“That’s what I told him”, my witch giggles into my cup of tea. “That’s what she said.” And we spill some. Stare at me with the lights out.I want to feel you,but you can’t see me.I need to feel youreyes on me. Stare at me with the lights out,and give me your secrets.I’m in loveContinue reading ““Stare at me with the lights out.””
Category Archives: The historical horror of being alive
November magic once more! With photos!
When I grew up, November was my favourite month, but over the years our relationship got complicated. I still love the golden leaves, the pumpkin spice latte, the cinnamon in the air, and the rainy days that feel like adventure, but it also is a challenge. The dark time of the year is a challenge,Continue reading “November magic once more! With photos!”
Fighting writer’s block with …
I really gotta work on my facial expression when playing my violin. Well, I’ve been saying this since I was 12 … When I struggle with the witching novel, I compose the soundtrack to keep my brain going. You can listen to my novel atmosphere in the video below. Don’t mind my grumpy face. Please.Continue reading “Fighting writer’s block with …”
Writing history with my witch – Or, the struggle of looking at the past
I like to picture my witch in a golden frame. Probably shaped with roses growing all over it. A frame that looks like one your grandmother would have kept, or one to find in a museum. One of those pompous picture frames you‘d find when visiting old castles. My witch deserves to be framed onContinue reading “Writing history with my witch – Or, the struggle of looking at the past”
“Can I start living tomorrow?”
“Better than wishing back yesterday”, my witch giggles, stealing the cup of tea from my hands as it starts raining. I want to live.I want too much.Can I just live tomorrow?I want to live too much,but not today. Maybe another day.Not maybe,I am sure.I want to live.Just not today. I can‘t exist.Just not today.The worldContinue reading ““Can I start living tomorrow?””
A dangerously magical path
As a witch, I naturally love places that feel haunted. Those places that seem lost in time, and make you wonder what kind of stories were forgotten here. As a reader of my blog, you probably remember when I showed you my haunted historical fiction place, right? Good, because I need to talk about thatContinue reading “A dangerously magical path”
I am a published witch! Writing update.
At least a little bit. This is not a surprising update on the witching novel yet, but something happened that made me feel as if I got a little bit closer to that dream! A piece of flash fiction of mine was accepted for publication! It was not the short story I have been tryingContinue reading “I am a published witch! Writing update.”
About a magical night in Brussels with Aurora
I have never dedicated a whole blog post to just one musician, and now I almost feel bad about writing this. But also, I have to share this. I have just been to Brussels to see Aurora live at “Forest National”. It was my third time seeing her, and I love her music deeply. InContinue reading “About a magical night in Brussels with Aurora”
Witching review – “The whispering muse” by Laura Purcell
Finding a good book is a very own kind of magic. Taking the invitation into another world, to ride with someone else‘s intense emotions, or simply getting lost between the pages out of curiosity can change life from one moment to the other in so many ways. I have always been the happiest when IContinue reading “Witching review – “The whispering muse” by Laura Purcell”
My haunted thoughts while trying to get a short story published …
The last short story I recently wrote is a special one, at least to me. It is the one that defined what I love so much about that genre I chose to write in: Historical fiction that is a little bit haunted and probably has some horror elements in it. Finishing that short story wasContinue reading “My haunted thoughts while trying to get a short story published …”
Magical recharging
I wish I could write about a new and haunted place I visited. I even had one on my list for this week, but things got in between and in the end, I needed some magical recharging. There is one place that always works for me – so here are my latest impressions from Aachen!Continue reading “Magical recharging”
Where melodies die
„If played for the wrong ears, every melody is going to drown“, my witch agrees as we close the window with the first thunder in the distance.“And then what?”, I ask her as the rain starts pouring. I love heavy rain! What happens to melodies unheard and unnoticed? What happens if the last one rememberingContinue reading “Where melodies die”
When the witch giggles …
„When there was a thunder storm?“I asked when my witch was happy when I thought that I could never be happy again.„When my violet clouds were cooked“, she giggles over my shoulder. This was one of the most difficult questions for me. What would happiness look like in a time so far away? Could IContinue reading “When the witch giggles …”
“Will you haunt me too?”
„Please be kind“, the witch begged her demon. Please be kindI need to keep youhere in my headI want to keep youhere in my bed. Be careful with meAll my dreams have gone badthats why I need youhere in my head. Be sweet with meI need to keeo youto face youwith eyes closedspeak to youwithContinue reading ““Will you haunt me too?””
Reasons to smash my head through the wall
My mother used to call it clever to be completely calm and accepting when being confronted with the greatest injustice of the world. „And you?“, my witch asks amused. I have always wanted to get my head through the wall. Is that even a phrase in English? Probably not, but let‘s make it one forContinue reading “Reasons to smash my head through the wall”
Spreading witchcraft
Witches spread, and not just their legs. Is there a house in a sudden chosen by death?The reason might not hide within, but three doors ahead.Is there a body falling apart?The reason might be the other one that waved at them a few days ago. Every smile, every song, and every breath can bring decayContinue reading “Spreading witchcraft”
A magical place to fall in love with earth – The „Klimahaus“ in Bremerhaven
This post is about my favourite science museum, but also a place that is so fascinating and beautiful, it can always bring me to tears and has in the past fundamentally shaped my view on the world. During my third visit very recently, I was lucky enough to bring my witch along and show toContinue reading “A magical place to fall in love with earth – The „Klimahaus“ in Bremerhaven”
Wandering thoughts
I enjoy whatever happens in my head when I am alone with my thoughts on a long walk with nothing and no one around. It took me some time to realize this, but it‘s actually not as terrifying as I always thought it was. It‘s the place where writing comes from. From listening to allContinue reading “Wandering thoughts”
Things I discuss with my witch when I should sleep
„I have often confused feeling nothing with being okay. When I am very busy, I tend to listen to all my music on shuffle, although I usually hate that and prefer to choose an album or even artist to listen to in the right order. When I‘m busy, I shuffle through all of them toContinue reading “Things I discuss with my witch when I should sleep”
Tale out of control
Tonight‘s tale is about a moment that was perfectly under control, until it was not.It‘s about a girl living with a head that could easily fly off.In one corner of that head, a witch is giggling. In her back, demons are waiting. Dystopia has its grip around her. This tale is about an innocent walkContinue reading “Tale out of control”
Tale for singing by the window
„Who is ever going to hear me,if I don‘t sing by the window?Would you have heard me,that very night?What if I dare to,but nobody is passing by?Will I ever know,if I never sing by the window?“, … a witch once sighed.
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”
Mistress witch writes 