VÐGriesdoorn trains as a scientist before treading into the perilous world of writing.
She writes the beginnings of her first story when she is 15. All her friends at school tell her how great the story is, even though that’s more what friends do than honesty. Unfortunately the masterpiece is stowed where nobody would ever find it again.
Fourteen years later, a woman walks into Victoria’s imagination. The woman has a story to tell. And she won’t go away.
The beginnings of the short are written in a dinky hotel room in Japan, but it would take months before the entire story would take shape. In the meantime the flood gates are open; characters pouring in and no way to detect the muse in charge of the faucet.
Victoria slogs away writing content for what is to become her PhD thesis, but all she really wants to do is play in the sandbox that remotely resembles a novel. But there is no time. If any writing is done, it should be for the thesis…
Then she comes up with the master plan. The key.
She gathers writers around her and starts a group. The group is still in its infancy, but about to release its first anthology. Their sandbox is here. Do you want to play too?
Oh… and she asks that you take care of Rotterdam while she’s away.
