Mo

12

Mär

2018

Mondaymusings

Guten Morgen und euch allen einen guten Start in die Woche! Mich hat leider immer noch eine olle Erkältung in ihren kalten Klauen. Gibt es etwas Lästigeres als Schnupfen? Ich hoffe ihr seid davon verschont geblieben und hattet am Wochenende auch Zeit, um das schöne Wetter zu genießen. Einen kleinen Spaziergang habe ich gestern auch gemacht, schön am Wasser entlang.

 

Die zweite Woche des #GloBaPoMo läuft und bisher hab ich es noch jeden Tag geschafft ein Gedicht zu fabrizieren. Einige davon ergeben überhaupt keinen Sinn, aber manche sind mir tatsächlich ganz gut gelungen. Wer hätte gedacht, dass in mir ein kleiner Poet versteckt war?

 

Tibor hat gerade seinen üblichen Platz auf meinem Notizbuch eingenommen, um zu schlafen. Zum Glück habe ich die ersten 500 Worte des Tages schon geschrieben, soll er also für eine Weile meine Ergüsse bewachen. Schnurrschnurr. Irgendwann muss der erste Entwurf dieser Geschichte aber fertig werden. Mal sehen wie weit ich damit in den nächsten Tagen komme.

 

Was sind eure Pläne für diese Woche? Ich muss noch meinen Arbeitsplan abwarten, ehe ich wirklich weiß wie viel Zeit mir zum Schreiben zur Verfügung steht.

 

Bei der #wirsindtraumfaenger Challenge habe ich bisher einige Tage ausgelassen und werde auch bis zum Ende des Monats nicht alles beantworten. Die Resonanz ist noch sehr gering, was aber sicher daran liegt, dass ich die Challenge bei Twitter und nicht bei instagram mitmache. Trotzdem macht es Spaß!

 

Bei der Fohlenelf ist die Kacke ja nun richtig am Dampfen, wenn ich das mal so sagen darf. Vier weitere Verletzte sind aus dem Spiel am Samstag hervorgegangen. Nicht nur haben wir verloren und verlieren die europäischen Plätze immer weiter aus den Augen, nein, jetzt sind 12 Spieler verletzt. 12! Ich weiß gar nicht was ich dazu sagen soll. Über diesen Kummer hätte ich beinahe das Interview von Per Mertesacker verpasst, der über den Druck im Profifußball spricht. Sehr mutig, sehr offen und eine Lektüre wert. Die Kritik an ihm kann ich nicht nachvollziehen. Selbst wenn es viele Spieler gibt, die nicht so empfinden, kann ich mir vorstellen, dass er doch ebenso vielen aus der Seele spricht. Man sollte das nicht leichtfertig kleinreden.

 

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Mo

05

Mär

2018

#GloBaPoMo Tag 5

 What I desire most

 

In this overly loud world

 

A place where you can hear

 

The wind roaming the skies

 

Petals whispering to elves

 

My thoughts dreaming with yours

 

Gras growing into trees

 

Snowflakes dancing at night

 

Falling down to earth

 

Paced like dying cherry blossoms

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Do

01

Mär

2018

Hallo März

Es ist erstaunlich wie schnell die Zeit immer wieder vergeht. Eben noch hing der Weihnachtsbaum voller alter Holzfiguren und jetzt ist schon März. Die Temperaturen hier sind noch sehr winterlich, aber aus einigen Eckend er Welt wird vermeldet, dass der Frühling tatsächlich auf dem Weg zu uns ist.

 

Meine Schreibliste für Februar habe ich nicht ganz abgearbeitet, das heißt im März habe ich etwas mehr zu tun, als geplant. Immerhin habe ich es geschafft endlich den lockeren Knopf an meiner Hose anzunähen, auch wenn das nichts mit schreiben zu tun hat.

 

Im März mache ich neben der normalen schreib wenigstens 500 Wörter am Tag Challenge auch bei #wirsindtraumfaenger mit. Meine Antworten/Lösungen zu den jeweiligen Aufgaben findet ihr bei Twitter. Außerdem habe ich mir vorgenommen jeden Tag ein Gedicht zu schreiben und zusammen mit Camie Rembrandt den #GloBaPoMo ins Leben gerufen, den Global Bad Poetry Month. Mein erstes Gedicht seht ihr auf dem Bild. Dazu ist die Überarbeitung von zwei Kurzgeschichten geplant, eine weitere Korrekturrunde von FmL und mal sehen was mir noch so einfällt. Das Netzwerken geht weiter, ebenso die Planungen für das Gewinnspiel zum Welttag des Buches am 23.04.18.

 

 

Was sind eure Pläne für März?

 

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Mo

26

Feb

2018

Februarmusings

Der Februar nähert sich seinem Ende und wenn ich auf meine To Do Liste schaue, hab ich in den nächsten Tagen schreibtechnisch wohl noch eine Menge vor. Immerhin habe ich es geschafft auch in diesem Monat bisher jeden Tag 500+ Wörter zu schreiben. Die neue Geschichte kommt gut voran, einige Charaktere haben inzwischen Namen, Konflikte gibt es zu Hauf und ich habe eine gewisse Ahnung wie die Auflösung aussehen soll. Dazu gibt es meine Geschichtensammlung Der Blick in die Flasche jetzt in einer überarbeiteten Version. Bei Amazon ging gestern der Verkaufsrang mal wieder hoch bis in die 30.000er, auf eine Rezension warte ich allerdings immer noch vergeblich. Woran liegt das? Sind die Geschichten so schlecht und niemand traut sich mir das zu sagen? Ist die Hemmschwelle so groß die erste Rezension zu schreiben? Aus diesem Grund habe ich mein Buch jetzt bei der Reziliebe angemeldet. Am 12.4. 18 steht es dort auf dem Programm, man kann sich um ein Exemplar bewerben und dafür bekomme ich hoffentlich eine Rückmeldung. Die Reziliebe ist eine Gruppe bei FB und gehört zur kleinen Bücherwelt von Anna, einem Blog, auf dem auch Selfpublisher vorgestellt werden. Eine tolle Aktion, die mich vielleicht ein wenig voran bringt und nach weiteren Bloggern Ausschau halten lässt.

 

Außerdem habe ich die Planungen für mein Gewinnspiel zum Welttag des Buches begonnen und überlege ob ich eine Autorenseite bei FB brauche oder nicht. Von einer Seite wird immer wieder danach gefragt, aber würde das wirklich jemand lesen?

 

Bei Fenster mit Licht bin ich dabei die ersten Korrekturen einzuarbeiten und noch einige Kapitel zu erweitern. Ehe es in Richtung Veröffentlichung geht, steht auch hier noch eine Menge Arbeit an, aber ich freu mich schon drauf das Buch mit dem tollen Cover in der Hand zu halten!

 

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Mo

01

Jan

2018

Happy New Year!

Ein frohes neues Jahr wünsche ich euch allen. Möge es ein friedliches Jahr für alle werden und mir neben Inspiration für viele neue Geschichten vor allem die Disziplin bringen, um all meine Schreibziele zu erreichen.

Im letzten Jahr habe ich meine Ziele etwa ab Juni etwas aus den Augen verloren und dann erst ab November wieder in die Spur gefunden, auch wenn ich beinahe jeden Tag geschrieben habe. Im Dezember ist eine neue Geschichte entstanden, ein neues Universum, das noch viel Potential für mehr hat. Nun bin ich hin- und hergerissen. Soll ich an diesem Projekt weiterarbeiten? Lieber die Geschichte vom NaNoWriMo 2017 fertig stellen? Einige meiner Kurzgeschichten überarbeiten? Einer ganz neuen Idee nachgehen?

Was sind eure Schreibziele für 2018? Habt ihr Jahresziele, Monatsziele oder wöchentliche Ziele, die ihr erreichen möchtet? Obwohl es für mich natürlich ein Ziel ist jeden Tag die 500 Wörter für die Writingchallenge zu schreiben, habe ich im letzten Jahr gemerkt, dass mir monatliche Ziele besser liegen als einfach nur eine lange Liste für das ganze Jahr zu machen und die dann vor mir herzuschieben. Mein Ziel für heute ist also diese Liste für 2018 zu vervollständigen und sie dann in kleine appetitliche Häppchen aufzuteilen. Damit die Ziele dann nicht in meiner Schreibtischschublade versauern, werde ich sie auch hier teilen und hoffe das hilft mir sie zu erreichen.

 

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Fr

03

Nov

2017

NaNoWriMo Day 3

It’s the third evening of my NaNoWriMo adventure this year. So far I’ve reached my goal every day. I see people with word-counts way behind the moon. And while I can understand the urge to write as much as possible, that’s not my approach. I’m looking for regularity more than sheer amount of words. That’s why I love the monthly writing challenge on twitter so much. It’s about writing or editing daily. 500 words or one hour are doable. I can fit them into my schedule quite easy. Writing the 1667 words per day in November though is a bit harder. I’m writing in the morning before work mostly now. While I usually like to write in the evenings more, during the last months I realized it’s nice to get it done early. I won’t come home late and still think ‘I haven’t written yet’ or ‘I still need to write 1000 words’. Writing my words early gives me the feeling of accomplishment. NaNoWriMo makes me break out of my comfort zone and challenges me to write more than the usual amount.

 

I’ll be working late tomorrow (Saturday), so maybe there will be more than the requested words for me, not more than 2000 though. I’m still trying to make writing daily a habit and know, when I write too much on one day, there won’t be words on the next because I feel too exhausted. Maybe one day my writing habit will be up to 2000 or more words. For now I’m just grateful for the writing challenge community and every single word I write with their help and encouragement.

 

Also in August i started to not only log my words but also the time it takes to write them. Now I know that I can write 100 words in about 5 minutes. 500 words take roughly 35 Minutes. The 1667 NaNo words come to life in 2hours. There are days when I think about whether I spend enough time writing or not. Could I write more without my job? Should I write more?

 

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Di

05

Sep

2017

Noch nicht ganz Herbst...

Nachts kann man es spüren. Tagsüber sieht man es. Wenn der Wind weht, kann man es manchmal auch schon hören. Die Kastanien beginnen zu fallen, die ersten Bäume kleiden sich mit einem Hauch von Farbe. Es ist unbestreitbar: Der Herbst kommt.

 

 

Noch versteckt er sich in Hecken und Büschen, beobachtet uns, um in einem unaufmerksamen Moment hervorzuspringen und uns zu erschrecken. Ob es das ist, was mit den Bäumen passierte, die ihre Blätter abwarfen und nicht auf die Farben warteten?

 

 

Noch rauschen die Blätter, aber hier und da hat sich schon ein Rascheln und Knistern in ihren Gesang geschlichen. Bald werden sicher auch die ersten Herbstdrachen durch die Lüfte fliegen und zur Melodie der Blätter tanzen…

 

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So

23

Apr

2017

Kleines Gewinnspiel zum Welttag des Buches

Gewinnspiel zum Welttag des Buches

Hallo liebe Freunde der Kurzgeschichte

Wie angekündigt, gibt es in diesem Jahr ein kleines Gewinnspiel zum Welttag des Buches. Jeder, der mitmacht, bekommt eine Kleinigkeit... als Hauptpreise winken Bücher von mir

 

Beweise Insiderwissen und gewinne mit etwas Glück ein gedrucktes Exemplar von Fenster mit Licht!

 

 

1. Nenne drei Dinge, die der Erzähler von Spuk im Stadtschloss in seinem Rucksack mit sich herum trägt.

 

2. Welches Lieblingsgetränk hat der Erzähler von Hüte der Macht?

 

3. Welche Farbe hat die Feder, die der Traumhändler verschenkt?

 

 

 

Sei kreativ und gewinne mit etwas Glück ein gedrucktes Exemplar von Der Blick in die Flasche!

 

1.  Welche Geschichte fehlt noch? / Worüber würdest du gerne lesen?

 

2. Denk dir ein Pseudonym für mich aus.

 

3. Mach eine Liste von fünf bis zehn Worten, die mich zum Schreiben inspirieren

(sollen).

 

Viel Spaß beim Rätseln und allen viel Glück!

 

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Mo

03

Apr

2017

Es gibt Neuigkeiten

Hallo liebe Freunde der Kurzgeschichten :)


Wie vor einem Weilchen angekündigt, ist die Sammlung einiger meiner Kurzgeschichten ab sofort in Buchform erhältlich. Wer also schon immer mal ein Buch von mir im Schrank stehen haben wollte, hat jetzt die Möglichkeit :)
Das Buch ist bei Amazon und im Buchladen um die Ecke bestellbar. Allerdings habe ich das mit dem Buchladen noch nicht getestet… Wer es (erfolgreich) versucht hat, kann mir gern einen kurzen Erfahrungsbericht zukommen lassen.
Wie immer gilt: Falls ihr beim großen A zuschlagt, hinterlasst mir doch eine kurze Bewertung. :)


Ich hoffe natürlich dass dieses Buch nicht das einzige bleiben wird und dem Blick in die Flasche noch viele andere folgen werden. (Dank der Reise nach Prag bearbeitet mein Hirn mit Hut gerade viele Ideen.)
Euch allen viel Spaß beim Lesen! Schreibt mir gern ob es euch ge- oder missfällt und warum, mit etwas Glück könnt ihr etwas gewinnen!

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Do

19

Jan

2017

Ankündigungen für 2017

Hallo liebe Freunde der Kurzgeschichte!

 

Heute ein paar erste Ankündigen für das Jahr 2017:

 

Wer schon immer ein Buch von mir im Schrank zu stehen haben wollte, hat ab (voraussichtlich) März die Chance dazu. Gerade bereite ich den Druck eines Buches mit 7 Kurzgeschichten von mir vor. Bei normaler Taschenbuchgröße sind das 175+ Seiten… Das Buch wird im Buchhandel ebenso wie bei Amazon usw. erhältlich sein. Wer eins mit Widmung will, kann das bei mir bekommen :)

 

Wer vorher noch eine Geschichte von mir lesen will und einen E-book-reader besitzt, kann jetzt auch zugreifen: „Spuk im Stadtschloss“ und „Die Welt in grau“ gibt es noch bis zum 31. Januar für 99Cent, weil sie gerade neue Cover bekommen haben. (Leider kann ich nicht genau sagen wie lange die Umsetzung des neuen Preises bei den einzelnen Händlern dauert.) Wie immer gilt dabei: Hinterlasst mir doch eine kurze Bewertung.

 

Im Februar will ich außerdem die „Pfützenwelten“ veröffentlichen, die hoffentlich einigen von euch noch im Gedächtnis sind.

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Fr

04

Nov

2016

November

Es ist wieder November. Obwohl auch der Oktober sich alle Mühe gegeben hat uns einen novembrigen Eindruck zu vermitteln, fehlte etwas. Erst jetzt ist er wieder da, und mit ihm der NaNoWriMo. Auch in diesem Jahr versuche ich wieder mein Glück, allerdings nicht mit einer neuen Geschichte. In diesem November gehöre ich zu den Rebellen und werde an angefangenen (Kurz-) Geschichten arbeiten. Die Pfützenwelten sind auf diese Weise endlich fertig geworden und liegen nun bei meiner Lieblingskorrektorin. (Gibt es dieses Wort wirklich?) Vielleicht gibt es dieses Jahr also noch etwas Neues von mir zu lesen.

Beim NaNo Care Package Swap bin ich auch wieder mit dabei. Mein Paket in die USA ist schon unterwegs und bringt dort hoffentlich viel Freude.

Außerdem habe ich den November mit einer kleinen Lesung begonnen. Bei Tee, Kerzenschein und Keksen gab es drei Geschichten von mir zu hören. Es war ein schöner und angenehmer Abend und wird hoffentlich wiederholt. Danach habe ich sogar Blümchen bekommen…

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Mo

04

Apr

2016

C is for Clouds

You always loved watching the clouds, the little white ones, the big grey ones, the slow ones and the ones chased by the wind. You never became tired of them. Sometimes you’ve longed to walk among them, feel their softness and fly with them around the world. You were so enamored with those clouds; you never realized the dark ones getting closer and closer to you. Sometimes your sight was foggy, but you blamed it to the glasses or to not wearing them. You lived on, never realizing the changes. Until one day you woke up and all you could see were the dark clouds around you, filling your world, your brain and your heart. They had finally gotten close enough to you to embrace you with their power. You still could see the world, but it was so dark. You still could see your family and friends and occasionally other people too, but it was always a hard fight against the clouds to get through to them. Finally you gave up one day, tired of the darkness and the constant fighting. And darkness welcomed you.

 

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Sa

02

Apr

2016

B is for Battle

Her head was resting on his shoulder. She could hear his heartbeat faintly. It made her calm. The sky above them was blue, no clouds in sight. Some birds were flying high above them. But maybe these were some of the new bomber. She didn’t know for sure and she didn’t want to know. The war was far away. She closed her eyes again. Letting his heartbeat draw her in again. She could feel the grass under her body, the soft wind blowing. She could hear little insects; she could hear the leaves rustle on the trees. It was so peaceful. They hadn’t spoken for some minutes, he was sleeping now and she took the chance to sit up. The meadow was vacated. No other human around them. She was glad, for if someone would have seen them, the result would have been disastrous. Some meters behind her back a small forest started to grow. Some steps in front of her, the abyss was waiting. She knew what was expected of them. Their battle-gear laid next to them in the grass. Hers blue and his yellow. But she didn’t want to see it now. She stood up and walked some steps to look down at the world she had grown to hate. The gods. Oh the gods, they surely had their fun. Telling people to fight each other, so one nation could rule. Idiotic. But the people believed in the gods. And who did something against their will was killed. She looked down on the lowlands ahead of her. There was no grass growing anymore. Everything was soaked in blood. Dead bodies laying everywhere. And the battle was still not over. There was a break, but nobody cared for the dead. No one was buried. She looked back to him. She didn’t want to wake him, but it was time. She kneeled next to him and woke him up with a kiss to his forehead. He smiled his beautiful smile. No words were spoken. They heard the signal, a dull fanfare, and started to dress. When the second signal was audible, they parted ways, after another kiss. He went to the left side of the battlefield to meet his soldiers. She went to the right side to get her sword and lead her army to death or glory. She was sure no glory was there to be found on this day.

 

When they met again, they were in the middle of the battlefield. Two warriors, the best of their nations. The sky was still blue. They had tuned out the sounds of the fights next to them. Her sword fell to the ground to meet his. Their helmets flew away unnoticed. He smiled. She took his hand. They kissed. The noise around them grew louder, then stopped. They could feel all eyes staring at them, but it didn’t matter anymore. He led her away, holding her hand fondly in his. Death would come to them, they knew the gods would make sure of it. But they wouldn’t meet death on the battlefield.  They would meet him on the last days of this doomed world, after they shared their love again. Nobody would survive. But they didn’t want to kill anymore. Should the gods kill them all, they were broken anyway. The battle was already lost before it even started so many years ago.

 

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Fr

01

Apr

2016

A is for Abyss

At first it was just a feeling. A feeling of something false. You didn't just wake up one day and knew what happened. It was a slow development. It came with sticky tentacles, determined to never let you go. You went through your daily life like always. Sometimes you saw the shadow, but it was always small. You never lost the lurking feeling of sadness. Trying to live a normal life and not paying attention to the feeling and the shadow, you gave them the power to blindside you. Sometimes when you looked into the mirror, you felt something starring back at you that wasn't you. There was something behind your eyes you couldn't really catch. One day you realise the shadow was surrounding you and growing into your world. You tried to shake it off but it was futile. The creeping feeling and the shadow were one and the same and they held you tight in their claws. You became afraid of the mirror, afraid of seeing what was growing inside you. Surprised nobody else could see it. Your mask was firm in place. But what if it broke? You wanted nobody to see. You didn't want to be weak. You fought for your life. You gave everything you had to not to lose yourself in the shadow. You fought for weeks but then came the day you found yourself falling right into what was lurking inside you.

 

 

(I'm not a native speaker, so please bear all my mistakes.)

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Do

31

Mär

2016

April

Tomorrow is the first day of April. That means not only does the #AprilWritingChallenge start, but also CampNaNoWriMo and the A-to-Z-Challenge. A busy month for writers and bloggers. Are you participating in one of them or more? I’m still torn. I signed up but I’m not sure I will be able to write something.

 

I was thinking about themes for the A-Z challenge. Could you guess them only from the A’s? Adventure. Artemis. Arie van Lent. No clue? Well there is a personal theme hidden and also a fantasy-one and something with sports. Maybe I will choose one of them next year. This year I will only try to write something every day, to get back my routine and my mood. I won’t promise you’ll find a new article here every day. But there will be some and I hope you come back during April to look at my progress.

 

Good luck for all your projects next month!

 

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Sa

05

Mär

2016

Raymond Chandler - Der lange Abschied

Die schönsten Sätze, ganz unabhängig von der Geschichte.

 

S.11
"Ich erfuhr alles übrige aus einer dieser snobistischen Glossen in der Gesellschaftsklatschrubrik der Zeitung. Ich lese sie nicht oft, bloß wenn ich nichts mehr habe, worüber ich mich ärgern kann."

 

S.150
"Es ist da etwas, was ich wissen will, was ich wissen muß. Sie wissen nicht, was es ist, und ich weiß nicht einmal genau, ob ich’s selber überhaupt weiß. Mit Sicherheit weiß ich bloß, daß etwas da ist und daß ich es wissen muß."

 

S.158
"… ein Musterbeispiel eines Kampfes der unwiderstehlichen Streitmacht gegen ein uneinnehmbares Ziel, eine Schlacht ohne Waffen, ein Krieg ohne Blut, die raffinierteste Vergeudung menschlicher Intelligenz, die man irgendwo in der Welt finden kann – außer in einem Werbebüro."

 

S.185
"Idle Valley war ein ideales Plätzchen zum Wohnen. Ideal. Nette Leute mit netten Häusern, netten Wagen, netten Pferden, netten Hunden, vielleicht sogar netten Kindern.
Einer namens Marlowe aber wollte nichts weiter als – raus.
Und zwar schleunigst."

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Mi

02

Mär

2016

Markt für Träume

Wo bekommen wir unsere Träume und Wünsche her? Ob es dafür einen Laden gibt? Einen Markt würde es sicher dafür geben.

„Tausche oder verkaufe gescheiterten Traum gegen einen anderen.“

Oder:

„Erfüllter Traum, second-hand, günstig abzugeben.“

Kann ein wieder aufgewärmter Traum genauso nahrhaft sein wie ein aufgewärmtes Essen? Oder verdirbt er bei mehrfacher Wiederverwendung? Gibt es ein Verfallsdatum für Träume? Und was passiert, wenn dieses abgelaufen ist? Kann man Träume durch die richtige Verpackung oder die Zugabe von Konservierungsstoffen auch länger haltbar machen? Vielleicht einen vakuumverpackten Traum als Schmuck an die Wand hängen? Das könnte ein neuer Trend werden. Vielleicht würde es eine Galerie voller verlorener Träume geben. Und die Menschen würden kommen, um sich an den Träumen anderer zu erbauen. Sich am Leid anderer zu laben. Am Schicksal anderer teilzunehmen und sich vielleicht an ihre eigenen Träume erinnern und versuchen, sie wiederzubeleben.
Wenn man einmal einen tiefen Traum hatte, ihn dann aber aufgegeben hat, heißt das dann, dass er ganz aus dem Herzen verschwunden ist? Oder existiert er noch immer und wartet nur auf fruchtbare Zeiten, so wie das Samenkorn im kargen, trockenen Boden auf Regen wartet? Sollte dieser Traum noch einmal aufkeimen, oder ist es besser, wenn er für immer tief im Herzen verschlossen bleibt? Kann ein Traum, den man vor Jahren hatte, noch einmal mit derselben Intensität neu geweckt werden, auch wenn das ganze Leben sich seit dem verändert hat? Was passiert, wenn plötzlich ein alter Traum wieder aufflammt, der uns einmal fast zerstört hat? Und wenn dieser Traum plötzlich die Chance auf Erfüllung hat? Sollte jeder Traum in Erfüllung gehen? Auch ein alter, schon vergessener Traum?
Zeugt ein Traum nicht auch von einem wachen, fühlenden Herzen? Was ist aber, wenn man in sich keine Träume mehr trägt? Wenn das Herz so unwirtlich geworden ist, dass kein Traum dort mehr Wurzeln schlagen kann? Bedeutet das den Tod unserer Seelen? Unseren Tod? Kann man dagegen noch etwas tun, oder ist das unvermeidlich unser Untergang?

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Mi

13

Jan

2016

Happy New Year

It's January. Happy New Year! May you reach all your goals and fulfill your plans!
But honestly, looking out of the window makes me feel like i jumped back in time and now its november again. All rainy, foggy and full of misery. Don't get me wrong, i love november! But only, when it is actually november and not now. January being my birthday month and the one month i always connect with winter, cold and lots of snow.
On the other hand, if it is november now again, there is the chance that i can celebrate christmas and even my birthday again. And that would be great! Not because of the presents, but because of all the feelings and atmosphere. I miss having a white christmas or being able to build a snowman on my birthday.


And, let's be honest, november now means i have still time to make plans for the next year... :D

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Fr

01

Jan

2016

Beethoven

For me the new year started with a great concert. We went to the theatre of our town and listened to Beethoven's symphony No.9. Being together with your loved one and enjoying great music - Is there a better way to welcome the new year?

What did you do to celebrate the New Year? Do you have a special tradition for this day? And what are your plans for 2016? Did you write them down? Told them to a friend? Or do you keep your plans a secret?

 

My plans are still a work in progress...

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Di

01

Dez

2015

Writing and Happiness

The day i wrote the 50006th word in November, was also the day my coworker complained about my way too good mood. I'm not sure though i like what this entails...
But i'm happy about the reason. November is over, NaNoWriMo too. And i won this year. Somedays i just wrote the minimum of 500 words, on other days i made it to 4000. It wasn't always easy to write, but the good thing is: I wrote everyday.
I love the story and my characters. It's not yet finished, but #DecWritingChallenge will help me with that. I can't wait to have the story all polished and ready for me to read for the first time in one go.
Did you win this years NaNo? What was your project? And what are your plans for december?
For me, finishing NaNoWriMo on the last day was an amazing feeling and i hope i can bring these feelings with me into december. The christmas-calendar-story is waiting, and so is Frost...

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Di

01

Dez

2015

Rumkugelrezept

2 Biskuit Tortenböden
2 Tafeln Kuvertüre (ganz nach Geschmack Weiß, Vollmilch oder dunkle Schokolade)
1 Würfel Kokosfett
200 ml Rum 54 %
1Päckechen Vanillezucker
Puderzucker, Nüsse, Schokostreusel, Kakao, …

 

Die Tortenböden zerbröseln.
Kokosfett schmelzen und Schokolade darin auflösen.
Tortenbodenbrösel mit Rum tränken, gut vermischen und ca. 15 Min. ziehen lassen.
Dann Schokomasse dazu geben und gut vermischen. Alles kalt stellen bis die Masse formbar ist, danach Kugeln in beliebiger Größe formen und in Puderzucker, Nüssen, Streuseln, Kakao etc. wälzen.

 

Fertige Rumkugeln im Kühlschrank aufbewahren.

 

Mein persönlicher Favorit: innen weiße Kuvertüre und außen Vollmilch- Schokostreusel :D

 

Guten Appetit!

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Do

12

Nov

2015

NaNoWriMo week 2

It's november the 12th, that means NaNoWriMo is happening just now. Are you part of the craziness? What's your novel about? Did you plan it beforehand?
I started this Nano like the other 4 before - without a plan. I just had a vague idea, some concept of two worlds and two powers, a person, maybe two. I had one name and a job description. That was all. I had no clue where this story would be going and i guess some of the things i wrote so far don't make sense at all.
And then, yesterday, suddenly it all made sense. It was during break, i wrote down some thoughts and at the end i had 6 pages of crumpled paper filled with unreadable notes. Filled with an outline for the rest of the story. Sure, i still have to reach this point, where the "rest" starts, but i hope this is easier now.
The dynamic between my characters will change some more times. I know that 2 people who fell in love, will be able to express there feelings in the future due to the change of times.
This was the moment i fell in love with my story.
What about you? Do you love your story? Your characters? What is your favourite line so far? The meanest thing your character had to endure?

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Mo

19

Okt

2015

NaNoWriMo is coming

Gloomy is prepared for this years NaNo
Gloomy is prepared for this years NaNo

It's the middle of October. At least that's what i try to make me believe. This means NaNoWriMo is still 2 more weeks away. I just added some more writing buddies, as one can never have enough of them for NaNo. (My username is Wurzelkind08, feel free to add me, if you need one more buddy)
 Maybe i will win again this year, after last year's dreadful result. i was a pantser always and it worked well for me until the last NaNo. That's why i wanted to plan and outline something for this year. Looking at the date though, i guess i will be pantsing again. Somehow time flew by and i missed the chance to try something new. Don't get me wrong, I like writing without knowing where the story goes. There are surprises everywhere, in characters, in setting, in small details...
This year will be my 5th NaNo. My lifetime achievements are 169,827 words... not very much, but i had the most of fun writing them :)
For winning i use things like the "write so many words if" thread, or wordsprints, or daily word-dares (one of my favourite characters was born through this). I write every possible disaster i can imagine my characters to suffer through, i write about blue ducks with a wooden leg, chasing demons with an old pan, and so on, just letting my imagination go wild :)
What are your ways to win? Is there a tool you would recommend? Do you plan? And what's your project for this year?

 I still don't know what i'll be writing in November, i will just start with an image and see where it goes from there. Next year though, i definitely will be planing. And outlining. I just need someone to remind me in time...

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Mi

16

Sep

2015

September

Though there are already lebkuchen in the shops, it's autumn only. You can feel it in the crisp of the air. You can see the leafs change their colours slowly. I saw the first migrant birds and i feared i had missed the chestnuts. Today i saw the first sunrise of this fall and it was beautiful.

i wish my words would fall to the paper like leafs to the ground. easy, with a pain of parting though, soft, sometimes twirling in the wind, but always getting to the ground. My words and i, we struggle a lot this year. We lost faith in each other somehow. I don't know how or when or why. It just happened. And it's hard to find our way back together. I know, once i start writing, it will get better eventually. But i can't bring myself to write more than just a few words because i'm afraid. Afraid the words don't fit. Afraid what i write is all rubbish. Afraid my worlds don't make sense and my characters are not authentic and flat. I'm afraid to read what i once wrote and loved well enough, too. It could have changed and now be as worse as one can imagine.
Did you ever lose faith in your words? In your ability to write? What did you do? Do you have some advice for me? What can i do?

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Sa

22

Aug

2015

Absence

I'm going to be offline for a little more than a week. So no new postings until september... Hopefully this will mean no distraction, no procrastination and only lots and lots of writing.


Wish you all some successful days :)

 

See you in september!

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Di

18

Aug

2015

Writing Schedule

I talked about it before and now, as the new season is approaching, it's time to realise it: My writing schedule.
There will be a match report for the Fohlenelf every monday, when they play on the weekend. For CL and the Cup matches, i will try to publish the reports on the day after the game.
Thursday will still be the day for the Weekly Gloomy. And Tuesday will be the day to write about my finds (Fundstücke) or to publish some fragments of my work. Maybe i'm going to do a monthly review of my work and what happened during this last month.
The News will come when something noteworthy happens: more sales, reviews or new projects.

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Do

13

Aug

2015

Kindred spirits

Meeting someone of the same mind is always something mind-blowing. You start talking and suddenly realise that you have some similar ideas, that you can relate to the others thoughts and hopes and fears and wishes. You start to fuse some ideas together, maybe make plans for a new project or just share some of your work. To know you are not alone on your journey, makes some of your tasks easier.
For me this occasion is very rare. I'm not sure whether there are not many writers in my area or i'm too shy to seek them out.
When was the last time you met someone like this? How did you meet?

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Do

06

Aug

2015

The Dragons still fly...

At the moment i find it hard to concentrate on my current Work in Progress... Part 4 of my story about Lana and the blue phoenix is long due, but all the new ideas and plot bunnies i have, are for different stories.
So what am i supposed to do? Abandon the current story to work on the new ideas? Stick to the plan? Work on everything simultaneously? What do you do in this case? What is your master plan for to many different ideas, but not one for the story you need to write?

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Di

07

Jul

2015

But not tonight - Depeche Mode in Berlin

Fast sah es ja so aus, als würde das Wetter halten. Sonne in Berlin den ganzen Nachmittag. Leider zog dann doch eine dicke, schwere Regenwolke über das Olympiastadion und begann noch vor der Band mit ihrer Show. Der Stimmung tat das aber keinen Abbruch, die La-Ola-Wellen zogen munter ihre Kreise und schon beim Trailer wurde so laut gejubelt, als hätte Depeche Mode selbst die Bühne schon betreten.

Mit den neuen Liedern kann ich noch nicht so viel anfangen, umso lauter habe ich dann die Klassiker mitgesungen :D

Der Moment des Abends? Martin Gore singt "But not tonight"..."Oh god it's raining, but i'm not complaining"... sang er da, im Regen stehend und glücklich lächelnd, als er den verdienten Applaus dafür bekam...

Zu diesem Zeitpunkt war ich, trotz Regenjacke, schon völlig naß, aber trotzdem glücklich. :D

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Mi

20

Mai

2015

A to Z Challenge Reflection (Part 2)

Well it’s been a while since I last wrote… after April I took the time to relax and read and think about the writing process in general. It was a busy month and I needed to refill my energy. I also realized that I should establish a kind of writing/blogging schedule. I was loosely blogging every Thursday for the weekly gloomy, but also got the chance for a “Random Thought Thursday" RTT roundup… And there are the match reports for Gladbach to write… By the way… we will play in the Champions League next season!!!


I still need to sign up for the A to Z challenge Road Trip… it’s done now :) I’m looking forward to all the great articles and themes and recipes and stories and pictures… The topics are so widely spread, is there even something that wasn’t covered during last month’ challenge?

Also I need to say a big and hearty “Thank You!” to those who organized the challenge.

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Mi

06

Mai

2015

2015 A to Z Blogging Challenge Reflection (Part 1)

April is over, that means it's time to reflect on the A to Z Challenge...

It was my first year of participating and i survived!Though it got harder, the closer it came to an end. The letters X and Y were the most difficult posts.

I did not write my posts in advance. I had a list of words for the first days, when i began on April the 1st, but nothing more. Sometimes it was easy to get the words out, sometimes it was like pulling on a particular resisting root.

Most of the posts were rather short, not more than 300 words. The longest post was for U and the Umbrella.

What i learned during this month:
- Sometimes it's hard to get your thoughts on paper in a foreign language
- it is better (for me) to have a theme and a full list for the whole month with at least the words/things i want to write about
- i can write everyday when my mind is set on it
- it was fun to vist other blogs and read their posts, but i did not get to read half as much as i wanted to

Will i be back for another try next year? Yes, i think i will be there. What about you? What did you learn this month? What was your favourite post you wrote yourself or read on another blog?

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Do

30

Apr

2015

Z is for Zeal

Does inspiration come from Zeal or are you zealous because of inspiration? I think you need both.

Z is also for Ziel (goal)… because today is the Last Day of the A to Z Challenge 2015. :D And I’m still there. I may did not write every day about inspiring things, but I did write every day except the Sundays.

Z is also for Zimtschnecke (Cinnamon Roll), which is a mouth watering snack and great for eating while writing.

And Z is for Zauber (magic)… the Zauber of writing, of fantasy, of all the little ideas in your mind. The Zauber of a finished first draft.

 

And in the end Z is for The End :)

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Mi

29

Apr

2015

Y is for Years of Yesterday...

Or maybe only Yes?  When you look back, your life is filled with years of yesterdays, with roads you did travel or not, chances you took or not, possibilities you realized or not. You can not change it, but you can look at it and see the way that led you to the place where you are now. Looking back makes me realize how many turns I took on my road and that my goal is still hidden somewhere out there. But Yes, I will still follow the path beneath my feet.

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Di

28

Apr

2015

X is for the white spots of your story

X. Yes, I know, that’s not a word. But honestly, I couldn’t think about one word with X, except mybe xmas, that would inspire me to write. So I write about all the X’es in my story and maybe yours.


X is something unknown in your story. This could be a character’s name, a quest, a place, a riddle, a part of your plot.

I am one of those writers who don’t know the whole story when they start writing. I don’t plot much, though I want to try it out more. I have an idea or two or three and then I jump from one X to the next. I like to discover new things about my characters and plot while I write. Sometimes the villain becomes a friend or reverse. Sometimes big problems get solved sooner than expected.


When you start writing, your story is like a map of an almost complete unknown world with lots of white areas. The longer you write and the more you learn about your story, the more these white spots vanish until, at last, at the end of your 4th or 5th revision, they are almost all gone.


I believe i can never know everything about my stories and the worlds where they take place. There need to be some things left to wonder about or to imagine for yourself or the reader. But that is only my opinion.


I like stories (movies and books alike) where not everything is solved at the end and one can speculate and let imagination run wild about what may happened and why.

 

Only two more days! I will do it :)

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Mo

27

Apr

2015

W is for Window

I started to write this post, thinking about wonders. A writer can’t do without wonder. Wonders to be found and things to wonder about. I write to come closer to the little wonders of this world and to word my wonderings.

But then my special someone asked me “Did you finish your post about windows?” Windows? Well, no. Why windows? “But you always look out your window while writing. You love to sit there and look at the world outside. For me it was clear you would write about windows.”

He knows me so well. And I didn’t even think about windows for W. I had Wanderlust on my list, but not windows. But windows, yes, they inspire me. I have my desk in front of my window. And every time I had my own desk, I always tried to have it looking out of a window. I like to think about our flat as “the tower room”, because we live on the 8th floor and there are not many buildings in our city, that are higher as that. Looking out and somehow down on the city, gives me a new perspective for writing. It makes me able to observe things and write about it from a distance.

Do you have a special window for writing? Or a view you favour?

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Sa

25

Apr

2015

V is for Vanishing

The concept of vanishing characters seems to be anchored somewhere deep inside me. In most of my short stories someone or something is vanishing without ever been seen again. I don’t write this with purpose, suddenly the idea is just there in my mind and some moments later in ink on paper. And it’s not death my characters meet on the other side, or where ever they go to. They just leave this world and … pop up in another one. There are many worlds hidden in our world and trough writing I can visit at least some of them.

If you could vanish for a while, would you do it? And which place would you secretly visit?

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Fr

24

Apr

2015

U is for Umbrella

Unexpected things can happen under Umbrellas


Umbrella. I love the sound of this word. And I love the german equivalent “Regenschirm” as well. Whoever invented the Umbrella, owns my gratitude. Umbrellas are great. And so romantic.


Don’t get me wrong, I love rain. And I don’t mind walking through without an Umbrella. But when I have one with me, I could spend hours just standing there and listening to the sounds of the raindrops.

One of my favourite scenes from Totoro is when they all stand at the bus stop and Totoro jumps to let the drops fall even harder. Satsuki gave him her second umbrella.

You don’t think Umbrellas are romantic? Have you read the Anne of… series? She has this romantic notion of her prince charming and when she meets Roy Gardner he rescues her from the rain, offering his umbrella to her. It swept Anne off her feet. Though in the end, we all know, she got the man she belonged to, Gilbert Blythe.

There is also a Manga-story by Arina Tanemura “Romance Heroine in the Rainy Afternoon”, published in the story collection “Squib Feeling Blue”, where a girl prays for rain every day, so her crush will take her under his umbrella.

And one of my favourite Sailor Moon episode is the one, where Bunny (Usagi) meets Yusuke Amade. She is walking through the city alone, with a huge Umbrella and looks as beautiful and grown up as she should always be seen by the others, but never is.

 

Only 5 more letters. I have words for V, W and maybe Z. But Y and X? These will be the hardest ones… What about you? What will you write about on the last A to Z Challenge days?

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Do

23

Apr

2015

T is for Tibor

Tibor is our cat. We got him from the animal shelter last November and he will turn one year soon. He is almost all black. But with his small white spot he reminds me somehow on a priest, connected to the mafia one only knows from the great movie “The Godfather”.

He is full of mischief and energy-loaded from toe to ear. He loves water-bottles, paper-rolls, high places and sometimes even to cuddle.

It’s not easy to write with him sleeping on or between my arms/hands, but the sound he makes while purring is very comforting.

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Mi

22

Apr

2015

S is for Special Someone

Someone surely is special to me


Some of my favourite things or words starting with “S” are: Schokolade (chocolate), Schokoladennkuchen (chocolatecake), Sonnenblume (sunflower), Schnatterinchen, Stulle, Schatten (shadow), Sterne (stars), Stift (pen), Sessel (armchair) or Sorrow (I love the sound of this one).


But the word with “S” I love the most, is the name of my special someone. He is one of the kindest persons I know. He is taller than me, but not so tall, that kissing him would cause a stiff neck. He’s a fan of the “wrong Borussia” or the “Hummel-Elf”. He’s a reader. A gamer. He wakes me up with a kiss every morning. He stays up late, waiting for me to come home from work. He bears my moods. He listens to the Traumzauberbaum with me and I like all his playlists. He gives me time to write. He inspires me by making suggestions. He is all this and so much more to me. He makes me feel loved. All in all he makes me so happy and I can only hope to make him as happy in return.


It is not that I write only for him. I think he hasn’t even read all my stories. But somehow I want to be a better writer for him. That’s something I can’t explain very well. It’s a feeling of gratefulness and contempt and giving something back in the best way I can.


I believe we all need a special someone in our life. This could be a spouse, a friend, a child, a family member … Just someone we can always turn to, when the world shows her ugly side to us. Someone who believes in us, no matter what happens. Someone to bring out the better person in us.

Maybe these persons don’t even know what they mean to us. That’s why I’d like to call today the “Special Someone Appreciation Day”. Go out say thank you to the Special Someone in your life. Give them a small present, a smile, a hug, a kiss. Something to let them feel loved.

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Di

21

Apr

2015

R is for Rain

Rainy days are my most favourite for writing. The sound of raindrops on my window or on the leaves outside is calming and helps me to concentrate better. On the other hand it also takes me to faraway places, buried deep inside my imagination.

There are many kinds of rain. The fine drizzle if November, the soft drops of spring or something we call the “Nordfriesischer Starkregen”… What kind do you like best?

Fortunately they are some “apps” that let me listen to the rain even when it’s not really raining outside…

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Mo

20

Apr

2015

Q is for Qwertz/Qwerty

Look close on your keyboard. Which one of these can you see? In most cases this will be an indicator of where you live. Yes, it’s not really a word, but it could be. Qwertz sounds like the name for a dwarf. Or the noise of an old plank under your feet.


I never realized there could be different layouts for keyboards until I went to Japan for one year for my studies. Narrow minded, don’t you think? Well I did wonder how to squeeze all the Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji on one keyboard, but I never thought one could misplace the letters so easily. ;-)


There are so many nice words starting with “Q” like Quasselstrippe, Question, Quark, Quatsch, Quiet, … how am I to choose one among them?


But for the inspirational part I take “Quartett” and dare you to listen to Schuberts String Quartet No 14 D minor , better known as Death and the Maiden , played by the Alban Berg Quartet. It is by far my most favourite version.

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Sa

18

Apr

2015

P is for Pampelmuse

Pampelmuse, Pampelmuse please make me write better…


Pampelmuse. You’ve never heard this name before? Maybe you know it under the name of pomelo or grape fruit. But I like the name Pampelmuse so much more. Pampel-Muse a muse that hmh…pampels? I like to think there is a little fairy living in each Pampelmuse and we eat it, we can taste a hint of their magic. (Don’t be alarmed, the fairies always get a new Pampelmuse, they don’t die.) Pampelmuse sounds of so much more then grape fruit does. Why do some things have more than one name? And which would you prefer?


When I was a child I did not love Pampelmuses as well as I do now. Fruits sometimes were rare and I got Pampelmuses for my kindergarten lunch more often than I would have chosen. But when I started to write my novel about Lana and the blue phoenix, there came a day when I didn’t know what to include in a test of magic. And the Pampelmuse did come in handy. It was some when in November during the NaNoWriMo and I try to celebrate this day since then as the Day of the Pampelmuse :)


Maybe, what I like so much about the word Pampelmuse is the possibility of a hidden meaning behind it. There are others like Osterglocke for a daffodil or Tulpenbaum for the magnolia.

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Fr

17

Apr

2015

O is for Oddities

Odd things can be found everywhere. Sometimes you have to look really close to see them and sometimes they jump right into your eye… I love colourful things and things that are black or white. I love things that glitter and sparkle. And I have a box filled with all the small curiosities that I found by now. There are old keys in strange shapes, coloured feathers, broken glass pieces, sticks that look like animals, slowly fading notes, old postcards, pins and stamps with rare images. I love odd things, but I also love to hear odd stories. Strange events that happened, which leave one wondering how and why, while chuckling softly. Just this week there was this English reporter coming to a german press conference. Usually this would be no problem at all, but the conference this time was only held in german (it was covering a problem only import in germany, or so they thought… yes, it was about football…) and he didn’t speak german… He still managed to live report from the scene, including the most important facts and did this in a way people began to talk about it. He did not really do his job well. He did his job in an odd and amusing way and people liked him for this. ( I’m sure you can find his story by searching the internet, it is odd and funny and made many people laugh.)


Odd things stimulate my fantasy.  Why did something happen the way it did? Why do some things not fit into the norm, even though they are so beautiful?


Is there something you find especially odd?

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Do

16

Apr

2015

N is for Night

Nights naturally nourish nonsense.


Nights. Ah, nights. Nights are so wonderful. Filled with stars and sleep and dreams and the oddest ideas. Nights bring darkness and calm. They bring the fairies out to dance and the silver moon to shine. I spent so many nights reading when I was younger; I wonder how I could do without all the sleep. I like working at the darker hours of the day. Coming home at night, driving through a city that seems to be deserted, gives me a surreal feeling, one that makes me find inspiration in shadows and leafs.


As much as I love to watch the clouds at day, I love to gaze at the stars at night or the small clouds hiding the moon even a little more. At night everything is in the shadows. All differences are masked, the sounds seem muted and the fears seem to fade in sight of the stars.


Maybe you are familiar with the work of Walter Moers? He’s a german author, who translated the books of Hildegunst von Mythenmetz (Optimus Yarnspinner), a lindworm and author too. He wrote about the “Orm” and the alphabet of stars and I think at night the chances for me are higher to find my way to the Orm. (For more information about this, please read “The City of Dreaming books”)

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Mi

15

Apr

2015

M is for Memories

Memories magically motivate.


Memories come to my mind sometimes very unexpected.


This morning while eating cake and drinking coffee with my love, I was suddenly reminded on a quiz I took in 3rd grade where I copied the answer to one question from another girl. This memory came to me, because we were looking at very old school material from me, math and german from 1st grade. My writing still is as unreadable as at this time, but my drawing skills got better, but only slightly. It’s nice to have things like photos, drawings, tickets or stuffed animals to remind you of long forgotten things. At times though it’s not a “thing” that brings back memories but a sound, melody or certain scent.

One of my fondest childhood memories is my granddad telling stories of his life to my cousin, my brother and me. He’s now 87 years old and I still love to listen to him. He knows so much and has experienced so many things, I’m grateful that he’s still able to share all this with us. He even wrote down all these “good night stories” and filled 4 or 5 books by now. His memories will still be here with us, when one day he won’t be anymore.


I wonder how memory works. Why can we remember some things so clear and others only as a feeling? Why do they sometimes come back at such unexpected times?


What is your fondest childhood memory? Do you have a box somewhere filled with all the small memorabilia from the past?

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Di

14

Apr

2015

L is for Lilac

Lilac loves lingering lullabies


Lilac speaks to all my senses. I love to see, touch and smell it and I love to listen to the wind blowing through it and all the small insects flying around it.

Lilac makes me kind of transform into a bee or a butterfly flying around it’s beautiful blossoms and inhaling the delicate fragrance.


One day I want to write a romantic novel based on Lilac. But romance is so far away from my usual genre (fantasy-sci-fi-magical-realism), that I will have to practice a lot more to write it before I can start.


I love it when you go through the city and everywhere you can smell the sweet scent of Lilac. Could it only grow in front of my writing window… But the tower room is to high. It’s not to high though for butterflies to come to the flowers on our balcony. Just last month, for the first time in my life, I saw a hummingbird  hawk-moth, an amazing creature.


Is there a scent that you could float in? Maybe something that always reminds you of your childhood? Or something you want to include into your writing? Let me know :)

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Mo

13

Apr

2015

K is for Kaja

This post is dedicated to Julia. Thank you for suggesting this topic!



(...)


Kaja went without further hesitation into the direction from which she heard the rumble. In her ears it had not sounded dangerous or aggressive, but somehow inviting to come closer. She went up the stairs of one of the many towers almost all the way to the top and stepped out on a small balcony.

Directly in front of her, perhaps thirty yards away, was a dragon on one of the many other platforms. He had turned his back on her and seemed to pay attention to the door that led to his landing site.

Was he tall or short? Kaja could not tell. She had no means of comparison. This was the first dragon that she saw with her own eyes. Compared with the boy, who was standing next to him, he appeared to be huge.

The emotions Kaja felt at the sight of the dragon could only be described as pure joy. She felt connected to the dragon, kind of meeting an old friend again after many years.

She wanted to look at it a lot more closely, but suddenly the dragon turned to her. Kaja had not made a sound, tried to breathe as quietly as possible, but he seemed to have sensed her presence. He looked directly at her for a second and she was about to say something when the dragon's attention turned to the old man, who had just come to the platform.

She turned around immediately and run down the stairs and all the way back to her quarters. Only then she calmed down slowly. The two robes, which were ready for her on the bed, brought her back to reality abruptly. At this point she had not yet decided which of them should be her scholarly cowl and hoped that she would make the right decision.


(...)

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Sa

11

Apr

2015

J is for Japan

Japan jubilantly brings inspiration.


Japan always held great fascination for me. It all started with Sailor Moon many years ago. I read all books I could get my hands on about Japans culture, history, school system and lots of traveler guides. Don’t ask me what it was, that captured my mind and heart. The distance to my home maybe; the closeness of modern architecture and historical places; the religion of Shintoism; manga and anime for sure; all was and still is part of it.


It was always my dream to live there for a while, and though it was only a year, it came true. I was studying at SaiDai for one year and had the chance to experience a small part of Life in Japan. This year still hounds me, not in a bad way. I keep dreaming in Japanese, trying to stay in touch with friends made during this year and hoping to go back there again.

The story about the dragons I was talking about in the D is for Dragons post, came to me, when I was sitting in my room of the International House at Saitama University. It did help a lot, that I could watch Mt. Fuji from the balcony in clear weather.


I believe that places or things your heart longs for, keep to inspiring you all your life. The dreams you have, bring ideas to you that make you able to reach out to the stars.


Is there a place you are longing for? Something your heart desires that keeps you trying your best each day?

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Fr

10

Apr

2015

I is for Imagination

Imagination involves believing the impossible.

 

I had to start wearing glasses some years ago. My eyesight isn’t so bad, sometimes when I go out without the glasses, it takes me a while to recognize. The first time I realized I may need them was when I was sitting in the front row of my Japanese class and still couldn’t read the characters. My first thought was, obviously you can’t read them, because you don’t know them. But I was wrong.

Now, why am I telling you this? Because my inspiration comes from the things I see or imagine to see. And sometimes I see very strange things. There was, once some years ago, on the way to university an old house with an even older letterbox in front of it. And every morning I passed by this house, a spectacular white cat was sitting on this box. At least I always thought it was a cat. I never looked at it directly, though I wanted to, but I always forgot it, and only saw the white spot from the corner of my eye.

 

There never was a cat, but I can still see it right in front of me. At night it gets even worse. Leaves moved by the wind turn into dwarfs or brains with hats. Old garbage bags turn into lions and shadows on trees turn into old women. I was scared the first time I saw her, because I thought she was walking into me. That was a time when my imagination run riot.  And there are of course all the faces one can see while looking at trees, clouds, houses or let’s say stationery. To my astonishment I see these things no matter if I wear glasses or not. But there seem to be more strange things without them on my nose. And they bring such wonderful stories to my mind; of cats that bring light into the world, or brains that take over the world, or Mr. Ew, who went and left this world through a hole in the wall of his living room.

 

Did you sometimes see things that did not exist? What did you do about it?

 

PS: I will be Blog- hopping tomorrow, trying to visit as many A to Z Challenge Blogs as possible. I already read so many great posts, I know it will be fun :D

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Do

09

Apr

2015

H is for Home

Home holds my heart in its hands.


Home. Not a spectacular place, but a safe refuge to come back to, when the world tires you out. They say that Home is where the heart is. For me this means my home is at two places :) Home is where my parents live, because that’s the place where I grew up and spend the first 20 years of my life. My roots are firmly fixed in the soil of our garden. I still have my own bed of flowers there and have so many memories about this place. But Home is also where I live now, where I started to build a home for myself and my love. I always wanted a home with a comfortable wing chair in front of a huge bookshelf and it came true. I have my own desk now, instead of writing on my bed or the floor I now can write with a view over the city and lots of green. It’s a magical place build with love and books and hairs from the cat… I love to go out on adventures and make new experiences, but to come Home to a place filled with our dreams and hopes, the laughter of my loved ones and the new memories that are starting to grow, beats it all.

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Mi

08

Apr

2015

G is for Green

Green gallantly gives goosebumps.


I started to write this post just this morning after breakfast.  - Green is one of my favourite colours. There are so many different tones of green, all giving me a different feeling. There’s the light green of spring, bringing the promise of flowers and life. Green makes me feel alive but also makes me calm. Could you imagine a forest in a different colour? Blue leaves maybe? Or meadows in shades of violet? It’s part of my name, it’s one of the colours of Borussia Mönchengladbach. – But then I decided to finish it after work. That’s why my Green today wears the colours of sorrow. It’s Cup day in germany and Gladbach was playing tonight. When I finished work at 8.45pm the match was drawn 1:1. So extra time had to be played. Still 1:1. We lost the penalty shoot-out 4:5. I could watch it only through my fingers... Blown away, the only chance for a title this season. Tonight Green makes me sad, tomorrow it will be a happier colour again.

 

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Di

07

Apr

2015

F is for Fire

Fire flows friendly, forever following flying fantasies.

 

Fire has a huge hypnotizing potential. No matter how small or big it is, be it only the little flame of a candle or a huge bonfire, I often find myself just starring into it until the world around me vanishes into blackness. Fire whispers stories in my ears from ancient times, when blue flames were firmly believed to be the sign of death. Fire brings back memories of all the unsung camp songs, the untold ghost stories and the unexperienced adventures; things I read about, things of which I’ve forgotten that I once knew them. Fire brings people together, in the good and in the bad way. Fire has all the colours, Fire has sparks. Fire makes me sad sometimes and brings my imagination to overflow.

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Mo

06

Apr

2015

E is for Elves

Elves exist everywhere.


I’m sure you all have seen some places, where you could have touched magic, if you just had stayed a little longer. Maybe a small clearing, deep in the forest. Maybe next to a small brook. If you could have waited there till sunset, motionless, quiet, without breathing, you would have seen them, the Elves.

One of my short stories is about the Elf of winter. She was a normal human but loved the winter so much, that she was turned into the Elf of winter. She has many calendars to look up when and where the winter starts and then sets out to visit this place and dance. All Elves have special dances to bring spring or rain or let something grow. The winter elf brings cold, ice and snow. Usually she is dancing alone, but one night she danced with the Elf of January-Winds and one of the hardest and longest winters followed. The old summer elf is one of her best friends and the year they danced a part of the summer dance together, brought so special fruits and weather, it was remembered for many years as the white summer year.

The winter elf is waiting for someone who is brave enough to come to her and to listen to all the stories she has to tell. So maybe, next winter, when you’re in need of a good story, go out and try to find her.  

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Sa

04

Apr

2015

D is for Dragons

Dragons dream dangerously during December.


I firmly believe that dragons not only once existed, but do still exist in our world. We only can’t see them at every place and time. There are small dragons that fly above the meadows like butterflies. Bigger ones that bring light to the street lamps at night, and really big ones that maybe look like clouds on the sky.


One of the first stories I started to write was one about dragons. I still have it in my drawer and will finish it one day. I always look at the sky to see if the dragons still fly. As soon as I’ll notice they are starting to fade, I will write again to keep them alive.
Dragons for me are no dangerous or cruel creatures, but powerful and magical ones. I mean they can fly, they’re able to spit fire and of course they can read your mind.
The dragons i see maybe don’t look like the ones you know from movies or fairy tales, but surely, when you look closely, you can watch them at dusk.
(Short update: It’s half time and Borussia is 3:1 versus Hoffenheim.)

I still need something for "K" :) Please let me know your suggestions.


Happy Writing!

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Fr

03

Apr

2015

C is for Cinema

C is for chocolate, coffee, cookies, cats, clouds and cinema


Crunching chocolate cookies with coffee on the couch while cuddling the cat and watching the clouds.


There are so many great and inspiring things starting with "C", i couldn't decide for a long time which one to choose.

I could spend hours at my desk watching the clouds pass by my window. All the things you can see in them; animals, faces, little stories. And all the different kinds of clouds; storm clouds, rain clouds, clouds heavy with snow, cirrocumulus, clouds hiding the moon. My story about the blue phoenix was inspired by beautiful clouds.

Chocolate and cookies together with coffee unfortunately are my favourite nourishments for writing. It's not really a case of inspiration, but of feeling comfortable while writing.

My cat is a great source of inspiration. He is full of mischief and sometimes makes me laugh so hard.

The greatest inspiration for me though, is the cinema. I work part time at a cinema, and there i have many prospects to observe all the different kinds of people and their way of communication. It helps me a lot creating my characters.


Do you go somewhere to observe people? What's your secret of creating conclusive characters?


I’m still looking for something inspiring with “K”… Let me know your suggestions :)

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Do

02

Apr

2015

B is for Borussia

Borussia brings back brilliant ball-sport-memories.


Borussia. There are many Borussias, but only ONE, that really counts. Maybe for those who don't know Borussia i need to explain further. Saying Borussia means talking about Borussia Mönchengladbach, the best, greatest and most sympathetic football team! :) Currently we reside on rang 3 in the Bundesliga, having just defeated the Bayern at their home with 0:2. It was a glorious evening. On my blog there is a part about the Fohlenelf, with match reports. Sometimes very short, sometimes humorous, but always full of love and never impartial :)

Seeing the players give their best in every match is nice to watch and very inspiring. It urges me to try my best at everything i do. There can't always be success, but in always trying to write up to your expectations, chances are high, that you will produce something worthwhile.

Of course victories feel better than defeats, but sometimes even these inspire my words. Words of anger, words of sadness or dreams of hope for better times.

Do you have a favourite sports team? Are you kids playing in a team? Go out and watch a match