How it all started

For those that haven’t accompanied me on my adventure journey yet, here is a quick rehash:

For more than ten years I have been going pregnant with an idea. It is a great idea with a lot of potential, you know. One of the “what if” kind. The best! I’d push it to the back of my mind because I didn’t know what to do with it. But when I was least suspecting it, bam!, there it was again. When taking a shower, the idea would wait until I was lathered up well and then pop into my head as if saying `Here I am again and you can do nothing about it. Look at you, all soapy, hahahahaha!´

So I started to scheme and think and ask around. A shriveled, stooped woman, so old that some geological ages are probably younger than her, told me, the best way to deal with pesky ideas is to lure them out. Give them a body and they can’t slip back inside you any longer. In particular, a blank page of paper sometimes proves irresistible to them.

So, on an otherwise unremarkable day in May 2018 I sat down, turned my laptop on and started a brand new Word document — the closest to a blank page I’m ever likely to come.

Nothing happened.

I tried to sit still for a while, pretending to think of something else. Still nothing. After about 30 minutes of that silly game, I got up and showered. Lo and behold, the minute I was all soaped up, the idea took gestalt. I pounced at her and tried to grab it and hold on to it with my soapy hands. She wriggled like mad and almost managed to escape again. But I succeeded to hang on to her long enough to drag her downstairs where the cursor of my laptop was still blinking and looking sad and forlorn, all by itself on the empty expanse of a white page.

I started to type. Haltingly at first, barely writing more words than I deleted again. Then more fluently. The drip of words gradually became a flow. Other people living with me came by and commented on the dab of foam still in my hair. I couldn’t care less. Pages had already started to accumulate.

Today, a year and a half later, I am within a day or two of being finished. It has been a long and adventurous story, believe me. What the old witch at the beginning hadn’t told me was that banning an idea on paper would be like starting a love affair. All pink and smiles in the beginning, then comes the first big fight and you ask yourself if it wouldn’t be better just to end it all. You talk it over with her, you both vow to change and have the best make-up sex ever. Then comes the point where moving in together looks like the most practical thing to do. You take the plunge and exchange keys. The fight about dividing up sides of the bed. Sharing long nights together in front of the computer.

To make a long story short, we’ve had our ups and downs but we still love each other. Looking back, I notice how much I changed. Now we have a mature relationship. We have come to know each other, strengths and weaknesses, but in true love, this knowledge is what binds you together even stronger.

Last week she brought it up for the first time: she wants children!! Should I go for it?? I mean, we still have to get our first child out into the world.

It’s a boy. His name is “The Pi-Effect”. I get dreamy eyed when talking about him.. But since you are reading this, you’ve already become a part of it. Here, sit down. Have a drink and some peanuts. I’ll tell you all about it in the next couple of posts.

The Pi Effect – Prologue

Here, for the first time, the prologue to my upcoming thriller The Pi Effect. Expect 380 pages of suspense, intrigue and action.

How to stop writing.

Do you sometimes get stuck in the eternal writing and re-writing loop? Here’s a time proven way to stop and move forward.


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