Moonlight Through Whispering Branches

Photo taken on my balcony last night

First of all I would like to say sorry to all my flickr contacts, all my facebook contacts, all my blogger contacts and whoever else who I imagine must have started questioning why they hadn't seen me for some time.

First I took a two week holiday, where I just simply disconnected for some time. Then when I returned back to Molde last Sunday, I immediately started a marathon week of journalism for the local paper during Molde International Jazz Festival. I've only had one day with less than 16 hours of work, and that was after I handed in my last review, which has made me hate object number 1 among the town's Kent fans.

It was a very tiring week, but it was also an amazingly funny, interesting and educational one. Monday I got to review the opening concert, and I gave it a glowing review which I did receive a lot of good feedback on.

Tuesday I worked a double shift for the paper and the internet edition at the same time. It was insane, and I wasn't sure I was coping, but I pulled through at the end.

Wednesday I interviewed a man who has stayed at the jazz camp for 29 festivals.

Thursday I reviewed the Mary J. Blige concert, and I got a bit of flack for that one as well, even if I did praise her performance. But I also received loads of positive feedback on it. Strange world. But hey, it's good to get a reaction. Nothing is more dull than wondering if anyone reads your stuff, or if they care.

In addition I made several more articles and even did an interview with the grand old lady of Norwegian jazz, and I was also out every night for the first four days of the festival, taking photos of the nightlife.

So last night I didn't do anything. And today I've managed to relax for most of the day. I even stayed in my hammock for a few hours, doing nothing but reading and taking the occasional nap in between. And I didn't feel guilty about it either.

I did go out and bought my balcony some new flowers, and I finally started unpacking, seven days after arriving home. For the past week I've only been home for 5-6 hours of sleep. And you know what the worst thing about this is? Not only will I do it again next year, I would also love to do this on a permanent basis...