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Mind Shifts

Okay, so I think you’ve probably noticed that, yet again, I haven’t posted in a while.

It’s not you.

It’s me.

My mind has been shifting around so much that I’m tiring myself out by simply thinking!

Decisive action is required to clear this somewhat cluttered head! As a result, my mind shifts have reflected badly on my work. As I mentioned a while ago, I put Wytch away for a time, to sleep, while I focused my thoughts. I’m quite happy with not working on the book. Yet, also consumed with the inner conflict of it’s direction, this conflict was bleeding into my writing and I couldn’t do the story justice.

My site is called The Way of Wytch, which suggests to me that it should be about Wytch, or at least witchcraft! And, while I usually have many things to say, I was trapped in radio silence (or blog silence), alongside a writers block. Actually, this is not true, I wasn’t blocked entirely, it is only this project that has obstacles, other words are still being written in other forms.

It was bought to my attention recently, that while I’m usually quite a creative individual, I wasn’t really creating anything. I then became annoyed at myself for meandering and generally pottering around, for not getting anything done! I’ve never been a finisher – I start many projects, becoming obsessive and quite crazy about them, but then they sit waiting, unfinished in a drawer, or on a shelf. Sometimes, they end up in the bin!

I know what my problem is. I’m currently looking for a job and this takes up a lot of my time; the endless applications, covering letters and re-writes of my CV is enough to drive me to sitting and staring at the wall for an hour! The amount of dross that gets posted in the vacancies sections online is rather disturbing, not to mention the fact that everyday I’m faced with the realisation of not actually being qualified in anything that doesn’t come under the sub-heading of “Hippy Chick”, or “flaky”. I nearly wish I was normal!

I said “nearly”.

I don’t actually mean it.

*End of Rant.

With much consideration, I have decided to spend a week reading Wytch, making changes, and getting down and dirty with this project. I will finish it.

More though, I have decided to have a shift around with my blog. Some of the wonderful blogs I follow seem to be more lifestyle focused with a good range of topics and articles. These, I noticed, were my favourite reads when online. I also like some of the challenges and themes that some of you have signed up for and would like to be involved in those too. I can’t remain Wytch specific. It’s good to have focus, but not to be blinkered.

There will be a name change and I will organise my posts. Some will be about my writing in general, others will still be very much Wytch focused. However, for the most part, it will be about other things that inspire and delight me. Hopefully, they will inspire and delight you too.

So if you notice that I’m missing here in cyber space, I won’t be missing for long, and I will have the new-look up and running very soon.

In the meantime, I’ll still be reading all of your posts. x

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Wednesday’s Wisdom

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The Holy Grail of Magic Shops

Fifteen years ago, a fabulous magic shop opened on our high street.

Its shelves were packed with books, there were rows and rows of shiny crystals, they stocked candles and incense, all for the general public to purchase. They also stocked all the magical tools a witch could possibly ask for: wands, athames, bells, chalices, cauldrons, bolines, pentagrams/pentacles, statues, altar cloths. With so much more besides.

Sadly, in 2007, for reasons I won’t go into, the owners decided to close their doors. No shop since has ever come close to offering those wonderful magical supplies or books, not here in my area, or online.

I miss the energies. Of walking over the threshold and smelling the fragrant herbs and incense, of picking up crystals and feeling their energy. I miss perusing the shelves and flicking the crisp pages of new books yet to be read, with the knowledge they held yet to be learned. I yearn for the social connection the shop bought to all its customers, the welcoming smiles and the gentle humour. The people I met and friendships I made while working there bought people into my life who I will always treasure. It is because of this shop that I have such wonderful friends – my magical family.

As much as I love having information at my fingertips, through my laptop, while sitting at home; there really is no substitute for a magic shop around the corner. A magic shop that sells all the supplies you could ever wish for, that offers knowledge in the form of books, classes and courses, that brings like minded people together for solid friendships that last a lifetime!

Most importantly, to me as a witch, I find it so difficult to buy things online that are required for my magical work. I look on the screen at the beautifully photographed items, but I can’t feel them. I can’t connect to them through smell, or touch, let alone through energy. I’m currently looking for a new chalice (mine broke) and it is proving to be the Holy Grail that I may as well be seeking!

I realised today that I’m going to have to take a trip to Glastonbury. Don’t get me wrong, Glastonbury is gorgeous, its a great place to visit. A little further than I’d like to go for one item though. Plus, let’s face it, if I go to Glastonbury I’m likely to buy more than just a chalice, and I will of course have to visit the Well, and the Abbey, and Tor. Not to mention a thousand other things to do whilst there. I’m planning a holiday around the need to buy one item!

I miss my local magic shop. I would love to open my own. I have been working on a plan to open one, but is now the right time to be investing money, time and energy into starting a new business?

The shops in Glastonbury survive, I believe, because of the community in which the shops are nestled. A magical place, most residents, I’m sure, are Witches, Druids and Fay 🙂 It is, after all, famous for King Arthur, the Chalice Well, with its healing waters, bring in plenty of tourists and trade, which generates most of the shops footfall and sales.

Everywhere, the High Streets seem to be disappearing at an alarming rate. How could a small and independent magic shop survive when even the big name stores are having to close because of the competition available to consumers online?

Do we, as shoppers, care about being able to pick up and “feel” the items we want to buy? Is it only important for those items which have magical, spiritual, or religious significance, if at all?

 

 

 


Changes

The winds of change are blustering at the moment here in Michelle-Land.

I got in a little time with my writing buddy last week, and the project that we are working on has come to the glorious point of the beginning! It’s taken us a long time to get here, with world building, creating our characters, and plotting the three books, but I’m pleased to say that the time has arrived!

It sometimes feels strange to write with someone else. I am so used to sitting and contemplating, then scribbling notes and sometimes just allowing myself to type as a stream of consciousness, that when we get together, I forget that another person is involved in all the ideas, the creation, and the work. Also, as we can’t get together very often, it feels as though we spend most of the time recapping, sharing new ideas and (ahem) finding pretty pictures on Pinterest. Still, it’s coming along nicely, and I can now begin writing the sub-plot which includes one of the villains. Yay.

As far as Wytch goes, I haven’t written a single word since NaNo. Bad, bad, bad. As I have said, I lost my way a little.

Things change.

Yesterday, as I sat in the garden chatting with my hubby, a gust of wind sent a bluster of leaves down the side of the house and up into the air, to land in a whirl on our patio. It was beautiful to see, this merry little dance. Instantly, I smelled the rain that followed the gust, and a few of the local crows flew across the sky to the rooftops behind our house. This small event, that took place in a matter of seconds, seemed to reawaken the wytch in me, and I suddenly had answers. I was shown the direction I needed to go. Good old Crow. Simple things can grab our attention, small gestures can spark a fire within us, and sometimes if you listen, the winds of change bring inspiration your way.

I’m off to write now, because I finally know what comes next.

Happy writing. x

 


My NaNo Week

It’s been a fairly productive week for me and Wytch. I’ve managed my personal goal of 20,000 words, and so far (fingers crossed) things are running smoothly.

 

 

I wrote my first 7000 or so on the Friday night, after all the celebrations of Samhain, and with NaNo kicking off at midnight, I thought what the hell. I sat up very late (or should that be very early?)

On Saturday (kick off day) I got myself into Town to the pub to meet with other NaNoers from my region. I didn’t stay long, as although they all seemed like a nice crowd, they obviously knew each other from previous years. With my previous late night and plans already for that afternoon and evening, I don’t think I was in the most sociable of moods. I won’t be going for the second meet-up, but may go along for the third – as long as I’ve had some decent sleep!

By Monday I had focus and determination gnawing at me. It was great! I’ve been very surprised with how much motivation this has given me. The pep talks are quite interesting, especially if you’re new to NaNo.

One thing I did learn about this little online club, is all the wonderful people – I’ve got some great buddies and we are messaging each other with words of encouragement and lots of cheer leading  as we all plod on with achieving our word target.

So far, it’s an interesting journey. One of self discovery as well. I never used to plan much with my writing. I enjoyed the act of sitting down with a notebook and free writing, which I would then type up and edit as I went. However, not much got to the finish line. I then took a great leap faith and decided to co-author a project. a great big project I might add, that has been some time in the making, and is not any where near completion yet, but that’s ok, because it’s a  lot of fun 🙂

My writing partner is a planner. Everything needs to be thoroughly plotted, planned, researched and organised. This is great too.

It’s what I started to do with Wytch. But, I recently discovered, something that just doesn’t work for me on my own. Over the last year or so, I’ve written more than I ever have done, I’ve completed lots of short stories! I have done so because, while I plotted and planned a little, I also allowed myself to sit and free write. I allowed the characters to tell me which way they wanted to go. And with Wytch, this has worked. Yes, I planned and plotted, I also ended up scrapping a lot of the material I had done. So when, at the stroke of midnight on the first of November rang out, I sat and I simply wrote. Things change. Writing is a fluid art form, ever changing.

This week I learned that my King is not happy with how much weight he’s recently put on. That my cross dressing prince is actually gay. That my guardians can only tell the truth, and that the Raptures are hiding because they’re scared.

Also, the Wytches are darker than I had first intended them to be. Which has been a happy discovery. I didn’t want to have a story that was as simple as magic vs mundane. I needed it to be more of an exploration between the good and bad personality traits of everyone, whilst not letting that exploration eclipse the theme of book.

Anyway, my Quene is about to be exiled, so I really should push on. Happy Writing 🙂


New Moon Monday

I love it when it’s a new moon on a Monday.

Monday, of course, being Moon day.

Therefore, my friends, I wish you all a glorious Moon Day and hope that all your visions are clear.

New Moon September 05, 2013. Click picture for full article


Musings

There is something that has been on my mind in recent weeks – this blog has turned into a bit of a mess!

There have been a few days when I have wanted to write a post, to share with you certain aspects of my life, my musings, my meanderings, only to stop and tell myself “that’s not relevant!”. Then, there have been other days, when I’ve written anyway – not many, I know, but still not relevant all the same.

I haven’t been working hard enough on my book, because other things have taken over my thoughts and, indeed my time. Summer holidays for the kids, my eldest awaiting exam results, the sun shining!

The Way of Wytch has turned into a bit of a Wednesdays Wisdom. This is simply not on. This blog is supposed to be about my writing, about Wytch. It’s supposed to be about her way, not mine…

I am deeply ashamed of my actions! Consider me told!

Over the last few days, I’ve got to thinking, why not just create another blog? Okay. That’s a lie. I’ve already created another blog.

From now on, The Way of Wytch is going to be all about work – writing, musings, ideas of where the story is headed, samples and excerpts.

But, what about me? Lol.

I have a new blog, thirty4ten, which I really do hope you’ll hop over to check out.

Thirty4ten is primarily about me, which will contain some of my thoughts and meanderings, but also writing.

I am in the process of moving some short stories over there. Stories that link in with each other, in the fact that they are all set in a fictional town, Tarnby Gate. They are all about love, hope, and strange happenings.

I will also be adding some samples of other writing too. It would be great if you followed me on that one and let me know what you think.

However, that blog will also contain posts that some might consider annoying. You know, like the Xbox, or my opinions about books that I’ve read, films that I’ve watched, there may even be photos of my dogs! Oh, God. I’m starting to think I might bore you all senseless. . .


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