This night feels cozy.Midnight has passed.No sleep, but another cup of tea in vanilla scented candlelight.“Are you saying you have no regrets?”, my witch giggles. When I was younger, I was often warned that I would regret the things that I did. I remember being 10 years old and finally telling my family that IContinue reading “A witch with no regrets”
Category Archives: The historical horror of being alive
Heavy rain and zombie fire – A small town of resilience part 2
This is a hopeful post, although it might not look like it at first. Recently, the region I am living in is experiencing a historical wildfire, and it was getting terrifyingly close to the city that gave me a lot of inspiration to write my witching novel. The town is called Monschau, and who isContinue reading “Heavy rain and zombie fire – A small town of resilience part 2”
What the stars can do to us
“Are you really lucky enough to miss out on a few shooting stars?”, my witch asks as I try to fall asleep. Well, who of us ever is? We had seen 6 very bright shooting stars, but I was getting cold and tired. Can I afford to sleep during the peak of the perseids? IContinue reading “What the stars can do to us”
Witching Review – “The curewife” by Claire-Marie Watson
The book I’m reviewing in this post came as a dark and magical surprise! This post is about the novel “The Curewife” by Claire-Marie Watson! This is a very historic novel that deals with everything that I love about the dark and unsettling 17th. Old conception of magic, surviving turbulent times, and becoming a witch!Continue reading “Witching Review – “The curewife” by Claire-Marie Watson”
Tale about a daring love
“I dare you”, a witch once whispered When I met youI carriedA coffee in my handAnd words on my lipsOnly you could make sense of.If only you’d known,If you had known sooner. When we met,We both feltHorrors in our chestOnly we understood.If only we’d known,If he we had known sooner. For when we metI becameContinue reading “Tale about a daring love”
Diving deeper into the history of science!
Your haunted witching blogger is getting a lot closer to becoming a science historian! Recently, my proposal for my master thesis has been accepted. I was so very nervous when handing it in. It was something my witch could not help me with, since I had decided not to write in the 17th century butContinue reading “Diving deeper into the history of science!”
A haunted place in the Baltic Sea – Suomenlinna
Canons, a castle, defense walls, and old houses with windows painted on – there is a place in the Baltic Sea that has all these things. It’s not just a museum, or a remote heritage site for adventurers to explore. No, it’s actually a place where people can live! Sounds like the right kind ofContinue reading “A haunted place in the Baltic Sea – Suomenlinna”
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s nameContinue reading “The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.”
Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip –Continue reading “Keeping the connection – About taking the next step”
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWeContinue reading “Of memories and ashes”
Reviving witching energy by visiting another haunted place!
After a stressful time. I love the things I get to do for a living, but my witch stopped giggling in the back of my head, and that’s not good. Working on the novel and chasing heartbreaking haunted tales is a thing that makes me feel alive! So it was time for another witching trip!Continue reading “Reviving witching energy by visiting another haunted place!”
The nowhereness of witching
Moonlight on skin.An empty bottle.A cheek on the pavement.“I don’t want to be nowhere anymore.” Every witch once had a home, remember? Before Dystopia, a witch belonged somewhere, but was chased away. You need a home to spit you out into the night to become a witch.But where do they go? After their body wasContinue reading “The nowhereness of witching”
Haunting Humor of a failed witch
An Iced Latte.A floral dress slipping over the shoulder.“I’m finally at that stage where people congratulate me for keeping my humor”. I tell my witch in horror.“That’s what happens when you survive beyond a certain point”, my witch knows to respond and steals the Iced drink from my hands. Humor has been haunting me.Humor brokeContinue reading “Haunting Humor of a failed witch”
Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!
The feeling of being stuck was my main motivation to start this blog and summon my witch, so I love to write blog posts about all of the things that I am once again able to do! Ever since the pandemic does not have a grip around my life anymore, I can do things IContinue reading “Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!”
Finding and keeping my voice
I grew up with depression, but it wasn’t mine. Honestly, I think the main reason why I started talking to my witch on this blog was that I never had people around that could give me a bearable perspective of life in this world, so I needed to rip dimensions apart. My mother never gotContinue reading “Finding and keeping my voice”
I’ll try again tomorrow.
Just handed in a 30 pages long thing that separated me from finally writing my master thesis. Inspiration for this specific thing never quite hit, and now I feel awfully drained. What are feelings? What is writing? I feel fucking empty. Feeling okay and not feeling a thing feels too similar for comfort. At leastContinue reading “I’ll try again tomorrow.”
What writing in first-person means to me (and my witch)
My nightdress is too short, rain and thunder have scared my cats away, and once again it’s just me and my witch making it through the night together. This is exactly what my radical first-person-rewrite has felt like. Since it has gotten some surprised responses when I shared this sudden change of writing-mind of mine,Continue reading “What writing in first-person means to me (and my witch)”
Dystopia being
Dystopia doesn’t change who we are, but this is nothing to find comfort in. When war calls you as a soldier, you’re still a son or a daughter. A mother, father, lover, friend. At least inside, while on the outside, you die a gray face feared and forgotten. When plague locks you away, you’re stillContinue reading “Dystopia being”
Busy thoughts of a tired witch
I am so tired that I forgot what it feels like.Slowly I remember that feeling dizzy, thirsty for sweet drinks while craving super salty snacks combined with crying over rude people on the train is my tired. I was almost 30 when I understood this. Before, I always wondered why sleep deprivation did not seemContinue reading “Busy thoughts of a tired witch”
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 seeContinue reading “I wish I’d told you all my stories.”
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,Continue reading “Dealing with darkness in writing”
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 witchContinue reading “Radical witching novel rewrites at 4 AM!”
Why my empathy has limits
“All my life, I have fought for my right to be soft”, I tell my witch as we sit in the garden and watch our strawberries grow. “But now, I’ve found out that my empathy has limits.”And recently, these limits were reached. I recently had to work with a difficult colleague. I assisted a womanContinue reading “Why my empathy has limits”
Visiting a witching place! – The museum for magic, fortune-telling, and witchcraft in Edinburgh!
Let me take you to another witching place!I have found a museum where my witch felt at home, and I want to share this with you. I have recently been to Edinburgh, and of course I had to visit the museum of magic, fortune-telling and witchcraft! To be honest, I did not know what toContinue reading “Visiting a witching place! – The museum for magic, fortune-telling, and witchcraft in Edinburgh!”
Confessions of a messy witch
I’ve lost control over my writing again, so here’s a confession of a sleep deprived witch that recently had too much fast food after midnight! I’m a fucking mess! After relocating from Dresden in the far east of Germany back to Mönchengladbach in the far West, I’ve had this motivation to finish the novel! AndContinue reading “Confessions of a messy witch”
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 fastWhenContinue reading “Unloved tale”
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 throughContinue reading “Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!”
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 wereContinue reading “Tale about the softest secret”
Witching novel progress – and the thrill of being read
It happened. I am experiencing a moment I have been yearning for while at the same time feeling terribly scared of it: The witching novel is being read. Or, at least the beginning. I rewrote the first third a third time, and have now handed out a part of that to some of my friends.Continue reading “Witching novel progress – and the thrill of being read”
Human spell
Feel the world,And fight back when beatenHave eyes openTo mourn when there’s lossDare to cry tears most honestAnd be loud when unwantedBe thereAnd never forgetTo be human. My witch sighs. “Being human sounds exhausting. How kind of them to expell me from it.” And she has a desperate giggle.
Mistress witch writes 