Sigrid Undset's home Bjerkebæk is situated right where the runners came down from the mountain. A perfect place for me to wait for Terje, a perfect place for writing. Of course I would love to sit down in Sigrid's old writing studio, but this time I didn't even go for a guided tour through Bjerkebæk, so the small cafe in a public builting had to do.
The atmosphere was good, I am sure Sigrid Undset herself was there somewhere, giving me a few words. The chapter I wrote had butterflies as its theme, and the words came flying on colourful butterfly wings.
Right after my first book was published, I took part in a book signing. A man came over to the table where I sat, bought my book and wanted me to write a greeting along with my name. When I had finished he looked at me, smiling, and said: I collect signed books. "Now I have two, yours and one of Sigrid Undset". It was easy to share the man's smile :-)