Guest Post: How to Find Time For Creativity - You know how it goes. Keys in the door, shoes flung haphazardly into the entry way, and tired body plopped on the couch. You’ve got some writing to do, but...
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The moor always seems to be eating things. Half digested rocks and logs jut out from the sloping hillsides.My favorite characters were the old witch sisters, Magda and Dreska. Like everything else on the seam between the village and the moor, you are never sure exactly what their motives are.
They look as old as dirt. I imagine I see small pieces crumbling off them, but when I look again, they are still all there.Then there is the Near Witch - even more ambiguous than the sisters.
She was very old and very young, depending on which way she turned her head, for no one knows the age of witches.There is also this interesting development:
I hold out my hand, let my fingers brush against the cyclone wall. And then another set of fingers slices through the wind, touches mine, intertwines with mine.But to say too much about this character (except that yes, there is definitely a romantic development!), or the Near Witch, would spoil the story, especially as each page slowly builds tension after mysterious tension into a pounding crescendo of spookiness.