by casblomberg | Oct 29, 2015 | Art, Blog, Blogging, inspiration, Life, seasons, Stockholm, Sweden
Autumn! This used to be my favorite time of the year. The world exploding in color, the crisp air, the smell of southern pines in the wind. Harvest festivals and masquerade parties. Apple pie. The smell of chimney smoke when people light up their fireplaces. Piles of...
by casblomberg | Sep 22, 2015 | authors, Blog, Blogging, books, Bookshops, culture, Fantasy, fiction, Stockholm, Stockholm Writers Group, Uncategorized
On Thursday, September 10th and Friday, September 11th the English Bookshop in Stockholm hosted two visiting authors, Jen Campbell, author of the hilarious Weird Things Customers Say in Bookshops and Marie Phillips, author of The Table of Less Valued Knights....
by casblomberg | Aug 5, 2015 | culture, fun, language, Life, Reading, Stockholm, Sweden, Writing
Words are funny little critters. Maybe my fascination with them began during college when I worked at the local bookstore. The part-time job supplied me with access to unlimited books, just enough social engagement to make me happy, and a little pocket money to buy...
by casblomberg | Jul 29, 2015 | adventure, Art, Blog, Blogging, culture, fun, inspiration, Life, Stockholm, Sweden, Writing
On August 10, 1628, the Vasa, the crown jewel of the Swedish Navy, made her maiden voyage. She got a grand total of about 1300 meters before she keeled over. For those of you who like comparisons, that’s about the same distance as four and a half Eiffel Towers...
by casblomberg | Jul 15, 2015 | adventure, Blog, Blogging, Courage, fun, poetry, Reading, Stockholm, Sweden, Writing
I’ve mentioned before how I love new experiences. If there’s a large crowd, I’ll start to feel smothered, but, in general, I’m fascinated by events and people. Add anything about writing, poetry, the craft, or reading into the mix and I’m...
by casblomberg | Jun 10, 2015 | Author, Blog, Blogging, books, fiction, Reading, SFF, Stockholm, Sweden, Writing
It all started with a short story I wrote at the end of last year. I wrote it for fun. I had no plan in mind when I began, only a first line–one of ten I came up with for a writing exercise. A voice came next. One that had something to say, but she wasn’t...
