I need a little magic…

… no it is not that my life is so boring and I need to spice it up. It is just that I have been writing about “The Snow Child” by Eowyn Ivy on Tuesday and my #NaNoWriMo novel came back into my mind.

I really liked the style Ivy is writing in. Well I do not want to copy it but that mix between magic and logic explanations really made me enjoy the book. I think that is that little bit that is missing in my first draft.

Seems to be good to just let a draft rest for a while. Somehow it is still working inside of my even though I have not read or touched it since the 31st of November. But it is there and I want to do something with it.

Right now I just am back into my blogging which takes quite a bit of time. But what has worked for #NaNoWriMo should work for the rest of the year as well. Just pre~wrote posts and then use the time for working on the novel.

Uh I am getting excited now :-).

I’ll keep you updated!


writing or so….

Novels in a Polish bookstore

Novels in a Polish bookstore (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have not been writing a lot about writing lately but it looks like I need a break from it after that intense #NaNoWriMo month. Yes I know it is over since 6 weeks or so and I had decided to take a look back at my first draft in January but when I realised I did not manage my Goodreads goal for last year I was a bit disappointed. I love reading. As a child I spend most days with it.

I can remember when I got the German translation of The Lord of The Rings I read the whole thing in about a week. I just could not switch it off. The local library was my refuge and my adventure which opened up a whole new world in my little Swabian village. I travelled ~ sure ~ to Switzerland which was close and in Germany but I could never imagine to go to places like Kenya, India or Alaska. But in books I could travel anywhere and to any time I ever wanted. Even to dimensions that science still have not found ;-).

As both my parents and my grandparents loved to read I was never short of books. But when I got into my late 20s suddenly I did not find books that really interested me anymore. Quite often I found the books I was reading were not written very well. But maybe it had more to do with the fact that I was changing so much therefore my interest in what to read as well.

Today I can say my main interest is in Fantasy and Crime which feeds my longing for mystery. But last year I have started something I call “window shopping” in the library. They often have books showcased on stands or shelves and I just have a look and let my intuition guide me which one of them I want to read preferably an author I do not know. This way I found Aimee Bender‘s “The Particular Sadness of Lemoncake” one of the best books I have every read.

And my actual finding? Eowyn Ivy’s  The Snow Child a truly haunting story that gives you an immense emotional experience while reading it. But well someone who is called like an sword swinging lady in Lord of the Rings must be a good writer…… :-).