If I should ever want to write somethign grand and overly poetic I guess i would write about the sea. Big, blue and wavy. Then again, so many have done so before me, I would die before I came up with anything new. The sea is changeable like a woman they say but I doubt it will ever change enough to let me come up with anything original. Then again, I am a woman so I might change my mind  about it all.

The internet name I chose for myself is 'Coffeequeen'. It was when I was younger and thought it would be cool. Yet I don't even like coffee without a heavy dose of sugar and milk. It should have been 'Latteprincess'. I'm very histerical before my morning latte.

I do not like poetry. I will never sit down to read verse on my own. If someone can show me the beauty of a poem I may. I may even like it then. However I will never try on my own. It seems forced to me. There is poetic beauty in other things for me. I love a good metaphore for one thing. I really enjoyed each and every one written in Memoirs of a Geisha. I'm afraid the best one I came up with was on a morning after a particularly big party. I was hung over and I crawled towards my boyfriend and cried 
'Look I'm a chameleon!' When he asked me if it was because i felt like I was changing my color, I replied 'No, it is the way I crawl.'
I still find it amusing.

In the beginning writing is easy. You see a wide expanse of white in front of you and you scrawl or tap away at it until you see a comforting amount of lines. After a while though, you reach the point  where you get stuck and you reread what you've written and you get the sudden urge to either lean on backspace or crumple up the paper and throw it behind your back with a satisfactory pffmff. That's one reason why I prefer paper and pen. You don't get that sound on a computer. Besides, it is a lot more fullfilling to see a trashcan full of paper (or a room-full, depeneding on my attitude) than a big blank white  screen leering at you and mocking your eyes out until they begin to water.

How does it start?

I spend a lot of time thinking about how people become authors. To my mind they are born on rainy evenings, in a darkened room with a bottle of wine and an ashtray full of cigarettes. So when last week when I couldn't sleep and got up in the dark, I poured myself a glass, rolled a cigarette went to the windowsill watching the rain and it kinda dawned on me that this was how I always imagined it. As it so happened I was already past five and something pages. 

But how does it really start? Do you decide that you want to be a writer like, I dunno, the way you decide to become a vet or an astronaut? Or does something happen to you that makes you want to share it with others? 

I know I was not even six years old when I knew I wanted to write, only I never got passed the part where you decide on what. I do have a pretty awesome story in my head, ready from start to finish but I never get down to writing it. So I keep on wondering. 

The weather fascinates me. Every time I smell a wiff of rain, the cold before the snow or see a nice angle of lighting I get ideas. However, I always get the feeling that that's what everyone would write about and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth like an icky peanut in a bowl that makes you want to eat another one quickly. I guess I could always shower a blog full of my sad little sketches...