Meanwhile, back in lalaland

Finally, editing for The Empath is done. Well, at least my part. My dear editor Pam is finetuning as we speak for the final round. Next up is my proof reader Lisa Gilliam to let me know if it’s any good or complete and utter crap. Always a nail-biting moment for me.

Working on The Empath made us realize we would have to make some changes in The Elemental as well. In theory, you should be able to read them both as a stand alone book. During the editing process, that came back to bite me in the arse. Pam and I had a whole discussion on how to explain some things more properly. 

I really think you should change the dialogue.

That’s what Pam said to me and I actually agreed, but I couldn’t change the dialogue because of this tiny little detail; the conversation is also in The Elemental. So, what to do? After several back and forth emails with my publisher, Dragon Moon Press, they gave the okay to go ahead and revise The Elemental. Yay!

Come February The Empath will be released and the revised edition of The Elemental. For those of you who’ve actually read The Elemental, nothing shocking will be changed, but I wanted to avoid those fanatics out there who would rub my face in any inconsistencies. I know I would 😂

Right now I’m very busy working on the new book trailer for The Empath and the revisions in The Elemental. Oh, and did I mention the cover is absolutely stunning? It is! You’ll have to wait till Midwinter to actually see it, be patient. I’m also very proud to have found the perfect person to model for the front cover, but I promised him to remain anonymous, so I’ll keep my promise. If you recognize him on your own, I’m not to blame 😉

Between writing and editing, I hardly have time to listen to my favourite band and inspiration, Placebo. Thankfully they’re coming to Holland this November and I’m very much looking forward to that. 

Samhuinn is coming up, another year has come and gone. I have so much to be thankful for. I found another publisher, I have an amazing team and very loyal fans, even in Japan. There have been times of doubt and you all helped me remember why it is I write. To share some of my world with you, to make the supernatural natural. To always remember, life is beautiful and so are you. Thank you!

Ramblings of a modern druidess – Samhuinn and other stuff

It’s been a while since you heard some actual ramblings from me. I’ve been featuring a lot of book releases and their authors, and it’s been great fun. I feel very fortunate to know so many authors and it has certainly expanded my range of reading. With all the reading however, my work on The Empath is a bit behind schedule. Hopefully, November will give me a boost as I’m doing my best to participate in the #NaNoWriMo and produce 50.000 words. Mind you, if I achieve that goal, The Empath will be nearly finished. In all honesty, I’ve never written so many words in one month. I have good days, but if I have one of those, I feel really pleased with myself and fall back into this false sense of accomplishment and bumb around for a couple of days, quite annoying actually.

For me the new year has just begun. Samhuinn has come and gone and a very intense one it was. It is a time to let go of old things which aren’t useful anymore or are holding you back and a time to love and honour our ancestors. It is also a period of being reborn, new beginnings. Something even my muse picked up on, because he finally released his long awaited book ‘Selected‘. Perfect timing, though I doubt he’s aware of that, but it was a nice coincidence. And perhaps I’m not giving him enough credit, something I tend to do on more than one occasion. Not fair really.

Usually we celebrate Samhuinn between two burial mounds, guided by the Goddess Cailleach. This year, however, we invoked the Dame of the Dead, Santa Muerte. She has a very different energy and it was the first time I worked with that energy. It has left me with a mounting interest in her cult and so I leave you with a bit from the all-knowing Wikipedia. I wish you all a happy new year with blessings of Samhuinn xxx.

IMG_1473.JPGNuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte or, colloquially, Santa Muerte (Spanish for Our Lady of the Holy Death), is a female folk saint venerated primarily in Mexico and the Southwestern United States. A personification of death, she is associated with healing, protection, and safe delivery to the afterlife by her devotees. Despite opposition by the Catholic Church, her cult arose from popular Mexican folk belief, a syncretism between indigenous Mesoamerican and Spanish Catholic beliefs and practices. Since the pre-Columbian era Mexican culture has maintained a certain reverence towards death, which can be seen in the widespread commemoration of the syncretic Day of the Dead. Elements of that celebration include the use of skeletons to remind people of their mortality. The worship is condemned by the Catholic Church in Mexico as invalid, but it is firmly entrenched among Mexico’s lower working classes and various elements of society deemed as “outcasts”.

Santa Muerte generally appears as a female skeletal figure, clad in a long robe and holding one or more objects, usually a scythe and a globe. Her robe can be of any color, as more specific images of the figure vary widely from devotee to devotee and according to the rite being performed or the petition being made. As the worship of Santa Muerte was clandestine until the 20th century, most prayers and other rites have been traditionally performed privately in the home. However, for the past ten years or so, worship has become more public, especially in Mexico City after Enriqueta Romero initiated her famous Mexico City shrine in 2001. The number of believers in Santa Muerte has grown over the past ten to twenty years, to several million followers in Mexico, the United States, and parts of Central America. Santa Muerte has similar male counterparts in the Americas, such as the skeletal folk saints San La Muerte of Argentina and Rey Pascual of Guatemala.

Ramblings of a modern druidess

Yearmarket, yet again. Another year has apparantly come and gone. My my, time does fly. Walking for ten minutes in my home town has already turned me into a Dexter-like psycho.

Thankfully there’s the bliss of my trusty Barista Café, where I can sit in peace after staring down some people sitting in ‘my spot’.

With Mabon approaching rapidly, I don’t feel very Equinoxy, I think I skipped Mabon this year and went straight to Samhuinn. Mind you, that would also explain the homicidal mood 😉

Thinking about the new Placebo album this is not a case of too many friends, just too many people. I’m not good with ‘too many people’, it doesn’t bring out the best in me.

My other half will bravely go on his quest for the famous Marketenster bisquit, he’s on his own this year, me thinks. I still remember last year.

Tonight I’m going to catch up with a dear friend. We both decided we should be okay in a large café. However, it is in the direct line of the yearmarket, so there might be murder later on.

Also thinking about my brother-in-law, who passed away four years ago, can’t believe it’s been that long already. I was in Cae Mabon back then, a magical place, where time moves out of time. I’ve never been back since. Maybe, someday, to build other memories. For today, I’m staying in the Samhuinn vibe. Ride with the dragons, dear Jeroen, ride with the dragons…..

Until next week peeps!

For a better look at Cae Mabon, check out their website. Cae Mabon


Ramblings of a modern druidess

Samhuinn is drawing nearer, days are getting shorter, the trees let go of their leaves and we let go of our loved ones and remember and honour them.

My great aunt recently crossed over to the other side at the very respectable age of 92. As I attended her funeral I was able to look outside and see the trees, the Sun was shining through the leaves, it was actually quite a beautiful day.

Her granddaughter spoke and my uncle, both with great respect, but also with humor, anecdotes that brought a smile to our faces as we all remembered this remarkable woman. I’m sure she’s with my own grandmother now, probably sipping on some nice tea and high quality pasties, catching up and watching over us.

There were candles, each one representing a fase of her life and they were shining brightly, just like she did.

Her passing brought sadness to a great many people, this is only natural, but as I stood in front of her grave, the Sun shining down on us, Samhuinn just around the corner, some words whispered inside my head…..

“You think you know,
What’s to come, what you are,
You haven’t even begun”

Samhuinn is not the end, it is just the beginning of another adventure and I happen to like adventures.

I wish you peace, love and Light great aunt of mine and above all, every adventure you still wish to experience.

Until we meet again xxx