If there are no candles scented with all your deepest wishes to ever come true, no dances for the northern star to bring a lover back to stay as fix within your life as its own light points out north, why even do witchcraft? Why carry sheets tainted in blood, or an umbilical cord with you, and risk being burned alive?
Because there are years that have to be lived through, and moments that have to be survived.
Because witching dreams are vivid, and keep alive the sweet melody of things lost and chances missed. They keep the soul vibrating on that one last frequency.
Witching means believing in impossible things, as in being alive to feel good again, while the blood may already clot black in your veins.
And while you are carrying loss and vivid dreams in your heart, and sing through the silence of Dystopia, there might be dark people appearing at your doorstep, and at some point you might feel lost enough to let them in.
And people who seek the lost ones might ask dark things of you. Things that require blood tainted sheets and an umbilical cord, but also make you forget all your loss for a moment.
This is the loneliness of witching.
I wish I’d told you all my stories.
I want to tell you all my storiesIt’s not that they would changeIt’s just that I would likeTo see themFormA new expressionOn your face I need to tell you all my storiesI am not sureIf they makeSenseThe way I thoughtThey do. I will tell you all my storiesThey frighten meI’m sure you won’t endureI see…
Dealing with darkness in writing
This spring afternoon is glowing pink and tastes like strong tea. It feels much too familiar, and I begin to open up.I feel far away from myself as I start to talk, to babble on about my novel. About all the things I’ve been reading about in the past 5 years. About the 17th century,…
Radical witching novel rewrites at 4 AM!
I wore the same night dress my witch used to wear to get drunk on my windowsill, when I suddenly had an idea at 4 AM. Great ideas always happen at 4 AM, remember? This one however, kept me awake for at least a week, debating it back and forth. At some point my witch…
Mistress witch writes 
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