not being able to get something going with regard to her broken dreams about becoming an artist. But having been out of the practice for almost 20 years, having fried her brain more than once with coke in her younger days and now being caught up in family and dead end job … that gives her a constant feeling of not having time, space or energy to move on this path. Maybe she just has to let go and accept it is over. But then what?

Finished 16 December 2018, and taking place that day as well.

Like The Wind Through My Tree

About a lonely cop – Jon – trying to figure out if he has the courage to start a relationship with a lonely waitress – Carrie. Or if he even should, since he (rightly) suspects she, like himself, is ‘damaged goods’. Jon due to his alcoholic father and Carrie due to her former drug-use. In actuality they both need each other, but as often is the case – it is very, very hard to see that when you feel like the world’s greatest mess yourself …  

This story I finished in December 2018, but it takes place in 2005. Soundtrack: “She’s Like The Wind” by Patrick Swayze and Wendy Fraser (ah, nostalgia!).

I’d love to hear what you think of my short stories in general, so feel free to check them out. It’s contemporary fiction and it’s about the life of the same protagonist from her teens and until early 40’s:

Carrie Sawyer – recovering artist, restless traveler, mum-in-training.

Each story is intended to be self-contained – so you can start anywhere.

Until there is something new to tell – stay lit.