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”
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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”
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”
Witching review! – “The Asylum for wayward Victorian girls” by Emilie Autumn
The novel I am going to introduce to you now is the reason I started this blog. It also is the reason I began writing the witching novel at all, and found a voice to not just write, but live and speak in. It showed me how to make a story out of something youContinue reading “Witching review! – “The Asylum for wayward Victorian girls” by Emilie Autumn”
When witches sing
Branches and leaves tangled up in messy hair, blood leaks from tiny wounds here and there. A soakinh wet dress, of course, and a smile on those lips as if kissed just now.That is how my witch just came home, ready to sing. „You feel so far away today.Your path leads north,but mine does not.IContinue reading “When witches sing”
My latest feminine moment
This one not going to make an attempt in defining what being feminine actually means.It is about situations in which I notice that I am on the feminine end of a spectrum and have to take the consequences. But let me start at the beginning.Come with me back to one of the first warm daysContinue reading “My latest feminine moment”
Daddy’s tale
„What if Daddy disapproves?“, a witch once giggled into a bottle of wine that had no bottom. „Oh, I think he does!“ What kind of Daddy is she talking about? The one that put her in this world, or rather the one that made this world exist at all?Definitely not the one petting her headContinue reading “Daddy’s tale”
My haunted historical fiction place
This post is an invitation to come with me to a special place. I have a place that makes me want to tell my stories. This place feels like witches are hiding between the trees, and alchemists are challenging the world behind those glowing windows in the far. It feels haunted, fallen out of time,Continue reading “My haunted historical fiction place”
Words at the horizon
„It‘s just me and the horizon again.Whenever I have those words for you, I bring them here.I bring them out on an open field, and leave them with the horizon,hoping for them to reach you.And together we waitFor a shooting star,A rainbow,A thunder storm. All of these words that are yours,All of these words thatContinue reading “Words at the horizon”
Finding a spark in a story – Writing goals
Lately, I have been thinking about what it is that makes me come back to a story! I have been wondering about this one quality that makes me either read a novel twice, or at least makes me not want to put it down at all. Have you read some novels twice? I most certainlyContinue reading “Finding a spark in a story – Writing goals”
How to get through the night
„I have missed this“, my witch sighs obscenely into the lime-raspberry-cheesecake we put into the fridge at 3 AM.It won‘t be ready before 6.So why sleep at all? Why sleep at all?It‘s just another night.Another night to get through.Another night to make it through.Through hours lost in the dark.Through hours unseen,to have a bit ofContinue reading “How to get through the night”
A defining moment
It has been more than a week since my last poem. At least that one had been one that mattered. It had been about something I had to remember for the past days to keep going, about a trap in my head. I have often thought these days that I may have found and recognizedContinue reading “A defining moment”
Where dreams die
“Did I kill them?”, I ask my witch. There are things buried insidethat drowned withinas a silent scream in the chestsuffocating in the back of the headThese things that are buried somewhere withinThese things that diedand left 1000 scarsare dreams. Dreams die inside. They hide in the deepwhere melodies endwhere there is no laughterand lightContinue reading “Where dreams die”
A writing sense of nostalgia
I have always had a thing for biographies. I loved exploring where someone came from, in which steps their life had happened, and what traces that had left behind.When I was about ten years old, I read the biographies of Mozart, Avril Lavigne, and Hölderlin, since those were the most important people for me toContinue reading “A writing sense of nostalgia”
March Melancholia
„The sunset is pink again“, I tell my witch and she giggles out into the night.„Is that you‘re reason to cry?“, she asks. I have always enjoyed it when the sunset is taking longer, painting more colours at the horizon at the end of the day. The promising of warmer, better days.The memory of lifeContinue reading “March Melancholia”
Tale about a pretty dress
Tonight‘s tale starts with a dress.This dress was worn by a witch with shoulders usually to strong for any fabric to support them and with more of those breasts than any version of a woman had ever asked for. These shapes had torn open stitches much too often, but this dress finally fit.Finally there wereContinue reading “Tale about a pretty dress”
Stories to remember
I want to tell stories that live on. I‘m not talking about writing bestsellers and being famous, but about contributing something meaningful on some level to our shared cultural memory. At least a little bit. When my grandfather, who also was my last grandparent, died very recently, we went through his things and also foundContinue reading “Stories to remember”
Witching Review: Girl with a pearl earring by Tracy Chevalier
I have decided to add a new category to my blog! From now on, I am going to write witching reviews! I want to share all the things I come across while crafting around on my little piece of historical fiction. I want to share the novels I read to think myself into different eras,Continue reading “Witching Review: Girl with a pearl earring by Tracy Chevalier”
Am I brave enough to be me?
„I just didn‘t think that knowing of all the mean things people think of you and ignoring them to carry on was such a big part of life“, I tell my witch over a cup of tea.She laughs.My back hurts.This day in February has been too warm and the humidity is giving me headache.„But youContinue reading “Am I brave enough to be me?”
Soft tale
„I think I‘ll always be too soft to survive this world“, I tell my witch one night.Tonight‘s tale is about one of those days that should not have happened. One of those 14 hours that end with the realization that staying in bed would have been the better option. I‘ve had a horrible journey onContinue reading “Soft tale”
Better tale
I have a feelingit‘s all over my skin.I have an ideaI let myself soak inbut not let it cookwith a bit of VanillaI would be better.If I was with you. I was betterwhen you were there.I have an imagehere in my head.There is an imageI want you to seeof my flouncy skirtand between my fingertipsyourContinue reading “Better tale”
Of cigarettes and wine
Roses and raindropsVanilla and deathwhere have you beenwhen our world was upset? I have been waitinghere all alongin fearof the sun again to appear. Vanilla and Deathcigarettes and winewithout younothing was ever fine. We are so fragilewe need a pathto catch our stepssooner than death. Cigarettes and wineI confused sugar and saltAll I needed washearingContinue reading “Of cigarettes and wine”
Tale from beneath skin
When being looked upon with eyes so sad, a witch once giggled: „Wanna peel off my skin to check what‘s beneath?“ To see what she might hide inside?Does her blood run in purple,instead of red?Do her bones look justlike everybody else‘s? „How can pretty eyes be so sad?“, the witch wonders as they pierce ontoContinue reading “Tale from beneath skin”
A good kind of after-sadness
„And what now?“, I ask my witch as the last chocolate is eaten. „What‘s next?“Layla giggle into her now empty bottle of wine. „After sadness, you mean?“ After sadness.After raging against the universe, with cupcakes at midnight and a sunrise flavoured in wine.After an eternity spent in Vanilla scented candle light.After loss.Unheard screams. „Where doContinue reading “A good kind of after-sadness”
Reality challenged thoughts of a witch
Maybe I am only slowly understanding my connection to reality. Maybe I need to take half a step out of my skin to have the right perspective to tell stories, or maybe the „Barbie“ – movie almost made me change the names of my online accounts – this is a thing I am still thinkingContinue reading “Reality challenged thoughts of a witch”
A dark Mr. Right for my witch – Witching novel update!
A witch would probably be best suited for spending most of her time alone in her house in the forest, but that is not the kind of fate I imagine for my witch. It‘s not the kind of story I want to tell. Just as, having her die in the first attempts of the worldContinue reading “A dark Mr. Right for my witch – Witching novel update!”
Mistress witch writes 