I didn‘t take this photo just because the street lamp looked pretty, but seriously – it does! And I was surprised to find it there where I had found it, and here we have a realization which made me quite spontaneously question my view on history in general (including an unscheduled lecture for the friendContinue reading “History disrupted (and a pretty street lamp)”
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About those very historical feelings
When I first had the idea to write historical fiction, I felt almost blind.It was like disoriented trembling into a new kind of world. I could not feel myself into it.How were common life events perceived by someone living in the 14th century?What did the death of someone mean in a world so much moreContinue reading “About those very historical feelings”
Finding the right spell
What I miss most about my old life are the little rituals I had.I know that my second life as a witch the pandemic brought upon me appears to have a lot of those. Witches have their potions, right? You can just knock on their door with the most secret and desperate desires of yourContinue reading “Finding the right spell”
Overly dramatic december post!
„I only have one regret“, I tell my unicorn at 4 Am while talking two times as fast and three times as high as usual. „I never had cotton candy hair!“ And we both keep on needle felting our pastel colored hearts to give away for another sad Christmas. „A youth in the 2010s withoutContinue reading “Overly dramatic december post!”
Closer to the past
When there is no future to be seen anymore, let‘s drown in pretty castles, and oh! – Those dresses! Before I started this blog, I was mostly writing science fiction. I never shared any of it anywhere. In my head, I was building worlds with cities made of towers in the clouds under a violetContinue reading “Closer to the past”
Don’t mind me talking to those who left
Where are you and why aren‘t you him? I know it‘s unfair of meto come you with such a broken heartbut I never asked you to fix itjust to hold itfor a second. Where are you right now?I want to go thereto put my thoughts somewherethey do not fit hereever. Where are you and whyContinue reading “Don’t mind me talking to those who left”
One night to have it all
This one is about a night that almost felt normal. Normal enough to feel dizzy and tell my witch that I just sang in front of people.„I sang“, I am repeating myself, while it is freezing outside and I forgot my coat somewhere but couldn‘t care less. „I sang in front of people, just asContinue reading “One night to have it all”
Dystopia blossoming – impressions from the witching garden
My thoughts today are in my witching garden. I don‘t even have a garden, but for some time within the past lockdowns I have helped a friend with his while hiding away in there from everything going on around me, and since my sweat pants radius has grown with each of these times for aContinue reading “Dystopia blossoming – impressions from the witching garden”
Tale about being seen
If you cannot see hersee her as the one you seeksee her as the one she isthen burn herplease burn with herbecause she cannot drown againshe cannot drown alone.You never really saw hersaw her as how soft she wassaw her fragile in those hands of yoursso burn herplease burn with herbecause she cannot drown againsheContinue reading “Tale about being seen”
At least we burned
„You do have an issue with people leaving“, my witch giggles into our hot chocolate as we watch the first snow cover the fields once more. Is this really all there isat the endof the lightat least we burnedat least this once? And if this is really allwhere does painand where thosetears come fromthat shadowContinue reading “At least we burned”
Reality in Dystopia!
If you‘re rushing fast enough, you will stop to see colors, or to distinguish noises. Everything becomes a blur with no real shapes in it.No real moments, no real experiences, and no real feelings.That sounds quite, convenient, right? To just never engage in anything long enough for it to really leave an impression, a traceContinue reading “Reality in Dystopia!”
How to kill a witch
A witch is not easy to get rid of.They cling to life with the persistence of all the joy their demonic lover ever offered them.There are gruesome tales about people only hanging their witches, and burrying them outside their city walls, only to find them roaming the forest at night. A poor soul had toContinue reading “How to kill a witch”
Witching wisdom #1
To be corrupted, you have to have a soul at all.To be transformed, your body has to have a shape at all.To have a nightmare, you have to be able to dream at all. To be deceived by all those fantasies your demon may paint in front of you, you have to have had theirContinue reading “Witching wisdom #1”
A moment for demons!
In every witching life, there will be a moment to kick you over the edge and make you look for your demon.Maybe, you ran into a glass door, or let fall a box that had made to several people safely before it reached you – in this moment, when any measures of safety click offContinue reading “A moment for demons!”
Will you take over my horizon?
When you leftso did coffee and jazz musicgood books and artoil paintings and wine. The world was drowningin blue and in silenceinstead of orange and witand rose and a smile. But time has passedand I have found coffeeand music and wineand paintings in raindrops. Maybe, you will take over my horizon one day. „I loveContinue reading “Will you take over my horizon?”
Tale about darkness
„Have you ever wished for all of it to never have happened?“, I ask my witch as we change our scented candles from summer‘s garden flower to autumn‘s cinnamon, and Layla smiles wickedly sad. Being broken means laying scatteredas pieces ready to be takenand be put togetherfor just another attempt. I threw my heart outandContinue reading “Tale about darkness”
The upbringing of a witch
„What does being an adult even mean?“, I ask my witch at midnight with a huge cupcake and unopened letters in my hands. Since I grew up in a family that would not let you count as an adult without being married, an own house and a baby at least on the way, I amContinue reading “The upbringing of a witch”
Tale about a witching sense.
The hole you ripped inside this soul is one beyond repair. It‘s one that has been for longer than you think,and has been leaking now and then,when the wind was coldand the windows of houseswere warm and cozy in the distancetoo far in the distance. While ripped open, this soul could recognize what it hadContinue reading “Tale about a witching sense.”
How witches came to fly
Have you ever wondered if you truly belong into this world, or if a terrible mistake was made and the universe dropped you off somewhere you never were supposed to be and will not ever make any sense at all? No? Well, then you are lucky, but this witching tale might still be worth yourContinue reading “How witches came to fly”
Thoughts on novel writing!
One thing I have always enjoyed about novels in reading as in writing is the possibility to narrate the whole life span of a person. To tell the events of several years or decades, and to explore how these different stages of a life might have felt, how big changes might have happened, and allContinue reading “Thoughts on novel writing!”
Tale about the Mistress
Why do I write this blog in the name of the Mistress? Why do I call her that? Since now and then we get approached by people having their very own ideas about it in mind, I thought this deserves to be a blog post in its own. One answer to why I decided toContinue reading “Tale about the Mistress”
Tale about a witching crisis
Why is everything I want to be so far awayfrom what I turn into?Why does my body and my skin freezewhen I want to keep breathing?Why is everything so dark and coldwhenever I feel like burning?Why does my skin bleedwhere it misses to be touched?Why do I needIce cream and wineand Vanilla and candlesand aContinue reading “Tale about a witching crisis”
About wearing this skin
I wish I could wear my skin for youI don‘t know how to wear it on my own. I don‘t even have a skinbecause you never touched itI wish I had no lungs to breatheno voice to screamand I wish I had no heart to feelno head to dreamand store images, scents and melodiesof olderContinue reading “About wearing this skin”
About my bathroom floor
When laying on my bathroom floor, I have to pull my legs up to my stomach to fit into the small space under the sink.The first time I ever did this was when a bottle of wine had not been able to calm down my thoughts and I wanted to tear myself apart. My witchContinue reading “About my bathroom floor”
A witching heart
To every witching heart there is a someone that it is loving more than it should. A someone it is opening up to, it is letting see its shadows.And this someone will ask a lot of it, even more than the witching heart can bare, for all the best reasons.This someone will constantly remind theContinue reading “A witching heart”
A witching melody
The voice of a witch was believed to set the world on fire.The melody escaping those lips was feared to be the final melody, the very last frequency the universe would vibrate on, before eventually falling apart.Were witching melodies so awful? A sound to tear a wound into this world?„Maybe, they were so wonderful thatContinue reading “A witching melody”
How a spell is born
Sometimes a world is beginning.Sometimes only within thoughts, built of images a soul is vibrating on.Images, melodies, and scents and tastes which made a soul sing and felt as if they were meant to sustain the night and still be there tomorrow. Then, there are also moments in which a whole world is falling apart.AContinue reading “How a spell is born”
The struggle with time
„Time can bring me closer but also push me further from one thing“, I tell my witch.„Especially the one thing we are missing and yearning and feeling like we live for“, my witch agreed.„We never know.“ While writing my witching novel, I discovered a struggle with time.Or, with timing.With the time structure in my novel.ItContinue reading “The struggle with time”
Dystopia in summer
„These problems don‘t occur over night and it tells a lot about you that you did not fix it“, says the gray square that is my professor, and once again I realize that all my witching things have become an extra layer of skin because being alive hurts like hell and is unfair. It hasContinue reading “Dystopia in summer”
The emptiness of witching
Witches are born in the moment of total system failure. Before being reborn as a witch, one might have been a child to someone, or a friend, a spouse.Words hat certain meanings. Gestures and movements were seen.To the whole existence of a person, there was a response. But also, before being reborn as a witch,Continue reading “The emptiness of witching”
