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  1. Of brave and foolish hearts

    The average heart weighs less than a pound and is the size of a human fist. It begins its work around the fifth week of pregnancy. And it has an enormous workload. It beats about 100000 to 150000 times a day, pumping about 7000 litres of blood through the body. Sometimes, it can get a bit out of rhythm. So it’s lucky that the mind stands by its side. It has developed a small machine to help the heart: The pacemaker. Even with this helpful little device, the heart isn’t invincible: A heart...
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  2. ‘Welcome to Armsburn!’ or the trouble with first scenes

    It took a bit longer than I’d thought, but I think I’m finally back into writing my current WIP. So as promised/threatened, here we go: Welcome to Armsburn! Enjoy your stay cause you won’t be able to leave! This or at least something like this could be the inscription on the big and a bit cheesy sign standing at the road leading into town. Armsburn is your typical small town. Take a stroll along the high street. There you can rummage in the bookstore, discover old treasures in one of the...
  3. Stuck

    Originally my next blog was supposed to be about my recent WIP. No, it's no longer Oscar and Laney. I've put them on hold for a while. The most recent thing was - or better is – huge. I started in February. Coincidentally, this was also when I started to use Scrivener after Word decided it wouldn't count my words anymore. As some of you might know, I like to get some inspiration by playing the Sims 4. But this time, it was different. Before I started, I had already a loose plot in mind....
  4. The Last Summer

    I wrote this for a writing challenge (just for fun). You had to choose one of your favourite historical persons and write about them. Since I had so much fun writing it, I decided to share. Enjoy ( hopefully ;-) ). P.S.:I put the solution at the end (if needed). The last summer When I’ve folded the last of the linen, my hand lingers a moment on the fine fabric. Usually, this chore belongs to the girls, but I’ve shooed them away, eager to give my hands something to do, hoping the simple...
  5. Too much input

    When you currently read a book with creepy creatures in the fog and watched “War of the Worlds” recently, it may lead you to this: “We have to run, love!” The rhythm of my feet on the wet sand is competing with the beating of my galloping heart. My lungs are burning. The wind is mocking us; it is slashing the sand against our faces, pulling at our hair and our clothes, while I gasp for air. We are running toward the light. Away from the crawling shadows, writhing and curling. Closing in...
  6. Will you come to the park with me?

    Will you come to the park with me? Don’t be repelled by the chilly air, the threatening grey of the sky. We may wake the sun. He’ll add colour to the bland green and brown around us. He’ll turn the raindrops, still lingering on grass and leaves, into a glistening curtain. His warmth speeds us on, while we walk on the gravelly pathways. The wind plays with the dead leaves on the ground. He gently rocks the new buds and sprouts. His chill breath doesn’t disturb their sleep. They know when it...
  7. I've slightly missed the deadline...

    …but really only slightly ;). The prologue is done (2623 words). It isn’t perfect (I dawdled a bit while writing the description of the house and had a hard time to finish the hat shop scene) but also not too bad for a first draft. I’m a bit proud of the scary impression the two nightly intruders leave behind. Trust me, the last two sentences were definitely nothing you should write at 2:30 am :eek:. I’ll be back soon with my thoughts about chapter one. Until then Good Night, have a nice...
  8. Prologue or just chapter 1?

    I know it’s been a while, but after starting this blog I stumbled over certain problems. Somehow, I’m now way more critical when it comes to my story. On the one hand, this is a good thing and was among others the reason I started it. On the other hand, it can be quite paralysing. But today I promised myself to pull myself together, so here we go. When I finally started to write down the beginning of the story, my decision to start with a prologue was intuitive. It was only when I started...
  9. Getting started

    It’s been two years since I’ve started with my first WIP. Everything began with a kind of experiment. I had always liked to make up stories, preferably plotting and scheming in the evening shortly before I fell asleep. But it was never enough to write it up (The longest thing I had written until then was a story called ‘Vampires in Weidenburg ‘about a dentist who is also a vampire. This was already the whole plot, so it’s no surprise I didn’t get very far ;)). Simultaneously I had another...
  10. Fate

    “Fate and free will are equally powerful forces but I consider free will to be more important as it is your free will that determines your fate.” Vyasa Do you believe in fate? Well, I do, though the quote above sums it up well. The good news is, it’s not written in stone. The bad news is, you can’t just lean back and wait till your fate finds you, or at least it might not be the fate then, you wished for. In day to day life (and on a much smaller scale than Vyasa) I sometimes start to...
  11. Getting something off my chest

    Due to the Coronavirus disease they try to minimize the contact between people in my part of Germany (North Rhine-Westphalia) now. The result is a temporary closure of a variety of institutions, cultural and otherwise (for example museums, cinemas and theatres, bars and night clubs). Schools and universities are closed, too. Supermarkets, pharmacies and everything you really need are open. It’s a logical step and I’d be at home most of the time anyway, since the term hasn’t started yet (and...
  12. To know where the shoe pinches or Cinderella reversed

    Last night I tortured my feet cruelly by wearing some high heels (not unreasonable high but high enough to hurt). My „day“shoes are bootees, comfortable enough for short walks, but they aren’t made for endless strolls through parks and streets. I decided to ignore this fact, when I packed for my current trip to London. Today my feet urge- or rather threaten - me, to change the shoe situation immediately. Otherwise...let‘s just say every step could be the last one. I decide to go shopping...
  13. The sense and nonsense of "almost"posts

    Lately I often catch myself creating posts that never find their way out of my head to the forum. Yesterday it happened again. Since this post has a special meaning to me, as you’ll see if you read further, I decided to write it down here. So, this is what I almost posted, I guess it would have been in the “What are you doing?”- thread: Trying to make up my mind if I should go on vacation to London or not. A few years ago, I made it a tradition of spending a few days in London every year...
  14. Farewells and Goodbyes

    The German band ‘Wolfsheim’ released a song called “Kein zurück” (loosely translated “there is no going back”) in 2003. There is one line which – due to certain circumstances – I can’t get out of my mind today. “Bis du irgendwann begreifst, Dass nicht jeder Abschied heißt, Es gibt auch ein Wiedersehen. (Wolfsheim, „Kein Zurück“ 2003) Again, in loose translation: Until you comprehend, that not every farewell means there will be a reunion. ‘Yeah, of course,’ you may say, ‘that’s nothing...
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