Now that I am in the last stages of¬†editing the Swedish version of my new novel, I skymingen sjunger koltrasten (The Blackbird Sings at Dusk),¬†I go back through the many versions, and I am astonished to realise how long and painful the journey has been. Years of starting and stopping, meandering off into dead ends. But ¬†always somehow returning. And here we are, at the end of the journey. Or rather, perhaps it is now that the journey begins. I am not sure how I feel. Somehow, writing this one has been so different from working with the other three. Or perhaps I have just forgotten, the way you do with child births. But I do feel particularly vulnerable letting this one leave. Letting The Woman in Green fade away, and allow the blackbird to take to the sky. ¬†But it is time.
Brombergs, ISBN9789173376211, September 2014