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 my writing, and that is more than I could hope for. Reading my blog and following my socials might give another impression, but I am a shy person, and I often struggle to connect with other people at all. So, when my art communicates parts of me this successfully, it feels as if a tight grip around my chest suddenly loosens.
This is what art is for, right? I think it’s for finding the narratives to understand ourselves. Maybe through weirdness, provocation, for whatever means. But I kind a think it’s a core. It reminds us that we don’t just exist in a vacuum, but are situated, and need to cope with this.
When my friends read my manuscript, I had to remember a lot of experiences from my early teenage years. I had begun to listen to “heavier” music and was dressing up goth while living in a Christian community, and it really wasn’t easy. I was dreaming of art, of writing and making music, and everyday I was reminded that I was unpleasant to look at and listen to.
And well, writing haunted historical fiction with my witch has given all these parts of me a voice. We are the scary girl wearing an old night gown of my grandmother’s while turning a melody into a scream 4 AM.
I better keep on writing. I want to see this novel finished and published rather soon!
Mistress witch writes 