Fear Is No Argument

Here I am, in this rather unfamiliar place. I’ve come this far and now I stand at the age of the cliff blindfolded and don’t know if I’m able to jump. All of a sudden I lost my selfconfidence. All these years that I’ve worked and learned and strived to become the writer I yesterday

A Writer At The End Of Her Rope

I might never again write any word of fiction. I deeply love words, to put them together, shuffle them around, polish, make them glow and shine. I love to tell stories, to create characters, to live with them, to see them evolve and then give them the freedom to leave me and wander off to

The Writer

That strange mood that a lonely evening at the lake can put me in when the sun choose to set in yet another spectacular way and a warm quiet wind stirred gently. The evening, one of the last of a summer that was too short, one that already hints of autumn. That mood that comes