„I can‘t go there right now“, I tell my witch over my second coffee after midnight „Maybe not for a while.“She rolls her eyes and steals the first hot and bittersweet sip from me, as always. „Why not?“Good question. My witch always asks the good questions, even when it‘s past midnight and I am explainingContinue reading “Midnight coffee struggles with my witch”
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The next writing challenge – growing up in 1618!
I have promised to keep this blog a writing diary! A documentary of how I write my witching novel – so, after finishing my first witching novel milestone, there is a new challenge! I have to write the next part. Although that is kind of a given, if I want to finish the novel forContinue reading “The next writing challenge – growing up in 1618!”
Faithless thoughts of a witch
The melancholia of the early days in spring had me thinking about what keeps me going.Or what kept me going in the past, when a lot more good things seemed to have happened, than these days.I spent the spring equinox with a fever and an infected throat in a bed from where I could atContinue reading “Faithless thoughts of a witch”
A tale to last!
„I want to last long enough“, the witch whispers. To climb up those stairs,To sit by the window,and inhale the sunsetwishing to witness a return! … this body has tobe therebe whole!This witching body has to function.For just a bit longer.For another nightand just another one.To hurry down those stairs,To run unto the fieldand intoContinue reading “A tale to last!”
Dystopia return
I have been at home for the first time in three years.And I really mean at home, with all the people that belong to it.At least those who are still alive (the number is shrinking …). And did it make me happy?Did it give me the same kind of energy as earlier?This positive energy toContinue reading “Dystopia return”
“I don’t want to be a tragedy.”
The coffee is cold.The cake untouched.„I don‘t want to be a tragedy.“ I don‘t want to be a tragedy,but this body was made offlesh and blood and bones!I want to feel the sun,with skin so fragile.I want to breathe in so deep,into lungs that could collapse.I want to love with a heart,ready to ache.What wereContinue reading ““I don’t want to be a tragedy.””
I don’t do well with endings!
I don‘t do well with endings. I remember myself not reading my favourite books over a certain point, because I didn‘t want to. I had enjoyed the setting as it had started and I was worried about all the development to come.What would change?The colors, the feeling?Where would my favourite characters go?Who would still beContinue reading “I don’t do well with endings!”
Witching novel milestone!
I took a first step to finishing the witching novel! No, I am not done yet. I still have a very long way to go finishing this work in progress, but for the first time I have handed out a part of the manuscript to my friends. The first 12 000 words are out there!Continue reading “Witching novel milestone!”
Tomorrow thoughts!
„Are these thoughts ever easy?“, I ask my witch over a midnight cup of coffee. Tomorrow, I hope to see you again.But, tomorrow will probably not be that day.Maybe a day after a tomorrow, another tomorrow. Will we have a tomorrow? „There probably are people that don‘t constantly eat their own brain“, Layla responds. „Somewhere.“„EvenContinue reading “Tomorrow thoughts!”
Of love and consistency
„It gave my life consistency“, my witch explained one night, after holding on to a piece of raspberry cream cake for very long. „More than it usually had.“ Some moments feel so special, something must grow out of them!Just shed tears on them, and wait for ranks to grow and blossom.These moments have a sparkle,Continue reading “Of love and consistency”
Fleeting tale
Tonight, it‘s raspberry cream that is keeping us awake.„I want more!“, I yell at my witch over the noise of beating the cream, while she still hums to the music reaching us from the living room.My kitchen has beige-golden tiles on the floor. On the black table between a snake plant and napkins with rosesContinue reading “Fleeting tale”
Words for my spring flame
The late weeks of winter have a promising glow.Welcoming raindrops and roses to grow?Asking for a poem?Asking for a kiss?We were never fit for winter.We made it melt away too soon.But purple skies,Cassiopeia in the east…remind of your return once more.
Stories in mind – why representation matters!
Tonight, I am wondering about the impact a story can have on our life! On our world view.How much they can or cannot shape the eyes we watch through.What we take from them wherever we go next. This keeps bothering, because recently I struggled more than before with representations I saw consumed so easily byContinue reading “Stories in mind – why representation matters!”
Tale about a witching romance
“Sometimes, a shadow knocks onto my door”, my witch giggles, with tears on her cheeks and flowers in her hair. “And when he does, I’m glad about my leaking soul.” “I call him my shadow,Because he moves too slow for eyes to see,And lingers in those places where most souls won’t go.I call him myContinue reading “Tale about a witching romance”
A writing tip I dislike and what my novel may be made of!
„Written word is prohibited from dictating any rhythm or tempo“, I remember a writer once tell me. Writer as in not a famous author, but able to make a living in parts from writing, over here in Germany. At least, once he did. Even if I wanted to name him, I couldn’t forgot. I forgotContinue reading “A writing tip I dislike and what my novel may be made of!”
The guilt of the witch
What was the witch actually guilty of? This question may arise eventually. After the body was buried, mutilated and still burned in the end to make sure, the one or the other will possibly have experienced the question persisting.And while guilt is waiting at every corner in Dystopia, a response to this question may leadContinue reading “The guilt of the witch”
My list of aborted dreams
Locking myself up in a surreal place, listening to the same song over and over again, until the pages are full – that is how writing the witching novel lately has looked like for me.And it makes me feel so close to my biggest and oldest dream! The unreal place is the attic of aContinue reading “My list of aborted dreams”
Mood board for my witching novel!
I finally made one. I loved the idea and was thinking about it for a while now. As a writer as well as a reader, I relay on the right atmosphere. It is not everything that matters, but it can win me over to invest time and attention to the work as a whole. TellContinue reading “Mood board for my witching novel!”
“I wish we’d fit the picture frame.”
“I wish we’d fit the picture frame”, were words whispered onto a window covered in rain drops. And if so,would these hands still play with ebony hair?Would there be arms to hold onto, strong but fragile?Fragile in the end, but holding on,although her shoulders escape the neckline of her dress?The picture frame? “If we’d fitContinue reading ““I wish we’d fit the picture frame.””
A witching instruction
For the following instruction, you need a broken heart!You need to be desperate and deceived to follow this guide and get back what only a witch might have stolen from you!These words are provided by those to catch you on a dark path and guide you back into the known world, where each part ofContinue reading “A witching instruction”
Deadline thoughts!
These are the thoughts of a perfectly sane – wait, no!I can‘t say that about myself anymore.But perfectly reasonable thoughts of a women – and my witch rolls her eyes at me.Yes, let‘s stick with person with a uterus, to not even try to hide our struggle.„And reasonable?“, Layla mocks me. „What about this isContinue reading “Deadline thoughts!”
Medieval magic! – Visiting St. Reinoldi in Dortmund
I am visiting a fascinating medieval tale today! It is about a dead body searching for a home and a self-driving carriage! Or, should I cite my witch and call this just the kind of weird little magic men could get away with while she had to burn? Let‘s take a look at this! TheContinue reading “Medieval magic! – Visiting St. Reinoldi in Dortmund”
Dystopia now
Since this was once my Dystopia diary, I recently had to think about how much my life changed in the past 3 years, or since the last normal winter, before things got kind of weird. How about you? Has your life changed a lot? On a longer train ride recently, I have (finally!) continued readingContinue reading “Dystopia now”
Still crashing worlds! Or, update on the witching novel.
I am still done with letting her world crash. I mean, the first part of the witching novel, of course.My goal of telling the whole life story of a witch in central Europe in the 17th century has the challenge of including all the different stages of life. That does not just pose the difficultyContinue reading “Still crashing worlds! Or, update on the witching novel.”
Tale about a distant love
“I had a dream about missing you.In that dream, I missed you oh! So badly, I caught the next train.I caught the next train to you, and as the gray distance was flying by, I thought of your eyes on me!Of hearing your breath, and of all of you … …and I realized how shockedContinue reading “Tale about a distant love”
9 reasons why I would have died as a witch!
Have you ever wondered how much magic there is inside of you?Or, if there is something magical in this world, how would it show in you?What species are you in your favourite fantasy or sci fi setting?Which Hogwarts house? Which shirt color in star trek? Belonging to one of those children that half-seriously hoped forContinue reading “9 reasons why I would have died as a witch!”
With needles and giggles
When the fire had burned down, she wished she could have loved as someone else. As the faithful housewife. As the promising young woman. When the last flames where crackling, she wished she had not loved as the witch. Equipped with needles. Once the storm was over, she wished she could have kissed as someoneContinue reading “With needles and giggles”
The witch and consequences
Some truths belong into candle light with a cup of tea, boiling hot and with sugar.Yes, witches need their sugar.And we’re not sorry. “When do you accept that you don’t always know the consequences of things”, my witch giggles, and as I scoff offended, the light dances and flickers.Of course I am aware of theContinue reading “The witch and consequences”
New year’s thoughts with my witch!
Celebrating new year’s eve is something I have never enjoyed. I cannot really tell why. After all the little magical Christmas things I enjoy so much, this evening seems much more stressful. Much more real. Like a party for real adults to look back and making new plans. Although I have not taken part inContinue reading “New year’s thoughts with my witch!”
Painless tale
“About the one who never caused any pain”, my witch whispers and rises her glass into the night. “At least none that wasn’t asked for.” And she giggles. It was the one with the darkest of masks whose judgment the witch feared the most. The mask meaning death.Mirroring it, defying it!Making her witching heart race,Continue reading “Painless tale”
Mistress witch writes 