You are currently browsing the category archive for the ‘Quote’ category.

I’ve learned something. And though some might think that this is something everybody ought to know, it’s taken me time to actually realise it. 

Although this will probably not mean I’ll take it to heart all the time. (I’m sure there will be days when this lesson is forgotten and I’m back to my old ways.) Hopefully I’ll have more days when I remember than days when I forget. 

I’ll let Newt Scamander tell you what I’ve learned: 


This is what I’ve learnt. Also, this is what I’ve experienced in the last month or so… 

I’ve worried about stuff, lost sleep and happiness over it, and then they’ve turned out alright anyway. I suppose I’m lucky in that respect: that everything has turned out alright. 

Hubs told me last night that I overthink things. And he’s absolutely right. The thing is that I absolutely hate conflicts, I hate having someone being angry with me. It makes me so very unhappy and anxious. 

And me worrying about work things is me worrying about people at work being angry with me. Everyone fucks up from time to time, this I know, but I hate when I do (because of the maybe conflict that could happen). Ugh! 

I envy those who seem to go through life and not let things like that effect them. But I cannot escape the fact that angry (hateful) words and actions hit me very hard. It’s like I’m not equipped with any tools to shrug them off or ignore them completely. 

This does not mean I’m a pushover. No! I know what I want and where I want to go and who I want in my life. But I chose to ignore and block those irl and online that give off angry/hateful/negative vibes. 

I do not need that in my life.  

Anyhow, I’ve worked today (Sunday service and kid’s choir and stuffs) and now I’m going to not do too much at all. We’re going ice skating later, there’s an outdoor rink one town away. 

So tea and books and love until then. 



PrincePurpleRainI know many think this is odd and over the top, but the death of Prince has been the single worst thing that’s happened to me in almost forever.
A tweet said (I’m paraphrasing here): “I don’t want to live in a world where Prince can die.” and this is how it feels.
He played such a big part of my growing up/teens, his music, his style and lyrics have carried me through so much shit and he held my hand through the good times.
As it is right now I can’t hear his music without crying, but at the same time I want to listen to him and never ever forget how his music makes me feel alive.

I was 13 or 14 when I happened upon Purple Rain on the telly, it was pure magic. Purple magic. I couldn’t stop obsessing about the songs or Prince but I had no one to share my obsession with. None of my friends got it, they were too busy with their own obsessions and musicians, which was all fine and dandy.
More Prince for me!
When my class went on a school trip to Denmark I hurried to record stores to see what Prince albums they had there and how many I could afford to buy. Most classmates were more concerned in buying booze, or Danish pastries.
I only bought the one CD: The Love Symbol album O(+> and I played in on my disc Walkman until I knew all the lyrics by heart.

My favourite Prince songs, in no particular order, are (I can’t pick one, who could?):

  • Sometimes it snows in April
  • Raspberry Beret
  • 7
  • Purple Rain
  • Get Freaky
  • When doves cry
  • Diamonds and pearls 
  • Morning papers 
  • Starfish and coffee
  • Gold 

2016 has been a shit year when it comes to people I look up to dying, it needs to stop with the killing off my favourites. Like really.

There’s groovy music in heaven now, for sure.

Anyhow, it’s stupid cold for April and I’m not impressed with any of it. What’s the  point of a jean jacket if I keep freezing my bum off every time I wear it? Hmpf…


There have been a lot of things going on lately… I’m a little dazed and confused by it all, but in a good way (if there is a good way to be dazed and confused).

Writing wise things are looking up, it really feels as James says in a blog post about writing: “You have to write a million words before you’re any good at it (totally paraphrasing here!).” I bet I’ve written a million words by now, if not, I’m very close.

About two years back I sent a query to a publisher about a book I was writing, then they had no time to make anything of it. They emailed me a couple of days ago asking me if I was interested in going forwards with the whole thing. Honestly, I haven’t written anything in almost two years, life has gotten in between and there have been other projects that have gotten precedence.

I still have the story within me though (brill thing about your own stories, they stay there until you’re ready to write them out) and I’m going to do my very best to get it all down in written form.

Good thing I only have two more weeks at work before Christmas holiday, this year I only need take four days leave to get three weeks at home with the family! I do have things need doing uni wise and I am going to Gothenburg for a seminar on Wednesday morning.

These things shan’t come in the way of my writing, I will prevail and hopefully have that novel ready before new years… if not: c’est la vie! 

Anyhow, we got more snow today but my pessimist husband says they’ve promised rain by the end of the week (nooooooooo). I want winter!



This morning I listened to a story about an old woman who presented herself with the words: “I’m old, I live by myself, I have wonderful children and lovely grandchildren and at the end of the day I’m actually happy with myself.”

Think about this for a minute.

To be happy: with who you are, where you are, why you are…

There is only one You – and you are AWESOME! No, don’t argue with me, I’m right about this and you should never let yourself be less than the best You (which comes naturally, since no one else can do the job).

Go out into the world, be the awesome person that only you can be and remember to be happy about the little things (and the big things, and the medium sized things, and the teeny tiny things, and the humongous things).

xoxo minionperfection

Hubby and I are going to Stockholm tomorrow, no kids. We’re going shopping and then in the evening we’re invited to a party at some friends. It’s the first time we’re away from little Pumpkin over the night, the twins have been sleeping over at their grans several times already. I’m not in the least worried, they’ll all have a lovely time and me and the hubby get some quality time together as well.

I tweeted about my concerns about what to wear tomorrow night and GOT THE BEST ANSWER, EVER!


Sadly, I can’t make it happen… I’m wearing a pale yellow 50’s inspired dress and as far as I know it’s not a part of Femshep’s wardrobe (now I have to play the game and check though… the hardship!).

Anyhow, I’m writing away on my YA again. Things are coming together and I feel very happy and content. I always (almost every year) tell myself to finish it before New Year… we’ll see. To start again is at least a beginning.


Say it again, and then one more time.

After having a bit of a dry spell when it comes to writing during summer; I’m back on the horse/train/spaceship/wagon again.
I’m 1500 words along on my story for James (if that’s the one I’m going to use that is) and I’m feeling good about it. The ending is fairly set, though I might surprise myself (which I do all the time, I wish I wasn’t so easily fooled by myself…).
We’ve had thunder and heavy rain showers for two, three days now, meaning I’ve had a headache for as long. The headaches won’t really go away unless we have proper thunder, but so far we’ve only had some around us, nothing to clear the air completely.



My Bestest Friend In The World

Only one thing can save me today, three guesses as to what…

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office. – Robert Frost



My weapon of choice

Red lipstick will turn any day from complete dullness to va-va-voom.

… well, I *can’t*.

I have two short stories that I’ve written, both are SF and yet very different. Later this year a small publishing house is going to publish an anthology of Swedish SF and I’ve decided to send one of my stories. I’ve asked people on the interweb what they think and so far it’s my SF Romance that’s in the lead.

So I thought, why not ask you guys as well! 

planet_marsMy oldest short is the Romance SF: Dancing in the Temple, here’s the beginning (quickly translated from Swedish so try not to mind any weirdness):

“Every day I dance for you in your temple. The veil covers my face, hiding my tears when I perform the ritual that is my lot in life. The black silk dress billows lightly with my movements, it fits tightly around my waist and flows down to hide my bare feet. Sometimes ecstasy  takes over and I can’t do anything but follow its savage whims. In those moments, I want you to take human form and dance with me, here before the altar. Other days grief swallows me whole and the only thing I want is to escape; away from the temple, from the sisters, from you. I look into your eyes, give me an answer, do you hear my prayers?

At night I dream of the cracks in the surface of the planet, how you walk over the red sand and bless us with your presence. I put my spacesuit on before I leave the temple, the dancing is done for now, through the glass dome all the stars in the Milky Way shine down on me. With one last glance up at your stone face I close the airlock. My bed is waiting for me over at the sisters’ dorm and so are my dreams, of you.”




mutant-chronicles-filmThe other one is a Demon SF: The Last Chronicle, first few paragraphs (again, translated from Swedish):

“We did not know any better, that much is now clear after I have read more of the lost documents. Seraha and Malik got out alive from the buried city, but they have now disappeared into that cursed Darkness and the madness that follows. Among the things they had with them, we found the old letter, which beyond any doubt tells of another reality before this. I have now resigned myself to the fact that the world was once a paradise, a place where people thrived and where a single moon lit up the starry nights.

Poor Malik, he really wanted to be the one who discovered the past, the man who gave us back our humanity… he got more than he could handle. I hear him mumbling in the cell next to mine, obscure words, repeated over and over again. They tied him up with ropes so that he won’t throw himself against the walls in his attempts to unite with his ruler. The cell reeks of feces and vomit, he now refuses to eat and if nothing is done soon, he will starve to death. The ropes have broken the skin around his wrists and ankles and the monks try to ease his pain with opium. His eyes, which used to be full of curiousity and hiding a sharp intellect are glassy. They see something beyond the walls that we can’t. When we found them, he was silent, distant; it was Seraha who made us understand what had happened.”


Do you feel as if you want to read more (or do they both suck? no, don’t tell me that if that’s what you think!)

Anyhow, I might give my romance (no SF, just plain romance) a go… just hope the little one sleeps a little while longer.