Witches know their recipes, right?
“Then, why am I so bad at summoning my perfect week?”, I ask my witch on the last train home.
Home.
Coming home means fairy lights and tastes like cinnamon. No home without a cat meowing!
Waiting for me was waiting pots to clean and a kitchen to renovate.
“Maybe, it’s just that old cooking books are mean”, I ramble on.
“Because they dont give you all the instructions in pictures like those videos you watch on lonely train rides on your phone?”, my witch respons insulted.
Have you ever read old recipes? They really assume a lot of knowledge on the readers site and basecally throw ingredients at you.
So, the ingredients for the perfect week?
In my case, I already know those and even have a clear idea of where to find them.
I need to write at least one poem, one historical post and a witching tale of some sort.
Next thing, I need to spend at least one evening with my photographs and create something new with them.
Another evening needs to be used for music and recordings.
Finally, one chapter of the witching novel should be drafted and one for another project I am writing unrelated to this.
That sounds not too impossible, right? But so very often my mind is a mess and my brain eats itself. It sounds as easy as sleeping 7 hours a night or eating breakfast to not get a migraine. Things, I am also not very good at. As a photo for this post, I chose my chaotic desk, since it represents how my thoughts sometimes don’t form themselve.They like to run from me. I have not really cleaned my desk in such a long time, ever since I had a stressful and negative exam experience sitting there in a pandemic lockdown and blacking out. One step to get better would actually be cleaning in out again. I keep that in mind until I am able to do it.
Just as I keep the ingredient of my perfect week in mind, to catch the moments when the thoughts just come and form themselves and leak out onto the paper.
Would be boring without a little struggle, right? What are your current writing struggles?
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 