The completed manuscript: Huldufólk: A Modern Icelandic Folktale There is something enduring in the idea that what is hidden is not lost, only waiting. That belief runs through modern and ancient folklore, memory, and the stories we tell when the world feels uncertain or incomplete. It is also, I’ve come to believe, a way of describing something essential about ourselves. We all carry hidden lives. Not secrets in the shallow sense, but deeper truths—parts of ourselves shaped

This is a post about my latest novel, Huldufólk, which is now getting closer to being ready.

Advice on finding time to write.

Iceland It’s a strange and humbling thing to feel torn between duty and desire—not in life only, but in art. My readers know me as the...

I put this post on FaceBook and then forgot... BLOG! Here it is: It has been a minute since I posted any updates about the progress of my...

Immersed in the enchanting world of Icelandic fiction and fantasy, I am captivated by the delicate dance between elves and humans, where...

Alrighty then, let's dive into this whirlwind of creativity! So, while dodging political drama and shamelessly plugging my masterpiece,...

I recently returned from Belize, where I worked on an outline with my developmental editor to get started on the sequel to "The Last...