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”
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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”
I am a published witch! Writing update.
At least a little bit. This is not a surprising update on the witching novel yet, but something happened that made me feel as if I got a little bit closer to that dream! A piece of flash fiction of mine was accepted for publication! It was not the short story I have been tryingContinue reading “I am a published witch! Writing update.”
Witching review – “The whispering muse” by Laura Purcell
Finding a good book is a very own kind of magic. Taking the invitation into another world, to ride with someone else‘s intense emotions, or simply getting lost between the pages out of curiosity can change life from one moment to the other in so many ways. I have always been the happiest when IContinue reading “Witching review – “The whispering muse” by Laura Purcell”
My haunted thoughts while trying to get a short story published …
The last short story I recently wrote is a special one, at least to me. It is the one that defined what I love so much about that genre I chose to write in: Historical fiction that is a little bit haunted and probably has some horror elements in it. Finishing that short story wasContinue reading “My haunted thoughts while trying to get a short story published …”
Magical recharging
I wish I could write about a new and haunted place I visited. I even had one on my list for this week, but things got in between and in the end, I needed some magical recharging. There is one place that always works for me – so here are my latest impressions from Aachen!Continue reading “Magical recharging”
Where melodies die
„If played for the wrong ears, every melody is going to drown“, my witch agrees as we close the window with the first thunder in the distance.“And then what?”, I ask her as the rain starts pouring. I love heavy rain! What happens to melodies unheard and unnoticed? What happens if the last one rememberingContinue reading “Where melodies die”
When the witch giggles …
„When there was a thunder storm?“I asked when my witch was happy when I thought that I could never be happy again.„When my violet clouds were cooked“, she giggles over my shoulder. This was one of the most difficult questions for me. What would happiness look like in a time so far away? Could IContinue reading “When the witch giggles …”
“Will you haunt me too?”
„Please be kind“, the witch begged her demon. Please be kindI need to keep youhere in my headI want to keep youhere in my bed. Be careful with meAll my dreams have gone badthats why I need youhere in my head. Be sweet with meI need to keeo youto face youwith eyes closedspeak to youwithContinue reading ““Will you haunt me too?””
Reasons to smash my head through the wall
My mother used to call it clever to be completely calm and accepting when being confronted with the greatest injustice of the world. „And you?“, my witch asks amused. I have always wanted to get my head through the wall. Is that even a phrase in English? Probably not, but let‘s make it one forContinue reading “Reasons to smash my head through the wall”
Spreading witchcraft
Witches spread, and not just their legs. Is there a house in a sudden chosen by death?The reason might not hide within, but three doors ahead.Is there a body falling apart?The reason might be the other one that waved at them a few days ago. Every smile, every song, and every breath can bring decayContinue reading “Spreading witchcraft”
A magical place to fall in love with earth – The „Klimahaus“ in Bremerhaven
This post is about my favourite science museum, but also a place that is so fascinating and beautiful, it can always bring me to tears and has in the past fundamentally shaped my view on the world. During my third visit very recently, I was lucky enough to bring my witch along and show toContinue reading “A magical place to fall in love with earth – The „Klimahaus“ in Bremerhaven”
Wandering thoughts
I enjoy whatever happens in my head when I am alone with my thoughts on a long walk with nothing and no one around. It took me some time to realize this, but it‘s actually not as terrifying as I always thought it was. It‘s the place where writing comes from. From listening to allContinue reading “Wandering thoughts”
Mistress witch writes 