Have you ever wondered if you truly belong into this world, or if a terrible mistake was made and the universe dropped you off somewhere you never were supposed to be and will not ever make any sense at all?
No? Well, then you are lucky, but this witching tale might still be worth your time.
Yes? Oh, then I suppose you know about attempts to escape and become someone else somewhere else, or at least make yourself believe so for a moment. Maybe you even know about the urge to break apart whatever chains you in this existence, and it has sometimes resulted in empty wine bottles and screaming at night on a field. Yes?
Well, witches are better at this.
Because this is when witches fly.
Witches break the rules, remember?
The very core of their existence threatens this world, because they dream things which are not allowed to be. Witches do not contribute anything useful to the existence keeping them in chains, and some go wild enough to lose their heads into the clouds.
Witches were believed to fly off on all kinds of things, and not just on brooms. A spoon with a long grip, a horse, or even an uprooted tree.
Everything could be ridden into the mountains to escape reality and to not accept to be in pain.
Even though I did not manage to fly away yet, this reminds me to keep my head in the clouds.
And it also makes me think of my old cat, who never gave up on pushing things off the table to one day trick gravity after all.
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 