About living a creative life in a small commuity approximately 300 kilometres above the Arctic Circle
Thursday, January 08, 2009
It's 4 pm. Two hours until one page with text describing last nights concert should be mailed to the newpaper's desk. Two hours to press the keys in an order that forms meaningfull words. Two hours to make the words sing like music. The head feels empty. One word put on the page for being erased the next moment. Continue trying, erasing, rephrasing, erasing again.
Did I meet the deadline? Yes! :-)