Spring of Life – Part II

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Procrastination: Being trapped in a dream world that prevents us from living our dreams on the real one. My life so far was a steady monochord rhythm, two chords repeating day and night. I always thinking how the song would continue. As I turned my face to look at her on that spring afternoon, I heard the strings breaking.
No more music. No more nothing. My body went completely numb.  Continue reading “Spring of Life – Part II”

Always creative – Our method

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I am often asked how I live as an author, when writing becomes a profession and you have to deliver every day… Is creativity even available at one’s choice? And you know what? I can press the buttons and my creativity starts immediately to work. How? With the right routine and variety! This article tells you how this works. Continue reading “Always creative – Our method”

Kreativ auf Knopfdruck – Unsere Methode

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Oft werde ich gefragt wie es sich lebt als Autorin, wenn Schreiben zum Beruf wird und man tagtäglich abliefern muss.. Ist Kreativität überhaupt abrufbar? Und wisst ihr was? Kreativität funktioniert tatsächlich auf Knopfdruck. Mit der richtigen Routine und Abwechslung! Wie das geht, erfahrt ihr in diesem Artikel. Continue reading “Kreativ auf Knopfdruck – Unsere Methode”

Spring of life – Part I

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I traded seagulls for ravens. On my backpack I had three days worth of clothes, and a toothbrush. On my heart I had a lifetime worth of dreams. I waited too long for this, and I wonder why… I don’t want to think that I was too long trapped in my fears, in my anxiety, such a cliché, right? I mean, being so aware of the cockroaches on my head I should have known better, shouldn’t I?

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This is why I love freelancing

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I love my job and especially my independence. For me there is nothing better than writing (I can’t do much more ;)) When the alarm clock rings, I look forward to the day and when I go to bed in the evening, I look forward to the next one. And I mean that absolutely seriously! Why it makes me so happy and why I can only recommend it to everyone reading this article.
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Darum liebe ich die Selbstständigkeit

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Ich liebe meinen Beruf und besonders meine Selbstständigkeit. Für mich gibt es nichts besseres als zu Schreiben (ich kann auch nicht viel mehr ;)) Wenn der Wecker klingelt, freue ich mich auf den Tag und wenn ich abends ins Bett gehe, freue ich mich direkt wieder auf den nächsten. Und das meine ich absolut Ernst! Warum es mich so glücklich macht und warum ich es nur jedem ans Herz legen kann erfahrt Ihr in diesem Artikel. Continue reading “Darum liebe ich die Selbstständigkeit”

Spilled wine

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How many of my thoughts are just spilled wine? Promises of a future that became stains. They will always be there for me to remember who I was and the life I aspired. They come from a time where I used to think how much I had already accomplished. My young mind was impossible to break down, happiness was always present due to the promise of time. I looked to days to come like constellations high above in the night sky. What is there to find out? How long would it take me to get there? How small was I compared to them, how big can I grow? Continue reading “Spilled wine”

Verschütteter Wein

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Wie viele meiner Gedanken sind nur verschütteter Wein? Versprechungen für eine leere Zukunft, die nur zu Flecken wurden. Sie werden immer da sein, um mich daran zu erinnern, wer ich war und welches Leben ich damals angestrebt habe. Sie kommen aus einer Zeit, in der ich immer daran dachte, wie viel ich bereits erreicht hatte. Mein junger Verstand konnte nicht zusammenbrechen, das Glück war immer durch das Versprechen der Zeit präsent. Ich sah die kommenden Tage wie Sternbilder hoch oben am Nachthimmel.
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I’m naive and I’m fine with it.

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I’m naive. Very much. I didn’t notice that before, because I could blame it on my age. There it was still justified. Childlike carelessness. “Yes well, she’s still 17, she’s still learning that,” they said at the time. Meanwhile I’m 27 and it hasn’t got any better. Their head shaking. Always the same. And then there’s this slightly suggested smile and this: “Sweet.”
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