My thought is try to summarize my year in this blog post.

Here are pictures, a short summary of that month and a few samples of my writing.



Felt like $h!t and wanted to go home from work and never see that place again. I was even considering telling the principal I’d quit and let them handle all the grading etc that must be done before summer. Good thing my BFF told me to stick it out.



Tried reading The Little White Horse (because it was JK Rowling’s favourite novel when she was little), only got about 3 chapters in and almost died from laughing when I read this.

I was also trying to write Swedish SF to send in to a competition. Finished it but won nothing.

Translated from Swedish.

Stars in the Sky
     “Big Dipper, Ursa Minor, Cassiopeia, Orion, Leo, Canis Minor …” She points them out one by one, mumbling quietly to herself not to forget, stuffs her hand into her pocket before the cold biting at her fingertips and stamp her feet to get the circulation going again. It smells like snow, and she looks away towards the mountains where the stars begin to disappear behind the clouds, she will have to be quick if everything is to be completed before the snow starts to fall.
The darkness is like a blanket around the small settlement and jacket LED light doesn’t do much more than to light up a few feet in front of her, but that’s enough to get the chores done. Wood must be collected, the fence checked, the well has to be covered and the generator seen to. A power outage in the middle of the night would be unthinkable. She shudders at the idea. First the fence, it rattles loudly as she yanks it to see if it is in place. Before she moves on, she makes sure it’s electrified again.



Easter holiday and the family went to visit my parents. A day at Kolmården Animal Park is obligatory.



Lovely students wished me a happy birthday with my own meme, that group was the only one I’d really miss… don’t get me wrong, I sort of miss all my students. Some just get closer to your heart.

Wrote some more short stories in Swedish.

A Sunny Day in May
He looks at me. Did I stare again? I don’t know, wasn’t really paying attention. Something in his eyes makes me start fidgeting and my mouth goes off by itself.
“I’m waiting for the others, they’re not here yet . We were supposed to meet here at three. I was early. I tend to be. But that’s okay today because it’s so nice.” Anything to fill the silence. He listens, nods and looks up at the church clock tower.
“They’re late.” I roll my eyes and look towards the park, but there’s no sign of them.
“They’re never on time, I always have to wait.” Trying to act nonchalant, but failing to hide my irritation. “It sucks, once I’d like to be the one who keeps them waiting. But it won’t happen. I’m too much of a  time pessimist ” SHUT UP! No, that’s impossible. Him standing here and smelling so nice and looking so hot does nothing to calm me. Shit. Leah focus, focus!
“Anyhow…” With an apologetic smile I look away towards the ice cream place. They have to show up soon.



Was told I just ruined a guys future at the school, because I wasn’t going to be there when next year started (I get massive bear hugs from him and a few others when I show my face there now). Also got 2 kg (about 4,4 lb) of chocolate and a lovely poster by the same group that gave me the meme (I’m not crying, just got something in my eye).



Last day at (then) awful workplace. The feeling of leaving that place was pure bliss!



A few days spent at the Swedish West Coast. Lovely doesn’t even begin to describe it. Last year’s summer was brilliant.



New job and a new office. I was so happy I only had to be out of work a Friday (old job ended August 16th, a Thursday, and new started August 19, a Monday). I’m still very happy and feel blessed to have gotten this job.



This fortune cookie seemed to have spoken the truth. Now I have a short story that’s about to be published in an anthology and I have my Swedish novel that is sought after.



Rome and Assisi, a lovely 4 days in Italy. With lots of churches and ice cream. Had gotten bling bling nails for this trip and I felt ever so classy. In Italy I also had so much time for writing, and I wish to go back. Assisi is beautiful and a few days sitting at a cafe with my notebook would be wonderful.

The other short stories I had thought might fit the competition are all handwritten in my notebook, so there will be no sneak peak of those. Another time perhaps.



Full speed ahead for my short story. I felt that I had a good one and really hoped they’d like it.



Christmas preparations and celebrations. Mum and I made doughnuts (DELISH) and I now feel that I could make them on my own. I was told that my Viking Steampunk short story was accepted for the Borderlands Anthology, a big thing for me as English isn’t my first language and I didn’t know who and what I was up against.

Once Upon a Frozen North
The best way to approach Birka is by boat. Gliding towards the giant Viking city, the towers and longhouses slowly rise from the water, the longship’s steam engine purring beneath your feet. It’s the best feeling in the world. A busy frenzy keeps everyone running about at the big harbour; cargo is hauled off and on the hundreds of ships that lay aft by bow, the red and white sails tied to the mast. The smell of fish and motor oil is only overwhelmed by the stench from the tanneries preparing leather and furs to be traded for precious stones and metal.

Ups and downs, like every year. New friends and new places, making me feel so blessed.

I hope your 2014 brings everything you wish for and that we all can give a little more love to the world, making it a better place.