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Category: Writing 101

Writing 101: Commit to a Writing Practice

Writing 101: Commit to a Writing Practice

15 minutes about the 3 most important songs in my life …


1. Jean Michel Jarre – Oxygene Part 1-6

This song, more than any other, can remind me of my father. It was this vinyl record I found on the attic when I was 14 years old. After hearing the record once our record player broke down and 3 whole years I nearly forgot it. And it’s magic.
Only on the internet (boy was it slow back then) I stumbled upon the track in the early YouTube. Again enchanted, I traded a crate of best Flensburger Beer for a 25 year old record player that didn’t work. I repaired it (cost me half my nerves) and soon I also found the record itself again and played both sides for hours and hours. I really is pure magic.

2. Edvard Grieg – Peer Gynt Suite No. 1 (The Hall of the Mountain King)
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Writing 101: A Planet with a View

Writing 101: A Room with a View

describing a location I would want to be right now and why this location…


One of my book ideas “The Dragons of Cyranor” (in my own sci-fi universe) evolves around the republican Lord-Investigator Darren Ageiros. Cyranor is a not long ago discovered earth-like planet in a barely civilized part of the universe called “Honeycombs”. After a 4 years long voyage in hibernation chambers the republican settlers are beginning to build their very own existence and doing so, they start with their new capital: Thousand Falls. Read the rest of this entry »

Writing 101: Unlock Your Mind

Writing 101: Unlock Your Mind

20 minutes of unfiltered and unplanned wiriting, here we go:


The radio played “Sweet 16” for the fourth time, when John looked through the binoculars. What he saw hadn’t changed in the last 12 hours: yellow fields, green trees, a blue lake and on the other shore a big, white house. He opened his car’s door,so that the pipe smoke could ventilate out. There was no action on the street near the house, nor had he seen any movement in the house. But he knew that his target was in there. Hiding from his persuers, scheming his next big coup.

John didn’t know what made his target so valuable exactly, his clients had been a little foggy about the specific misdeeds. He was only told, that his target was clever, worked alone and wasn’t shy of using weapons. Read the rest of this entry »