For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.” T.S. Eliot
Where I come from we don’t call 31 December “New Year’s Eve”. We call it “Old Year’s Night”, which I actually prefer. It encourages you to look back and reflect, just for one last moment, before leaping headlong into the new year. Continue reading
Writing is an exploration – you start from nothing and explore as you go” – E.L. Doctorow
I write this on a chilly Helsinki winter evening (I’m on some work-related travel). Despite the almost constant darkness and the fact that it has been blowing a hooley and lashing horizontal, ice-cold sleet all day, the city has somehow managed to welcome me with twinkling Christmas lights and little wooden market huts selling all sorts of Nordic goodies from hot, spiced wine to crispy chocolate-coated fresh cranberries that burst and fizz with sweet juice when you pop them into your mouth. I have even seen Father Christmas – or should I say Joulupukki – wandering about the market square in front of the cathedral. It was definitely him. He must be making last minute preparations. Continue reading