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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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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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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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 of the team you support. Study the faces of the players and even more look at the fans around you. Look at their emotions and try to put them in words. Describe the differences between winner and loser fans. Write about the depth of atmosphere and all the small things you notice no one seems to care about.


Happy Writing :)

 

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Mi

01

Apr

2015

A is for Apples

Apples are always an aromatic adventure.

 

Does this make sense? I'm not sure, but i think you get what i’m talking about. A is for Apples and that's my first post for the A to Z Challenge.

Apples always had great influence in history of men. Just think about the apple of Eve and Adam, or Newton and the gravity. Even in fairy tales like snow white apples are most important.

For me apples are delicious fruits that brighten my mood and make a great snack for writing and studying. I'm not sure whether i wrote about apples in one of my stories or not. Maybe i mentioned them as a snack somewhere.

Note to self: Write a story with more apples!

Apples are inspiring for me because they come in so various kinds and characteristics. They can be sweet or tear-provoking sour, have a colour rank from green over yellow, to orange, red and even pink, they have a nice shape and i love their smell. Something then just happens in my brain, making me want to write.

Do you have a similar inspiration? Maybe you want to try out apples for yourself? (As long as you are not allergic to apples!) Go to the nearest place where you can see, touch and smell apples. I would recommend plucking some apples, but unfortunately it's not yet this time of the year. You could go out and see the blossoms of apple trees and inhale their fragrance, though.

Buy some different apples. Taste them. Try to find the differences in aroma and put it down in words. Write a poem about it. Share it with me, if you want. :)

 

Happy Writing!

6 Kommentare

Mo

23

Mär

2015

A to Z Challenge Theme Reveal

March is almost over, that means April and the A to Z Challenge are close by. Time to reveal my Theme for the challenge.

*drum roll*

Taaadaaaaaaaa

In april i will write about things that inspire me to write. :D i already have a list full of strange and colourful things. So be prepared to read about dragons, chocolate, elves, fohlen and more.

 

It's my first year in this challenge, so i thought about something fun and hopefully easy to write about almost every day of the month :)

 

What do you think about the theme?

 

And what's yours?

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Sa

14

Mär

2015

Short Update

Hello Reader :)

I hope you feel fine and healthy. Sorry for my late updating, but next to the preparations for my last exam, i'm down with flu and was sleeping for most of the last days. I will start to post again next week, the missing parts from february and the free short story will come as well.

Have a nice Weekend and see you soon

:)

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Do

05

Mär

2015

The Chocolate Paradise (11)

I had a day off this week, and as a late birthday present we went to felicitas, the chocolate heaven close to my home. They sell various kinds of chocolate and pralines, and also allow you to create your own piece of chocolate. Of course i couldn't let this opportunity slip and spend half an hour in their workshop decorating a sheet of dark chocolate for my mum. The picture i drew with white chocolate, was one i already drew as a kid. Except for being in chocolate, it looked almost exactly the same as 25 years ago... (one of the many reasons why at school i chose music instead of art)

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Do

26

Feb

2015

This month - next month (10)

Dear Reader :)

February was filled with lots and lots of studying about soil. And it is not over yet. The exam will be in march, that's why my posts are coming so infrequently.
Working on "Blaues Licht" and all other stories was put to a halt. I cannot really concentrate on writing in the moment but hopefully i will be back on track at the end of march.
Tibor is still full of mischief.

In march i will:


- think about a theme for the A - Z Challenge.
- Update the Fohlenelf-part of my blog
- study more
- enjoy the coming spring
- hopefully blog about the tree of dreams
- visit the chocolate paradise
- and make a very late start for the #Marwritingchallenge.

See you next month!

Look out for the free story in march :)

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Sa

21

Feb

2015

A to Z challenge (9)

Recently i read an article from another #writingchallenge member about writing challenges of all kind. Of course the monthly writing challenge was mentioned, but there were some others that sound like much fun and i think i will try to join them. So, today i signed up for the A to Z Challenge in april. That means i will have to write a short article on my blog each day, beginning the text with an A on the first day and with a Z on the last...

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Do

19

Feb

2015

Soil (8)

Dear Reader :)


So nice of you to come for a visit. I'm sorry my place is a little dirty, but i'm studying everything there is to know about soil, so some sand needs to be around me. Tell me, what do you know about soil? Of course, it is this thing you are standing on with your feet. Maybe you even grow some herbs or vegetables on it. But do you know whats inside? How did soil come into existence? And why it need to be protected?
In short soil is a mixture of minerals and organic matter. It's texture is determined by the relative proportions of sand, silt and clay. Looking at the different layers of soil makes it possible to categorise the different kind of soils that exist. (There are different ways to categorise soil in Europe and the USA.)
Unfortunately i'm not proficient enough to explain in english everything i've learned so far about soil. But maybe i made you curious a little bit? My exam will be in german, and soon. That's why my posts until Exam-Day will be a bit shorter than usual.


Hope to meet you again soon :)

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Do

12

Feb

2015

4 years with Lucien...  (7)

Time moves fast. This saturday it's already the 4th anniversary of Lucien Favre coming to Borussia Mönchengladbach. He came at Valentine's Day 2011 and till now it really is a love story. I'm to young to have witnessed the glorious time in the seventies. Sure, there was the win of the DFB Pokal in 1995, still under Bernd Krauss. Our last title. 20 years ago. But for me, still, the last 4 years with Favre as manager have been the best and i hope it will stay like this for some more years.

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Do

05

Feb

2015

Introducing Tibor (6)

Some weeks ago my family got a new member. He's not even one year old, almost all black and full of mischief.

Tibor is our lovely new cat, who loves to wake early in the morning, even before the alarm starts. He enjoys sleeping on my notes and books, and occasionally likes to type something on my notebook.
He also has a thing for water and glasses. And Water in glasses or bottles. I'm not sure what it is, but it makes him sleepy and calm.


From time to time i will post pictures of him instead of Gloomy.  And i blame all future typing errors on him.

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Do

29

Jan

2015

This month, next month (5)

Dearest Reader,


February is close, so let's have a look into next month and also learn some things about january...


- I sold 12 books this month so far. It was more in november/december, when i was among neobooks top 100 Indie-Bestseller-List.


- Part 4 of the Blue Phoenix Novel is coming forth slowly.


- I managed to catch some new ideas. Don't ask me how or where. I don't know. But they are here, written down in one of my many lovely notebooks.


- I'm trying to adjust this site a little. Please bear with me, until I'm finished.



Things coming up in february


-> a new free short story
-> Introduction of Tibor
-> Lots of Soil
-> Start of the second part of the Bundesliga

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Do

15

Jan

2015

Plans for 2015 (3)

Dear Reader,


I've already asked you about your resolutions for this year. But what about mine? There are some things that I have to do this year. Things I MUST do. There is no way around it.
But this has nothing to do with writing. At least no storytelling.
Related to writing, there are also things I'd like to do this year. Finishing the Blue Phoenix, drafting the Tower Room and the rainy fairy. And editing some stuff.
So. Do I need a plan? Daily or weekly goals? What helps you to get through with your plans and resolutions? What is the best advice you could give me?

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Do

08

Jan

2015

Looking back to 2014 - Movies (2)

2014 was the year that i've seen most movies at the cinema so far. The year started with Walter Mitty and ended with Paddington. In between i watched movies like Maleficent, The Edge of Tomorrow, Godzilla, The Magic House, Pettersson & Findus, A Million Ways to Die in the West, Captain Phillips, War of the Worlds: Goliath, If I stay, A walk among the Tombstones, Gravity and of course Interstellar, which was one of the most impressive movies ever. There were many good movies among them and i liked all the childrens movies, but my 2014 favourite is still Walter Mitty. Those amazing pictures and all these small details :)


What was your favourite movie last year? And to which movie are you looking forward in 2015?

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Do

02

Okt

2014

The Goodnight-Train (30)

Did you ever wonder where the Sandman gets his everlasting, never-ending supply of sand? Well, I guess I found part of his secret.

You know, where I live, it’s very close to the railways. You can listen to trains coming and going all day long and in the night too. There is one special train though, that doesn’t come at the same time every day. No, it depends on when I go to sleep. It’s not a small or quiet train, it’s a big one, and very loud. And no matter what time it is, when I go to bed and open my window, it’s there, making its noise.

I started to call this train the Goodnight-Train a good while ago. But just recently I thought about it more. Do you know how big a normal transport-wagon is? Unfortunately I don’t. So let’s just suppose it’s very big. So now, what do you think, how many of these wagons would the Sandman need, to put just one grain of sand into the eyes of every child to get it to Dreamland safely? (By the way, I’m sure you wondered how Santa Claus gets his presents to every child on earth in just one night. Somehow, I’m sure he learned the trick from the Sandman, who does this every night…)


Please insert complicated mathematic formula *here*.


I tried to count the wagons, just by their sounds, and surprisingly a number around 42 turned up. Now we could of course assume that sand is delivered to the Sandman by huge trains in every country. Still this leaves some questions open. Where does the sand come from? How does it get into the Sandman’s bag? Is it possible to recycle the sand? How old is the Sandman now and how did he get this job? And why is this train always coming, when I want to sleep?

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Sa

27

Sep

2014

A boring plot? (29)

Hey September Writers :) I have a strange problem and maybe one of you can help me to solve it. There is this plot-idea i'm carrying with me for some years now. Now and then i get back to it, think about the characters and places, but never wrote something down. It's romance and that's as far away from my usual genre as one can get. In the last weeks now i experienced this: Whenever i started to think about this idea, i fall asleep. Be it in the train, at home or wherever. Just the first sentence makes me unbelievably tired. It's great, i have no problem anymore falling into my dreams at night. But it's weird. And what does it mean? Is it time to write it down? Or is the plot so boring, that i should never try to write it? What do you think? What should i do?

2 Kommentare

Mo

15

Sep

2014

The secret life of squirrels... (28)

If i could be someone or something else than myself for one day, though of course i'd love to be a cat or a tree, at the moment i'd like to be a squirrel. Not because they are sweet and fluffy, nor because i love nuts and berries, but because squirrels can do, what only spiderman can do: climb up walls to the rooftop of a house. Sure they are great climbers on trees and excellent jumpers, too and nice to look at.

But what i do like most about them, is their Ninja-like ability to just climb to my balcony, and lay there to bath in the sun or check  my roses... and i live on the 8th floor.
i'm sure there is a secret alliance of squirrels that are trying to spy on humans, thinking about how to get the power to rule the world. Just imagine how they meet in the middle of the night, all wearing black. That would at least explain all the tiny noises and footsteps i sometimes hear at night,when i can't sleep...

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Mo

08

Sep

2014

Gloomys poem No. 2 (27)

 Do you believe

Do you believe you are living because the wind is blowing?
Or does the wind blow, because of an angels beat of wings?
Do you believe in what time is?
Or is time for you just a word?


Do you believe it is raining because the gods are playing in their bath-tubs?
Or because the sky is crying for its lost innocence?
Do you believe, you are sleeping so you can dream?
Or are you dreaming to catch on to your missed lifetime?


Is the bumble-bee flying, because she doesn't know she’s not able to fly?
Or is she flying to proof that everything is possible?

3 Kommentare

Mo

01

Sep

2014

#SeptWritingChallenge (26)

A new month, a new hashtag... for taking part in this septembers Writing Challenge, please use #SeptWritingChallenge on Twitter...


i had one week of vacation filled with stars, beach, mushrooms and lots of laziness but now i'm back editing "Blauer Zirkel", the 3rd part of my fantasy novel :)

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Mo

25

Aug

2014

Leaves whispering stories in my ear (25)

Where i live, when i open the window i can hear the leaves whispering almost at every hour of the day. No matter if day- or night time, the trees are never calm. They are talking to each other, and sometimes, when i listen very attentive, i imagine i can understand some of their words.
When i write and the wind is playing in the trees in front of my window, i feel as if better words would ramble through my brains. it's not something i can explain adequate. But i'm sure the leaves are whispering stories in my ears...

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Mo

18

Aug

2014

Writer's Block (24)

While writing there comes a time, mostly earlier than later, when you reach a point where you can’t write on. Maybe you don’t like your idea, story or characters anymore. Maybe you came to a scene/problem and don’t know how to solve it. Maybe you just don’t feel like writing.


So, tell me, what do you do, when you’ve hit writer’s block?


I have some different approaches (order is unimportant):


  •  I ask a friend for a list of random words (5 -20, depends on what you are working on in the moment) and then try to use them in my story. This helps, when I don’t know what should happen next. Some of my most favourite lines were developed this way (Shady Joe, blue duck, rolling pin…)
  • I look at this page: ywp.nanowrimo and use their incredible Dare-machine.
  •  I clean the house, which is good, but doesn’t help with writing
  •   I try to skip the current scene and jump to another, where I know what happens, but make sure to come back later to this dreadful scene
  •   Taking a walk or just sitting on the balcony watching the clouds passing by
  •   Drinking lots of coffee, eating lots of chocolate and, if available, cuddling a cat also is a tremendous help
  •   I read one of my favourite books
  •   I cry and become angry (very rare)
  •  

But whatever happens, I always try to write on. It doesn’t matter how crappy the text is, it’s just important to write on. It will get harder and harder for me to write again, when I stopped for a longer period (and that’s not helpful for my mood also).

 

1 Kommentare

Mo

11

Aug

2014

#WritingChallenge (23)

What started as a one-month-only-challenge, developed into something bigger… the #AugWritingChallenge is now happening and we have twitter-hosts until January next year already. I will be this december’s host, trying to cheer to all participants and make them meet their daily wordcounts for all month. We even have our own homepage, please look at WritingChallenge.org!
All praise for this goes to Kristy and Sara and of course to all the brave writers out there, taking part in the monthly writing challenges.
Do you think it’s easy to write 500 words per day? If so, please come and join us in September -> #SeptWritingChallenge <- We are waiting for you :)

Update:
Due to some personal issues I wasn’t able to write most of august. I was repapering an old apartment and also trying to move into a new one… the view is breathtaking, and slowly everything settles in, but it was an exhausting month. Yesterday though was the perfect day to write, rainy and free... i managed 1040 words and feel so much better now :)

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Mo

04

Aug

2014

Of Monday mornings.... or Sunday nights? (22)

 

Why is it so, that on Monday mornings i'm always tired like i only slept for one hour in the night before?

It's not that i don't like Mondays, Mondays are always good to start something new. Though it's not always wise to say "Monday"... sometimes you need to start right in that moment and not waiting for another day. Also, the way i sometimes feel on Monday mornings wouldn't be right to start something new.

But why can't i sleep in these nights from Sundays to Mondays? Because my brain won't stop asking silly questions?

Of course there are these essential questions like: Did i do all my homework? Is the alarm clock set? And where did i put this last bar of chocolate last night?

 

But there are other questions, too.

 

Do you know the weight of a heavy heart?

Where do ideas come from?
Can you taste memories?
What is the sound of the wings of a butterfly?
How does a flower bud smell just before it opens?
What is time? Where does it come from? And where is she going?
What is happiness?
What is the difference between knowledge, wisdom and intelligence?
How gets the apple on the tree?
How many calories do you burn while dreaming?
Why gets everything old?
Where does music come from?
Why do you get goose bumps?
Where in the body is love located? And where anger?
Where do the butterflies come from in your belly?
How can you move someone to tears?
When was the time there were dragons on the Earth?
Where does the imagination come from?
How many truths are there?
Will the time come one day when every thought has already been thought of and there are no new ideas anymore?


And what happens then?

 

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Mo

28

Jul

2014

Happy Birthday Grandpa (21)


Yesterday was the birthday of a very special person, my grandpa . You want to know what a grandfather actually is? That's what I asked myself. At first I looked into the dictionary. A grandfather or groß-va-ter, is the father of your father or  mother. Grandfather is derived from the French grand-pere. But other names are also common in German-speaking countries. Opapa in the southern German-speaking countries, or Neni in Swiss German. On Letzebuergesch (Luxembourgish) the grandpais called Bopa. Many names so for someone special.

In East Timor, there is also a place Opa. Maybe it was named after one?
One often hears teenagers insulting an older man as Grandpa. Maybe they are right and he really is a Grandpa, why grandpa is a term of abuse for them though, I can’t understand. A certain age just belongs to a grandpa.

But what makes a grandpa so special, we still don’t know. So we rely on our own experience.
My grandpa, is my mother's father. That’s true to the book. However, he wasn’t in East Timor, yet.


My grandpa is a person with a lot of patience. In the ever-recurring question, "Will you read me a story?" he took out one of his notebooks and always read me a bedtime story,  he himself experienced. And one more. And another, until my hunger for stories was saturated. My grandpa is someone who has already experienced a lot more than anyone else I know, and also knows a lot more. At least, more than I know. And he knows also answers to almost all questions I have. Well, he's also a bit older than me.

Something very precious, my grandpa owns, is standing in his living room, a cabinet that is. From the outside, this cabinet looks quite normal, like a cabinet just looks, with doors and drawers and a glass case. However, this cabinet also has a magic door.
But this is something not only my grandpa owns at his house, it is widespread among grandmothers and grandfathers. There is a compartment with a never-ending source of candy! I’m sure they all have probably concluded a secret treaty with the dentist nearby. When homesick, got a scratch, rain or sunshine, you always could, and may still, take out something from that tray. Of course, not before dinner.

When I was little, my grandpa had a real adventure playground in the house, the attic. How many hours did I spent there? And what fun it was to discover everything that was hidden there! In this little fantasy world nothing could happen to me. Today the whole world is my playground, but I sometimes still crave for this.

For some years now, the basement in Grandpa's house is a certain attraction for me. There are all these books, most unread yet by me, and he allows me to choose among them. My grandpa also is a man with a big heart who likes to give, what he owns.

A great joy is always the "go over the hill" with my grandpa. He knows all the mushrooms and birds on the way and at every bend and every way he knows stories and history. He shows the valley in all directions and knows his way around so well that you would like to have a recording device with you  to keep all this knowledge for the next generation.
Sporty my grandpa is also. He, like me, has no driver's license, and is therefore always on his way by bike or on foot. And he goes bowling, not even unsuccessful.

My grandpa can of course do many other great things, sing, cook, climb a rickety ladder to the cherry, help out of trouble, write wonderful letters, ... (...) But I’m sure, everyone who has a grandpa, knows what exactly makes him that wonderful person he is.

During the research for this small article I have used the all-knowing Internet search engine Google. For the word Großvater 1,020,000 entries appear. For the word Opa there are already 16,200,000 results. Still far too little to appreciate a grandfather, in my eyes.

Meanwhile, my grandpa is no longer just Grandpa, no, he has already become a great-grandfather. And so he yesterday celebrated his 87th birthday in the company of his ever growing family, friends and acquaintances.

Congratulations.

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Mo

21

Jul

2014

Patience (20)

This week there is something new... my Gloomy wrote and translated a poem for you ...

 

Patience

It’s snowing and the small brook between our houses is frozen.
Though the ice is stable, you’re not coming to me.

The Crocuses are in bloom and the brooks ice is melting slowly.
Though we have a new bridge, you’re not coming.

Bees are buzzing and in our brook the frogs are croaking.
Though I have ripe strawberries in my garden, you’re not on your way.

The leaves are falling and the wind whispers in your garden too.
Though your kite fell down in my garden, you’re not here.

A snowman was standing in your garden alone till yesterday.
Last night I built one next to it.

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Mo

14

Jul

2014

Weltmeister! (19)