The Nature of Success

The Nature of Success. On an old tank ship that was so slow it felt as we were suspended in time, a world shrunk only us the ocean and the rhythmic hear beat of the engine… and when the ship birthed, at some god forsaken refinery, we felt overcome by shyness seeing so many strange faces. It was on a ship like this I met the third officer a young man with literary ambitions, and he succeeded on Norway´s modest literary tree. Often interviewed, asked awkward questions about writing and why he writes like it should be a hidden formula. I´m glad for his triumph, yet there is a sting in my heart, not of rancor, but of sadness…never having received the clarion call of acceptance. Collections after collections have been rejected. I feel as I have been suspended in a fool´s time, only the sea and me and the shore is far away.