The book you have just read is fiction. As far as I know, it has no connection with reality. If there are any such similarities, they are wholly unintentional.
The third book. And I have no idea how that came about. Why did I suddenly start writing books? I remember being bored, thinking that I didn’t know how I was going to shake off that feeling in the near future. So I wrote a crime novel. Closed my eyes, let myself be carried along, and shot from the hip. Bang.
Once I had started, I couldn’t stop. One book wasn’t enough: I wanted to write more. There was another book, and then another. Right now, I’m busy working on the plot for the fourth book, in spite of the fact that I had intended to take a break from writing.
I am not short of imagination. However, I have considerably less patience. Hardly any, in fact. When I was writing this book, I was able to recognise with grim satisfaction that I have become better at certain things. Suddenly I was less at sea, and the narrative almost wrote itself. But only almost. Therefore, it is only right that I should thank those who helped me in my work.
First of all, thank you to all those wonderful, amazing people at Piratförlaget! You are my sanctuary when it comes to recuperation and inspiration. Special thanks to my publisher Sofia and to my editor Anna, who together drive my writing ever onwards.
Thank you also to everyone at the Salomonsson Agency, who continue to ensure that my books reach readers all over the world. So. Cool.
And thanks to Mats and Malena for allowing me even more time to write. Malena, on the whole, it’s been a pleasure. Mats, good luck with the new job.
And finally, thanks to my family and friends who continue to show such overwhelming enthusiasm and joy in my work and my successes. They are an invaluable asset to have behind me as I sit here writing at the computer.
Thank you.
Kristina Ohlsson
Vienna, winter 2011