One thing I have always enjoyed about novels in reading as in writing is the possibility to narrate the whole life span of a person. To tell the events of several years or decades, and to explore how these different stages of a life might have felt, how big changes might have happened, and all of this with a pinch of nostalgia, only to find a new surprise waiting around the corner, because life never is a dead end until you are actually dead.
While writing my witching novel, I want to feel myself into each of the stages of the life of my witch. I want to see it all before my eyes, every detail. I want to know what it smelled like, how the wind felt on her skin, and how emotions made her shiver.
So far, I could identify the following parts of her life:
The upbringing of a witch
…when she was still a child looking at a life well planned by a wealthy family.
Being a witching wife
…as a young woman being eager to fit into this life and slowly having to realize that certain parts of her body and soul did not function accordingly.
Dystopia
…her world being struck by bad climate, crop failure, or even the plague getting close.
A witch on trial
…experiencing a world she had belonged into turning against her for things she might have done years ago which now seem suspicious.
A dark and sweet surprise
…against all odds surviving, because the town fell apart before they got to burn her and being saved by her dark master able to walk the streets covered in death, her later lover.
Life as witch
… living a second life with her lover outside of that society that turned on her and on the weird side of everything.
Afterwards
…when life in the 17th century was too fragile and even her odd second life came to an end, and she has to survive the afterwards as long as she could.
Looking at a whole life span, life might seem dark, because everything comes to an end at some point, but if I look at her life in detail, it seems more and more like an explosion of light and dark. I don‘t know what will be my conclusion on this yet, and I think I fill find out while writing. What I am convinced of is that sometimes things are just worth happening and light and dark are not always easy to tell apart.
Unloved tale
OnceWhen someone had herShe was almost lovedBut then this someone thought:”I can’t be allShe’d ever known”And he let her go. And She ranShe ran too fastWhen she ranShe ran too far ThenShe was found againBy another strange manWho loved her recklesslyLove turned to painAnd carved his sinInto her skin And she fledShe fled too fastWhen…
Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!
Intrigued. And quite as bit terrified.Those were the exact same words I got as feedback from my friends whom I’d recently handed the first pages of the witching novel to. Seems like I’ve accomplished my task, right? I’m the haunted girl scaring all her friends!No, but really. It felt as if I was understood through…
Tale about the softest secret
This tale is about a girl I once knew. This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly were…
Mistress witch writes 
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