“I try not to lose my heart.
Without mine, how could I keep yours safe?
And I can’t lose you now.
I can’t lose your now.
So, I climb up that wall.
On ranks, over loose stones.
Not sure if I’ll survive.
I won’t give up now,
because I can’t lose you now.
I can’t lose you now.”
… A witch sang into the rain, putting her last roses between the heavy pages of her most secret recipe book, when the dark months arrived.
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 