We are the thing only stories can tell.Your eyesHiding a sufferingOn the insideMy handsNever reachingBut longingFor your skinAnd allThat hides within. We are the things that songs are made for.All the wordsSwallowed in pain,But meaning the worldAll the dreamsBorn with a touchOver too soon.I need you,Please have me,take me,Please be the oneTo fest on myContinue reading “What stories are made of …”
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Reach for the stars, girl!
I have to hold the hand of my witch very tight once more as we brace ourselves for getting upset. I am so glad that I summoned her, because I have never had a bestie. I never had a best friend, a BFF. I only ever had weird nerdy boys to hang out with, becauseContinue reading “Reach for the stars, girl!”
How my writing changed after the pandemic
This is not just my reminder to take care of my blog more regularly again. This, after all, is my passion project! But no, this is written to reflect on the changes I’m currently struggling with. When the pandemic ended the life I was used to, I was writing with the passion of this beingContinue reading “How my writing changed after the pandemic”
Getting better at dealing with dreams
I dreamed of living in a city with a tram and doing something meaningful, when I was 18 years old. Something meaningful back then meant doing art, writing, something creative to move the world. And a beautiful city with a tram that I had just visited had been Amsterdam, where both my art and myContinue reading “Getting better at dealing with dreams”
“I see your face at every corner.”
I see your face at every corner.I watch the stars rise. I see your face at every corner.My skin was wrapped into yours safely,Under the same colour of sky.I see your face and every corner.I watch the stars rise.He wears your coat.She has your eyes.I watch the stars rise.He has your hair.Your face is missing.IContinue reading ““I see your face at every corner.””
Okay, Daddy?! – Sinful thoughts of a witch
“What’s your little girl crying about?”, my witch giggles into her half of our shared pitaya, tainting her lips in the deepest pink. She looks very cute, and I have to think of another crying girl I have recently seen. The other one was not as cute as my witch, although she really tried herContinue reading “Okay, Daddy?! – Sinful thoughts of a witch”
Witching review – The poisoner’s tale by Cathryn Kemp
Is this my first negative witching review? Seems like it. At least, it is about a novel that makes me want to talk about a lot of issues. I once promised myself to not ever write such a negative review, but to only use this new blog category to collect all the curious things IContinue reading “Witching review – The poisoner’s tale by Cathryn Kemp”
Come with me on a witching adventure!
I would like to take my readers on a little adventure! An unusual one, really. This off-topic post will not be about witches and demons, dystopia yearnings, or anything alike these things. Distant lovers might be mentioned here and there, because I invite you to travel 2000km up north with me, cross the Baltic Sea,Continue reading “Come with me on a witching adventure!”
How my writing brain used alchemy research to make it through a hospital night – an unusual witching writing diary post!
Recently, I have been reading a lot about alchemy, and the knowledge came in more handy than I could have thought. This one is about an involuntarily adventure! As some of my readers know, I have recently been travelling for a few weeks. I will write a post about that experience soon! After coming home,Continue reading “How my writing brain used alchemy research to make it through a hospital night – an unusual witching writing diary post!”
An awkward thing to say to dead people on a melting day. And cake.
“What an awkward thing to say”, my witch giggles into the fog as tears run down my face. The fog is not with us, of course. It is just a few meters away, but dense enough to hide the horizon. Or, the end of the colourful street we’re sitting by in the freezing cold.“As awkwardContinue reading “An awkward thing to say to dead people on a melting day. And cake.”
“Is it safe to sleep tonight?”
Is it safe to sleep at night?My eyes are so heavy.My thoughts blur away.I need to rest,But what if the shadows grow over my head? Is it safe to sleep at night?Who will come,If I turn off the lights?I hear them in the distance,From the back of my head. I hear a whisper,Waiting in theContinue reading ““Is it safe to sleep tonight?””
Searching for a place – thoughts about happiness, and my little rejected short story
The search continues! The search for a place for this haunted little short story to fit. “Haunted boy” jus got rejected the third time, which isn’t that much I know. I eve received a personalized rejection, asking me to send in more of my writing in the future. I still like to reflect on theseContinue reading “Searching for a place – thoughts about happiness, and my little rejected short story”
What it takes to be strong
Lately, I have been wondering where strength comes from.What does it take to be strong? Strong enough to face the world? Life requires strength each moment it continues, I do not ever dare to forget that for a second. My witch laughs about me, sitting by the window wearing nothing but a night dress whileContinue reading “What it takes to be strong”
Why it matters that we tell our stories!
Lately, I have been rethinking why I insist on writing, especially historical fiction. Am I just attempting to contribute to a weird branch of the entertainment industry, or do I have justified deeper reasons for doing this? Can there even be these deeper reasons, or is there always this odd question mark above those thatContinue reading “Why it matters that we tell our stories!”
Still alive. Just aged a bit.
Had some turning 30 to do. In general been very busy. I struggled with pre-pandemic friends cancelling on me, and had a little emotional fall back into my 2020-darkness. We were great, we did not deserve to be destroyed like that! On the other hand, new things kept me busy. This roller coaster! New witchyContinue reading “Still alive. Just aged a bit.”
Lonely window tale
“I’m not ready to sing by myself!” Between layers of silk,she disappears.For the scent of roses,she is parting her lips.Whatever escapes,can’t ever be heard.As the velvet dances,she can be seen,and is ready to sing,to assure his return.with eyes so keen.Until one day,he does not. And won’t ever hearwhat could be a sighand not the innocentContinue reading “Lonely window tale”
Giggling about 2024 with my witch
What a year it was! Looking back on 2024, I finally feel confident to say that I am back on track. Baring in mind that my whole life fell apart in March 2020, it took me long enough to get there! Still, I am just happy about to many things that happened. So many things,Continue reading “Giggling about 2024 with my witch”
A very short history of Christmas trees
I have always been fond of those traditions we came up with to make it through the longest nights of the year. Even as teenager scaring everyone with my rebellious gothic looks, I loved the scent of cinnamon, baking cookies, putting up Christmas lights, as well as decorating a Christmas tree. I still remember myContinue reading “A very short history of Christmas trees”
Ready to fall apart?
“I’m not here to have myself under control”, my witch hisses at me, hiding another “winter apple” chocolate bar behind her back. Yes, the ones my dead grandmother loved so much. Tonight we’re thinking about something that is not gonna escalate.So not gonna.Promise. “Have you ever met someone … “ I start, ignoring the chocolateContinue reading “Ready to fall apart?”
About not being okay – Revisiting Dystopia
I took this photo in 2020, and I honestly don’t know what I was ever gonna use it for. Still, I like looking back on it. It was in July 2020, when my whole life had fallen apart, and I was living in a kind of void, questioning everything that I had done so far,Continue reading “About not being okay – Revisiting Dystopia”
On writing to survive in dreams!
When asked why I write, I used to say that I needed my characters to survive. Or, to see how to survive. My characters were going through things I could never imagine myself coping with, or things that I had to handle but was terribly overwhelmed by. They were like super heroes in my head,Continue reading “On writing to survive in dreams!”
Tale for fragile things
I don’t want to leave you.Please don’t leave me.I don’t think we’ll have to,we don’t have to break up.Our bodies do it for us.They are so fragile.We’re fragile things. This moment will pass.Please don’t let it go.I will breathe it in.I will store it inside,to have it haunt me,haunt the inside of my head,as aContinue reading “Tale for fragile things”
Haunted in poetry (in pictures)
If you’re not loved, being haunted is the next best thing. Or is it even better? What has more passion in it than whispering the bitter-sweet proposal “Will you haunt me too?” instead of “Please don’t ever leave me!” … Read my poem here. I’ll haunt you either way, I promise.
… because a witch loves wild!
“We’re both stuck on this roller coaster, boy”, my witch giggles sadly into the 4 PM darkness. We can’t always face it together.We can meet occasionally.Share a moment.Share a kiss.Maybe there, high up on the top!The moment right before the fall!Skin on skin,before the force is pulling it once more.Or down there in the shadows,whereContinue reading “… because a witch loves wild!”
Butter Essay – Or, the darkness of today.
“Time for a dark and bloody thought-experiment?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder in a November night of 2024, because she knows me so well. It has been a while since I’ve used exact dates of the present in my blog posts, because it also has been a while since I used my blog toContinue reading “Butter Essay – Or, the darkness of today.”
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”
Mistress witch writes 