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”
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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”
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!”
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!”
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”
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.
The ongoing struggle of being human
… in the flavour of 2026 so far. A part of me wants to make dark January jokes, but I recently don’t wish for easy escape routes anymore, so let’s get real. This new year has made me reflect on a notion about history that in the past I have sometimes struggled with. Born andContinue reading “The ongoing struggle of being human”
Tale about the nice man. Beware!
Beware the nice manhe wears shiny shoeshis suit fits him wellAs it grew on his skin Beware the polite manFor he musn’t knowHe owns the streetAs he watches you fall Beware the nice manHe gambles you outHis promises areFrom another worldThe water is risingTo swallow you wholeThe nice man tells youAbout flying cars Beware theContinue reading “Tale about the nice man. Beware!”
Witching review – “A body made of glass” by Caroline Crampton
If you belong to those constantly caught between wonder and worry about the fragility and persistence of the human body, I may have the perfect book for you! This witching review is on a rather personal piece of non-fiction: “A Body made of glass – A History of Hypochondria” by Caroline Crampton When I foundContinue reading “Witching review – “A body made of glass” by Caroline Crampton”
No time for fairytales
As a girl, I was scared of rejection. I was so scared of never being loved back while all the nice girls found their early happy ending just like all the fairytales.I always feared to become a 30-year-old virgin, especially because my mother had taught me that men were evil but dating girls was sadContinue reading “No time for fairytales”
Why I am not a nice girl
I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more oftenContinue reading “Why I am not a nice girl”
Intimate tale
I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wantedContinue reading “Intimate tale”
The tale of mental health in a burning world
“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring theContinue reading “The tale of mental health in a burning world”
World ache tale
This darkness is not mineA rainy cloudIs ready to burstWe’re sobbing too loudIt’s not personalAt all. This sadness is not mineMy dead motherIs dangling from the ceilingHanging in the kitchenI think she might be leaking. This pain is not mineThe world has gone lostFlames are soaringIt’s spilling bloodAnd I still have skin. Is this bodyContinue reading “World ache tale”
Secret of tonight
“You’re sure you’re gonna survive this?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder. No, but I’m undead since age 5.“Really?”YeaDaddy killed meWhen I was 5It was the kind a murderWhere nobody dies.I forgotHow to survive.That’s Enough secrets spilledFor tonight.
We, the fallen daughters
“Isn’t it comforting to know that you can’t fall deeper than that?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder.“Deeper than what?”“Than right into the hand of god?” And her wine laughter bursts. I am a fallen daughter.And as it is with this kind of falling, there hardly ever seems to be a bottom to reach.I amContinue reading “We, the fallen daughters”
My historical experience of living in Dresden
Some places carry so much history, they feel haunted. They are full of melancholia, sometimes even a bit of questionable nostalgia, and can be tough to bare from time to time. At the moment, I am lucky enough to live in such a place. For the past months, I have been living in Dresden, theContinue reading “My historical experience of living in Dresden”
Nowhere girl
Lasciviously provoking the universe, a witch once asked: “He is not coming back, right?” The girl that came from nowhereLearned how to danceWhen her world wasTurned upside down.When she was foundThe earth moved againWith forces reachingFor skin,As she whispers:“You can’t leave me now, ‘cause I’ve unlearned how to breathe.” The girl that has nowhere toContinue reading “Nowhere girl”
28 crosses in Prague – A haunted historical trip with my witch
“This place is so haunted”, my witch giggles over my shoulder.I took us to a place where for the both of us history becomes very much alive and reminds us of how fragile and thin skinned we are, and how exposed we are to history’s tales. A trip to Prague My witch and I visitedContinue reading “28 crosses in Prague – A haunted historical trip with my witch”
Who are the daughters? Discussing politics with my witch.
“Do you count as a daughter?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder, and I have to admit that I don’t know. And not knowing has become a problem, because recently, being the right kind of daughter has become a political issue in Germany. But let’s start at the beginning of this new political daughter trouble.Continue reading “Who are the daughters? Discussing politics with my witch.”
Why I have been struggling with writing my witching tales
It is an early afternoon, and I am alone in a brutalist library, having my witch on my shoulder. Together, we are cross-reading the original court files of a witch hunt in Cologne in 1629, and while we burn for the insights the book has to offer, I am shaking and tears are still glowingContinue reading “Why I have been struggling with writing my witching tales”
Witching Review – “Remarkable Creatures” by Tracy Chevalier
This time, I am reviewing a novel that combines my two passions: The history of science, and well, novel writing. It is a wonderfully crafted piece of historical fiction! This one is about the novel “Remarkable Creatures” by Tracy Chevalier. Set in the early 19th century, this novel is about two women looking for fossilsContinue reading “Witching Review – “Remarkable Creatures” by Tracy Chevalier”
How my writing has suffered recently
As I’m typing these words, the landscape is flying by my train window as the autumn sun is setting. I have already been trying to write this down before getting on my next adventure. And also, when I was settling into my new temporary home, but never got around to it, so I think IContinue reading “How my writing has suffered recently”
Witching coffee with a bit of history in Stockholm!
Coffee with a lot of history! – is what my witch and I enjoyed in Stockholm, when we went to the city’s oldest confectionery, which had opened in 1785. It’s a beautiful place in the heart of Stockholm, where the story of two monarchs having a difficult relationship with coffee and sweets is waiting toContinue reading “Witching coffee with a bit of history in Stockholm!”
Damaged girl tale
This poem smells like rain and tastes like Coffee with a shot. Or as my witch would say: “What a wonderful start for a tragedy.” If you look at meFor a bit too longI’m sure you’ll seeSo I’ll tiptoe aroundI can’t let you inOn my secret trickNot nowNot yet. All the thingsThat I carry aroundAreContinue reading “Damaged girl tale”
Mistress witch writes 