FREDRIK SCHEIKE

Vilken helg.. I Fredags skedde det helt otänkbara i Stockholm, en terroristattack mitt på blanka dagen, mitt i centrum, med den mirakulöst låga dödssiffran på 4 människor. Ett angrepp på Sverige, ett angrepp på frihet och ett angrepp på vad vi står för. Det hade varit så lätt att med hat och rädsla svara på ett sådant angrepp, framför allt alla de som var i närheten av attentatsplatsen och de anhöriga till offren. Istället svarar Stockholm och Sverige med vad? Kärlek och öppenhet. Medmänsklighet och omtanke. Godhet, generositet och empati. Helt enkelt, det enda sättet att faktiskt avväpna terrorn och att besegra den. Om vi inte är rädda och om vi fortsätter att leva precis som vi lever, fast ännu mera kärleksfullt så kan terrorism och fanatism aldrig rota sig. Jag är så stolt att jag spricker över hashtaggen som spred sig som en löpeld #openstockholm. Jag är så stolt över mina vänner som öppnade upp sina lägenheter och erbjöd stöd, kärlek, mat eller bara en kram. Samtidigt är ...

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I guess I have a very disparate mind. I can get ideas, start writing, get to thinking and just go on in that moment, but later when I come back to something it's incredibly hard to get back into that same mindset that put those words on paper/on screen in the first place. I'm not a writer, that's for sure, I enjoy when I can take my time and actually do it but I don't consider myself any type of writer. Mainly because I'm not pursuing it and also because I don't make it into the habit I wish it could be. I want to develop and I believe that at least in my poetry I've found something that I could classify as my style or my voice. Everchanging, bu with a typical stamp. I wish I had the consistency, because that's a huge part of it, the persistence and the know-how to pick up where I left off. To stick with an idea or a thought train and latch on to whatever made it appear in the first place. Maybe, it's just as easy as pushing yourself and practice...

I just can't keep quiet. Recently here in Spain, the Goyas (which are basically Spain's equivalent to the Oscar's) were celebrated with glamour, elegance and supposedly the best of what the seventh art has to offer in Spain. As is normal, there was also an honorary statue being given in honor of the life-long achievements of a certain actress, Ana Belén. I've never seen her work nor have I followed her career so I can't vouch for her in terms of her interpretations. She proceeded to read her very well written acceptance speech, which at moments might have been a little awkward to hear for the mostly male dominated industry, in where she elegantly and eloquently expressed her gratitude. She also expressed the importance of professionalism, studies and how important it is for any actor or actress to keep looking for new experiences, new masters and to never stop evolving and developing. But; ay, there's the rub, to steal a phrase from the best. A...

What a week. What a week. In the world in general honestly. Working every single day, Donald Trump elected president, Leonard Cohen dies and I've passed my 2 month anniversary as a 28 year old. Obviously in an ascending order of importance. All jokes aside, I can't believe how quickly both September and October flew by and how we're already really gearing up for what it is our busiest period. We're working back to back and nonstop with a number of different, both old and new plays, and I have my work at the academy, my private classes and my odd casting job here and there. Obviously time passed quickly in October because it was the preparation of all that is and was to come during this time, but still.. I'm flabbergasted, taken aback, aghast with how rapidly time passes. Every day is thrust upon you in an ever increasing velocity, whether you're ready or not. Sometimes you don't even see it coming, but all of a sudden it's saturday, next week, time t...

The last few days, well, the last two weeks have been a little turbulent to say the least. I've not found a real place for myself to sit down and just be, take time for me, process and actually write things down the way that I would like. Well, I haven't taken or I haven't had. The wording doesn't really matter. I've essentially had to much on my mind in order to let my mind wander to the place from which I usually create. I was sick with a complete loss of voice, which made me sound more terrible than Frankenstein's monster and made it more painful to speak than if you had razorblades in your throat. And just a few days ago my uncle finally died. I say finally, which makes it sound kind of terrible, but I mean it in the most loving, caring and remembering way possible. I haven't been able to find any words and it's been really difficult for me to express myself and my feelings. I can normally find them with ease, but this has been a mind numbing exper...