L\u00edkami minn var skekinn eldingu \u00feegar rann skyndilega upp fyrir m\u00e9r a\u00f0 leikritaskrif s\u00ed\u00f0ustu \u00e1ra h\u00f6f\u00f0u fleiri hli\u00f0ar en \u00e9g \u00e1tta\u00f0i mig \u00e1 og a\u00f0 h\u00f6fundur verksins var \u00fear ginningarf\u00edfl n\u00famer eitt, tv\u00f6 og t\u00edu. Ma\u00f0ur heldur a\u00f0 ma\u00f0ur s\u00e9 a\u00f0 skrifa s\u00e1pu\u00f3peru tilveru sinnar en kemst a\u00f0 raun um a\u00f0 ma\u00f0ur er fastur \u00ed einhverri allt annarri s\u00e1pu\u00f3peru \u00fear sem a\u00f0rir hafa skrifa\u00f0 fyrir mann hlutverk sem er manni ekki a\u00f0 skapi. \u00c9g efast \u00e6 meira um raunveru m\u00edna utan vefs\u00f6gunnar. Hef b\u00f3kstaflega engst af \u00f3ge\u00f0i, skrifa\u00f0 eins og vindurinn, svitna\u00f0 og skolfi\u00f0, skiti\u00f0 og \u00e6lt, \u00feamba\u00f0 vatn \u00ed l\u00edtrav\u00eds til a\u00f0 \u00feorna ekki upp. Sliti\u00f0 hjartanu jafn miki\u00f0 \u00e1 tveimur d\u00f6gum og \u00ed venjulegri \u00e1lagsviku. Samt ekki komi\u00f0 miklu \u00ed verk.<\/p>\n
En n\u00fa er \u00fea\u00f0 b\u00fai\u00f0. \u00cd g\u00e6rkv\u00f6ldi sofna\u00f0i \u00e9g \u00e1 stofug\u00f3fi M\u00e1larans. Kitla\u00f0i \u00ed hvarma, kringum nasirnar og munninn undan penslinum. Venjulega kitlar mig ekki en er \u00f3v\u00f6n snertingu vi\u00f0 \u00feessi vi\u00f0kv\u00e6mu sv\u00e6\u00f0i. Samt sofna\u00f0i \u00e9g. Grj\u00f3tsofna\u00f0i. Undir venjulegum kringumst\u00e6\u00f0um g\u00e6ti \u00e9g ekki einu sinni sofna\u00f0 \u00e1 me\u00f0an einhver m\u00e1lar \u00e1 m\u00e9r baki\u00f0 e\u00f0a axlirnar og \u00fea\u00f0 var ekki r\u00f3andi n\u00e1vist hans sem haf\u00f0i \u00feessi \u00e1hrif. \u00c9g var bara b\u00fain. Vakna\u00f0i \u00feremur t\u00edmum s\u00ed\u00f0ar me\u00f0 gyllt og rau\u00f0bronsa\u00f0 andlit og h\u00e1ls. „Smart a\u00f0 vera \u00e1 launum vi\u00f0 a\u00f0 sofa,“ rumdi \u00e9g og nota\u00f0i t\u00e6kif\u00e6ri\u00f0 fyrst \u00e9g var v\u00f6knu\u00f0 til a\u00f0 aka heim \u00e1\u00f0ur en svefninn k\u00e6mi yfir mig aftur \u00e1n \u00feess einu sinni a\u00f0 \u00fer\u00edfa framan \u00far m\u00e9r.<\/p>\n
\u00cd dag \u00e6tla \u00e9g a\u00f0 l\u00e1ta L\u00e6rlinginn m\u00e1la kjallaraherbergi\u00f0. Svo \u00e6tla \u00e9g a\u00f0 byrja a\u00f0 skrifa n\u00fdtt leikrit. \u00dea\u00f0 ver\u00f0ur ekki leikriti\u00f0 um g\u00e6sina sem verpti ekki n\u00f3gu m\u00f6rgum gulleggjum.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
L\u00edkami minn var skekinn eldingu \u00feegar rann skyndilega upp fyrir m\u00e9r a\u00f0 leikritaskrif s\u00ed\u00f0ustu \u00e1ra h\u00f6f\u00f0u fleiri hli\u00f0ar en \u00e9g \u00e1tta\u00f0i mig \u00e1 og a\u00f0 h\u00f6fundur verksins var \u00fear ginningarf\u00edfl n\u00famer eitt, tv\u00f6 og t\u00edu. Ma\u00f0ur heldur a\u00f0 ma\u00f0ur s\u00e9 … Halda \u00e1fram a\u00f0 lesa