April has slipped just right past me and looking back at it it was yet another dark month, yet another month with no blog post and none of those YouTube videos I wanted to put out this year. It's been a frustrating year so far and yet it seems like turning 25 11 days ago has rendered me even more thoughtful than the mood I was in before that number has been looming beyond the horizon. I've been in a creative rut for what feels like months now. So what do I do with a creative rut? Write about it, because deep within my core, the first instinct of mine is still to face the blank page head on and produce absolutely terrible word vomit to process it.
It’s funny how I started my journey online because I was writing and now it’s the hardest thing for me to post. I began writing stories when I was barely twelve and I have been writing novels ever since. I’m twenty-four. I’ve literally been a writer longer than I have not. I started my first blog to share the short stories I wrote. I was very active in a german forum for young writers. I even was writer of the month once and got to go to Hamburg for two days and visit the Carlsen publishing house as a prize. I made my first online friends because I shared my stories online. And then I got into coding. Continue reading “My first English Story”
A lot of people I know ask me what the inside of my mind looks like, this is just a glimpse into what’s going on while I’m writing, and I’ll be writing a lot during November – at least 50’000 words hopefully. This is my way of announcing, I’ll be doing my 5th round of NaNoWriMo, last year I got 30k in 10 days and then totally failed because I fell in love with Copperplate, but this time I want to be a winner again (like every time before). So keep your finger’s crossed for me. This is the time of year I’m usually back on twitter for word sprints, and random thoughts and word count updates, just in case you’re interested in the type of madness I’m kind of addicted to. It also means I’m probably not gonna be very active anywhere else. I’m not dead, probably just a highly caffeinated sleep-deprived writer-zombie, that I turn into as soon as Halloween officially ends with midnight striking and national novel writing month begins.
So in case you’d like to know what the itchy finger’s feel like and result in, there you go. This is what fell out of me in a span of about 5minutes, when I tried to describe the transformation into writer-zombie-me. Continue reading “On NaNoWriMo 2017”
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I was fourteen when I met the love of my life. Words and I had known each other forever. But we only had realized that we were a match two years prior, when I first realized that bending and blending and sorting and jumbling and putting together and tearing apart were things I really liked to do to words and sentences.
Continue reading “Realist with a Dreamer’s Mind”