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I often wonder what the perfect set-up is to maximize my writing, my creativity, and my work. What is the ideal way to prevent writer's block and allow yourself to finish a novel without ever having an urge to stop because of some unguided sense of failure? The answer varies. I know one of my … Continue reading The perfect environment for Creative Writing
Rebellion of the Livestock My butt is a delicacy and you eat it with joy, and my hide is couture, now ask how I endure! For I am mighty and so is my kin, we plot with dolphins, and build armies of bears. You believe you own us, and all meat within, but our gas … Continue reading Rebellion of the Livestock
Those of you who follow me on Twitter (@fhhakansson) know I went to Hamburg during Halloween. I haven't said much about it so I'd like to post some pictures from the trip. I'll probably use most of them for posts later on but it doesn't heart to add a small gallery. I stayed at Heikotel … Continue reading Pictures from Hamburg
Come Wonderland I prayed for snow, but blades of gust cut my skin, and drops of rain drilled holes in my bones. I dreamed of change, of a white sheet covering the green, a world soft and cold - A world forgotten and numb. - F H Hakansson
Space Pirates On an ocean of stars the ship sailed away. The flag waved HUMANITY but metal steered their course. - F H Hakansson
Today is my birthday which means I have a perfectly good reason to sit back, relax, and do nothing for 24h. But I won't - because I have things to do. After reading a bit of Atlas Shrugged (what an incredible novel) I went back to editing Project 1. Now, that I have done so, I … Continue reading Today is my birthday.
I have been back for almost two weeks and only recently began to edit Project 1 (my second novel). In so many ways this is, and probably always will be, the most important text I have written because, as most of you know, I wrote the first sentence of it almost eight years ago when … Continue reading When writing becomes haunting
Atlas Oh, mighty titan, who carries the world on your shoulders. Will you let me share your burden and cradle a mountain in my arms? - F H Hakansson
Ray Morning can be hostile so light a candle at sunrise. - F H Hakansson
Empty Once a heart. Now a hole. In the center A black void. There is a hole here. Water Water Came pouring down. There was a hole here. Now it’s gone. - F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 