On Writing

Ætlun vs. framkvæmd

Ég hef aldrei verið þekkt fyrir að vera mjög fylgin sjálfri mér. Það sem ég ætla…
A visitor at home

As much as I love traveling, seeing new places and meeting interesting people I am not…
The floor is always cleaner in anothers house

I am not now, nor have I ever been, very fond of housework. I don’t loathe…
The what-ifs of life

With each year that passes the what-ifs of my life grow in number. What if my…
Back on track

It’s been a while since my last post. I’ve reached the end of my second semester…
The Sounds of Writing

As a writer, I love the sounds of writing. I love the clickity-clack of a keyboard.…
New places, old memories

Some time ago I was feeling an urge to blog but my mind was a blank.…
Back to the small town life

Tonight I have a big smile on my face. Why? Because I haven’t felt this peaceful…
Forgive me, I’m a morning person

It is universally acknowledged that a proper writer must lead a dissolute life… WRONG. Sure the…
Axe Cop

Confidence shaken. Upstaged by a five year old. Go on, watch Axe Cop: