Writing this post, it’s two o’clock Monday morning in Scandinavia, and I’m sitting at the airport waiting to check in.
Nine years ago, I sat through the night at the very same airport, waiting for a flight to New York, and worked some time away by watching Twilight for the very first time. I remember sitting crawled up in a corner, mesmerized by Bella and Edward’s strange love story, and I couldn’t decide whether I thought the movie was crap or fantastic – but I fell in love with the story.
After watching the movie, my mind ate the books like cotton candy. I just couldn’t put them down. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since then, but strangely, I fell in love with yet another story not too long ago; that of Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey. What was strange was that these two stories both played out in northwest Washington; Forks and Seattle. Something about that area felt magic to me, and when I began writing Kilonova Blues I just knew that Marcus Meyers had to come from Seattle. When I discovered the Nordic Heritage Museum (covering the Scandinavian emigration to the U.S. during the 19th century) was located in Seattle, I knew why Alexandra Johnson had to go there.
Writing Kilonova Blues, I’ve spent a lot of time in Seattle over the last year, but apart from Google Street View, I’ve never actually been there.
This week I’m turning thirty, so I figured that reason is as good as any to make it happen. So at the moment, I’m counting the hours to get my butt on that flight and see if my love for the Emerald City is real or only a product of my imagination.
And the best part of it all? In a couple of days, my brother’s joining me.
I’m ready to get Seattleited. Bring it on
That’s all for now,
hej så länge!