Author Archives: Mistress Witch writes

Against all odds!

„Life is always against all odds. At least a little bit.“My witch sits on my windows sill and giggles. These truly were some witching words.„How can it be only a little bit against all odds?“, I ask her and realize that the cookies in her hands were stolen from the cauldron in which I hideContinue reading “Against all odds!”

My way of witching

Time to clear up a few things!Heavy rain and a cold are giving me an autumn mood in July. My last post was a week ago and the math I did there was kind of underappreciated, while I suddenly had to debate with a regular reader about why I‘m really not a spiritual person andContinue reading “My way of witching”

The moon, the tide, and us – Deconstructing a superstition

„The moon basically asked you to stay awake last night“, my witch giggles over my shoulder as I mix my first iced latte of the day. „And it tasted like strawberries, apparently. Are you on your period by now?“„Nope, just ended two days ago“, I snap and she laughs once more. This post is aboutContinue reading “The moon, the tide, and us – Deconstructing a superstition”

Thoughts about my witching home

„They hate you because they can‘t control you“, my witch giggles another witching wisdom into our Iced Latte, as we sit in the cold wind that is so typical for Hamburg, the city in the north of Germany which I grew up in. Every witch once had a home, remember?„Had“, my witch reminds me.We definitelyContinue reading “Thoughts about my witching home”

The tragedies we love …

Rushing through the pages, my witch is drowned in the blue hour of the sunset.„I don‘t want to be a tragedy!“, she demands, her voice shaking in an intensity that cuts through my chest. When we become stories,we become symbols.What kind of story,do you want to tell?„I don‘t want to be a tragedy!“But my heartContinue reading “The tragedies we love …”

The fluffiest trap of witching

Everybody knows that in Dystopia there is not much trust left in the world, but only witches know just how little it actually is.In a world in which years go by without summer to come, where bodies fail and transform in ways the mind can‘t grasp, there is one thing witches have left to surpriseContinue reading “The fluffiest trap of witching”

Let’s melt away!

„You can‘t live everyday as if there‘s a knife on your throat“, my witch giggles shaking her head and handing me a glass of lemonade just as heavy rain joined the thunder outside. I can‘t? Sometimes, I don‘t know what to do with these days.These days that aren‘t the first and aren‘t the last.When weContinue reading “Let’s melt away!”

Why wands are problematic!

To perform magic, wands are essential so many cases! They are the symbol of great wizards in fantastic adventures as well as entertaining crowds by making things disappear. In this post, I will try to unpack where the image of the wand comes from, and also, why it is far more associated with wizards thanContinue reading “Why wands are problematic!”

Tale about a girlhood lost

The witch was wrapped in skin that never grewbut was stretchedwas stretched too farwas stretched too earlywas stretched into a shapeit was not yet to know. The witch felt lost within that skinThat was empty at the edgesand did not fitbut swallowed herand she wonderedif she‘d ever fit the space within. The witch saw thatContinue reading “Tale about a girlhood lost”

Witching review! – “The Asylum for wayward Victorian girls” by Emilie Autumn

The novel I am going to introduce to you now is the reason I started this blog. It also is the reason I began writing the witching novel at all, and found a voice to not just write, but live and speak in. It showed me how to make a story out of something youContinue reading “Witching review! – “The Asylum for wayward Victorian girls” by Emilie Autumn”

When witches sing

Branches and leaves tangled up in messy hair, blood leaks from tiny wounds here and there. A soakinh wet dress, of course, and a smile on those lips as if kissed just now.That is how my witch just came home, ready to sing. „You feel so far away today.Your path leads north,but mine does not.IContinue reading “When witches sing”

My latest feminine moment

This one not going to make an attempt in defining what being feminine actually means.It is about situations in which I notice that I am on the feminine end of a spectrum and have to take the consequences. But let me start at the beginning.Come with me back to one of the first warm daysContinue reading “My latest feminine moment”

Daddy’s tale

„What if Daddy disapproves?“, a witch once giggled into a bottle of wine that had no bottom. „Oh, I think he does!“ What kind of Daddy is she talking about? The one that put her in this world, or rather the one that made this world exist at all?Definitely not the one petting her headContinue reading “Daddy’s tale”

A witching melody! Bowles released a new track!

Maybe a few of you remember that last Walpurgis night I started a little experimental band based on my witching poetry and the many talents of a good friend of mine (check Soar out on Instagram!). Recording music with a friend is a childhood dream come true. I cannot put into words how whole IContinue reading “A witching melody! Bowles released a new track!”

Understanding loneliness – Another witching fact about me

„Growing up in a church is such a nice detail for people writing your biography“, my witch giggles into the orange sunset and I have to take a deep breath. „In case people do so, because your writing escalated enough with the world.“ And she giggles once more. It took me 25 years to realizeContinue reading “Understanding loneliness – Another witching fact about me”

My haunted historical fiction place

This post is an invitation to come with me to a special place. I have a place that makes me want to tell my stories. This place feels like witches are hiding between the trees, and alchemists are challenging the world behind those glowing windows in the far. It feels haunted, fallen out of time,Continue reading “My haunted historical fiction place”

Words at the horizon

„It‘s just me and the horizon again.Whenever I have those words for you, I bring them here.I bring them out on an open field, and leave them with the horizon,hoping for them to reach you.And together we waitFor a shooting star,A rainbow,A thunder storm. All of these words that are yours,All of these words thatContinue reading “Words at the horizon”

Busy witching dreams! An update

For this year, I have some writing goals! Usually, when I have been unusually quiet on my blog, I was busy with non-writing related things that had eaten up all my energy, and although in the past few weeks that had also been true, there is better reason for my quietness this time. I haveContinue reading “Busy witching dreams! An update”

Finding a spark in a story – Writing goals

Lately, I have been thinking about what it is that makes me come back to a story! I have been wondering about this one quality that makes me either read a novel twice, or at least makes me not want to put it down at all. Have you read some novels twice? I most certainlyContinue reading “Finding a spark in a story – Writing goals”

How to get through the night

„I have missed this“, my witch sighs obscenely into the lime-raspberry-cheesecake we put into the fridge at 3 AM.It won‘t be ready before 6.So why sleep at all? Why sleep at all?It‘s just another night.Another night to get through.Another night to make it through.Through hours lost in the dark.Through hours unseen,to have a bit ofContinue reading “How to get through the night”

A defining moment

It has been more than a week since my last poem. At least that one had been one that mattered. It had been about something I had to remember for the past days to keep going, about a trap in my head. I have often thought these days that I may have found and recognizedContinue reading “A defining moment”

Where dreams die

“Did I kill them?”, I ask my witch. There are things buried insidethat drowned withinas a silent scream in the chestsuffocating in the back of the headThese things that are buried somewhere withinThese things that diedand left 1000 scarsare dreams. Dreams die inside. They hide in the deepwhere melodies endwhere there is no laughterand lightContinue reading “Where dreams die”

A writing sense of nostalgia

I have always had a thing for biographies. I loved exploring where someone came from, in which steps their life had happened, and what traces that had left behind.When I was about ten years old, I read the biographies of Mozart, Avril Lavigne, and Hölderlin, since those were the most important people for me toContinue reading “A writing sense of nostalgia”

March Melancholia

„The sunset is pink again“, I tell my witch and she giggles out into the night.„Is that you‘re reason to cry?“, she asks. I have always enjoyed it when the sunset is taking longer, painting more colours at the horizon at the end of the day. The promising of warmer, better days.The memory of lifeContinue reading “March Melancholia”

Tale about a pretty dress

Tonight‘s tale starts with a dress.This dress was worn by a witch with shoulders usually to strong for any fabric to support them and with more of those breasts than any version of a woman had ever asked for. These shapes had torn open stitches much too often, but this dress finally fit.Finally there wereContinue reading “Tale about a pretty dress”

Stories to remember

I want to tell stories that live on. I‘m not talking about writing bestsellers and being famous, but about contributing something meaningful on some level to our shared cultural memory. At least a little bit. When my grandfather, who also was my last grandparent, died very recently, we went through his things and also foundContinue reading “Stories to remember”

Witching Review: Girl with a pearl earring by Tracy Chevalier

I have decided to add a new category to my blog! From now on, I am going to write witching reviews! I want to share all the things I come across while crafting around on my little piece of historical fiction. I want to share the novels I read to think myself into different eras,Continue reading “Witching Review: Girl with a pearl earring by Tracy Chevalier”

Am I brave enough to be me?

„I just didn‘t think that knowing of all the mean things people think of you and ignoring them to carry on was such a big part of life“, I tell my witch over a cup of tea.She laughs.My back hurts.This day in February has been too warm and the humidity is giving me headache.„But youContinue reading “Am I brave enough to be me?”

Soft tale

„I think I‘ll always be too soft to survive this world“, I tell my witch one night.Tonight‘s tale is about one of those days that should not have happened. One of those 14 hours that end with the realization that staying in bed would have been the better option. I‘ve had a horrible journey onContinue reading “Soft tale”