Secret WIP 2019 Soundtrack | Track 5

Every time I start a new writing project (WIP), I always create a mood music playlist in Spotify/YouTube to set the tone for that specific writing project. That way when I hear that playlist or specific songs from that playlist, I can immediately fall into the world of that specific project, no matter what I’ve been doing before then. The music playlist is my gateway into my story’s world…

This is one of the Inspiration Tracks for The Dark Fairytales.
Meet Me On The Battlefield | SVRCINA
No time for rest
No pillow for my head
Nowhere to run from this
No way to forget
Around the shadows creep
Like friends, they cover me
Just wanna lay me down and finally
Try to get some sleep
We carry on through the storm
Tired soldiers in this war
Remember what we’re fighting for
Meet me on the battlefield
Even on the darkest night
I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage
And you will be mine
Echos and the shots ring out
We may be the first to fall
Everything can stay the same or we could change it all
Meet me on the battlefield
We’re standing face-to-face
With our own human race
We commit the sins again and our sons and daughters pay
Our tainted history, is playing on repeat
But we could change it if we stand up strong and take the lead
When I was younger, I was named
A generation unafraid
For heirs to come, be brave
And meet me on the battlefield
Even on the darkest night
I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage
And you will be mine
Echos and the shots ring out
We may be the first to fall
Everything can stay the same or we could change it all
Meet me on the battlefield
We carry on through the storm
Tired soldiers in this war
Remember what we’re fighting for
Meet me on the battlefield
Even on the darkest night
I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage
And you will be mine
Echos and the shots ring out
We may be the first to fall
Everything could stay the same or we could change it all
(We can change it all)
Meet me on the battlefield
Meet me on the battlefield
(We could change it all)

Secret WIP 2019 Soundtrack | Track 4

Every time I start a new writing project (WIP), I always create a mood music playlist in Spotify/YouTube to set the tone for that specific writing project. That way when I hear that playlist or specific songs from that playlist, I can immediately fall into the world of that specific project, no matter what I’ve been doing before then. The music playlist is my gateway into my story’s world.

This is one of the Inspiration tracks for The Dark Fairytales.
Walk Through The Fire | Zayde Wolf ft Ruelle
I’m always wondering
If it’s ever gonna end
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my bones
Standing in the dust
Of what’s left of us
(I can see you in my soul)
(I can see you in my soul)
(Woah oh oh oh)
Did we take too many chances
Did we let too many pass us
Did we throw it all away
Did we throw it all away
Did we light too many matches
Turn ourselves into these ashes
Did we throw it all away
Did we throw it all away
We walk through the fire
Is there a way out
Is there a way out
We walk through the fire
Is there a way out
Is there a way out
I try to understand
How we’re here again
(In the middle of the storm
In the middle of the storm)
There’s no way to go, no way to go
But straight through the smoke, straight through the smoke
And the fight is all we know
(The fight is all we know)
Did we take too many chances
Did we let too many pass us
Did we throw it all away
Did we throw it all away
Did we light too many matches
Turn ourselves into these ashes
Did we throw it all away
Did we throw it all away
We walk through the fire
Is there a way out
Is there a way out
We walk through the fire
Is there a way out
Is there a way out…
Of the fire
I wanna know is there a way out
Is there a way out
Show me the way out
Is there a way out
We walk through the fire
Is there a way out
Is there a way out

Secret WIP 2019 Soundtrack | Track 3

Every time I start a new writing project (WIP), I always create a mood music playlist in Spotify/YouTube to set the tone for that specific writing project. That way when I hear that playlist or specific songs from that playlist, I can immediately fall into the world of that specific project, no matter what I’ve been doing before then. The music playlist is my gateway into my story’s world…

This is one of the Inspiration tracks for The Dark Fairytales.

Love and War | Fleurie
I’m next in line and my supply is running out
It’s time to leave, the clouds are hanging low
The truth begins to show
Lover, hunter, friend and enemy
You will always be every one of these
Lover, hunter, friend and enemy
You will always be every one of these
Nothing’s fair in love and war
In life, in love, this time I can’t afford to lose
For one, for all, I’ll do what I have to do
You can’t understand, it’s all part of the plan
Broken pieces of the night
Sing like hollow lullabies
You and I, always in disguises
Lover, hunter, friend and enemy
You will always be every one of these
Lover, hunter, friend and enemy
You will always be every one of these
Nothing’s fair in love and war

Secret WIP Soundtrack | Track 2

Every time I start a new writing project (WIP), I always create a mood music playlist in Spotify/YouTube to set the tone for that specific writing project. That way when I hear that playlist or specific songs from that playlist, I can immediately fall into the world of that specific project, no matter what I’ve been doing before then. The music playlist is my gateway into my story’s world…

This is one of the inspiration tracks for The Dark Fairytales.
The Sound Of Silence | Disturbed
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools, ” said I, “You do not know
Silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells, of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Secret WIP 2019 Theme Soundtrack | Track 1

There are five things I do before beginning any new writing project.

  • I choose a new notebook specifically for that project. (All a new binder/cover.)
  • I set up a visual aesthetic mood board for the WIP. (Both digital – Pinterest, and analogue – binder + wall.)
  • I choose a working title for my WIP.
  • I set up the Scrivener documents.
  • I create a Mood Music Playlist in Spotify/YouTube.

Every time I start a new writing project (WIP), I always create a mood music playlist in Spotify/YouTube to set the tone for that specific writing project. That way when I hear that playlist or specific songs from that playlist, I can immediately fall into the world of that specific project, no matter what I’ve been doing before then. The music playlist is my gateway into my story’s world.

This is the Main Theme Track for The Dark Fairytales.
Dead Of Night | Ruelle
Don’t know what to expect
My mind is racing, I can barely feel my breath
Like a dream I can’t escape
I wanna run, but I’m still here when I awake
In a pitch black world, anything goes
No telling where the wind will blow
In a pitch black world, anything goes
In the dead of night strange things happen
In the dead of night the world goes cold
When the lights go out all around, whispers fill the air
In the dead of night, better hold on tight
You can shout or you can scream
But it won’t save you from the midnight trickery
When the daylight disappears, you’ll find no shelter in this tangled web of fear
In a pitch black world, anything goes
No telling where the wind will blow
In a pitch black world, anything goes
In the dead of night strange things happen
In the dead of night the world goes cold
When the lights go out all around, whispers fill the air
In the dead of night, better hold on tight
Better hold on tight
In the dead of night
Come take a breath
Don’t close your eyes
Don’t say another word
Don’t let the darkness find you
Holding still, don’t break inside
Don’t say another word
Don’t let the darkness find you
In the dead of night strange things happen
In the dead of night the world goes cold
When the lights go out all around, whispers fill the air
In the dead of night, better hold on tight
Better hold on tight
In the dead of night
Better hold on tight

Tell me, Do you create playlists of inspirational/motivational music?

Requiem at the Death Masquerade Ball

This is the Poem that was the first true seed for my new Secret Passion Project,

The Dark Fairytales.

The imagery in this poem was so visceral to me that the images haunted both my waking and my sleeping hours. It was the first seed for this world that I have fallen in love with and occupies most of my imagination…


Requiem At The Death Masquerade Ball

The time has come to bid adieu

Creatures remove their masks

The sirens sing a terrible requiem

The banshees shriek with unearthly delight

The werewolves howl into the night

The spirits moan with grief

Nasnus rattles his cage of bones and flesh trapped in rage and Grief

Ravens cackle and caw, taking wing bid their dark mistress Morrigan Adieu

Spirits wrathful, Spirits vengeful retreat into Van Gogh’s endless Night

She rises in fire born in Dragons’ breath, Leaving a trail of singed Masks

The fae dance a dirge as the night unmasks decay hidden in dead Delight

A keening claws at the air as the banshees sing their final Requiem

Ghostly queens, haunted kings dance to their madness in sweet Requiem

The sand walker drowns his prey in the immortal sands of Grief

Silvery sidhe spin the bewitched across the starburnt night in Delight

Spirits murdered long ago, kiss their beloved a hallowed Adieu

Samhain’s moon rises in skies of blood, the wild hunt tear away your masks

The gods cursed by pride flee into the murderous Night

Iridescent masks of silver stardust fall away revealing monsters of Night

Feasting on canapés of terror, feasting on nightmares in Hypnos’ Requiem

The blood moon rises, terrible creatures shed their faceless masks

Bones break, spines twist unmasking wolves driven mad by their Grief

Bound by their curse, madness is both their solace and Adieu

Only the forest and fog hide their bloodthirsty Delight

The forgotten gods revel in the music dancing in sinful Delight

Faceless Chaos in mask of anthracite, Nyx feared Queen of the Night

Beautiful Mesperyian cloaked in robes bloodied by those long bid Adieu

All creatures pale to the searing power of their King and Queen’s Requiem

Hades’ dark cruelty masked tonight, His lover’s torment his only Grief,

Persephone, a vision in liquid mercury, glides in his arms watched by Masks

Creatures remove their Masks

The banshees shriek with unearthly delight

The spirits moan with grief

The werewolves howl into the night

The sirens sing a terrible requiem

The time has come to bid adieu


All seekers of night and masks,

Spirits of All Hallows’ eve bid you Adieu

Those graveyards are emptied as the dead rise with delight,

to this Requiem

Forgotten is the grief,

hush as the Spirits dance you into the Night



© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning

Ssshhh… Secret Passion Project |Following Dark Story-Squirrel Trails #CampNanowrimo

So, it’s been a while since I’ve taken part in a Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) event. I had intentions of doing the official Nanowrimo in November last year but my schedule just didn’t allow for it. But this year I am taking part in Nanowrimo events. The first event, Camp Nanowrimo, starts 1 April. I have signed up. To make things even more fun, I’ve corralled my CP, Darcy, (Writing Critique Partner aka Story Sister aka Keeper of My Manuscript when I want to trash it) into joining in the writing madness with me this year. Actually we’ve decided to make the April Camp Nanowrimo (Camp Nanowrimo runs in April, July, September and Nanowrimo runs in November) an annual tradition for us. Our birthdays fall in the last week of March, they’re one day apart from each other, a few days before Camp Nanowrimo begins. So we thought it would actually be a lovely annual tradition to do the April Camp Nanowrimo together annually…

2019 April Camp Nanowrimo Project

This year I’m finally going to start drafting Book #1 of my new Secret WIP Series. I’m really excited to get started with this draft. This is a passion project. It is very different to my main WIP series The Tattooist. But it is still very much a ME project. It is deep, dark and deliciously twisted. But it is not a thriller nor is it crime. It fits into quite a few literary genres. But if I had to sum it up, it is a grimdark mythological dystopian fantasy. I did warm you, it’s not an easy story to peg into just one genre.

It is full of dark gods, monsters, creatures and humans. My main characters are all anti-heroes and villains. It is hard to tell the protagonists from the antagonists because in this story everyone is touched with a vein of darkness, only the degrees of darkness separate the characters.

I wanted to write a huge epic world-building story that just allows me to play on the page/screen. My favourite tv series, The Originals, ended its run and I wanted more of the same. I wanted to immerse myself in a world of ruthlessness and deep story threads set in a fantastical setting. In fact, my beloved Niklaus aka Klaus Mikaelson (main big bad in The Originals) and his ruthless siblings is very much an inspiration for many of my characters.

I wanted to have a project that I escape into, in breaks from rewrites/edits of The Tattooist. I had an epiphany that I work better when I am at work on two projects simultaneously. It is the way I read as well, I never have fewer than 4 books on the go simultaneously. Part of this is because I enjoy switching genres, whether it be in writing or in reading, often two or three completely different genres to match differing moods I might be in. I also find that in my writing, working on two wholly different projects set in two completely different genres feed off each other in inspiration and motivation.

This Passion Project has actually been germinating quietly for the last three years, ever since I got back from Europe. A seed was planted and I have been slowly watering it, waiting for the right time to work on it. I feel it is ready to be written now.

The working title for this series: The Dark Fairytales

That is not the real title, I’m keeping the actual title secret for now. This is a deliciously dark, decadent tale that I want to keep to myself for a while.

I’m going to blogging throughout April giving you snippets of my inspiration behind this series. So keep your eye posted for new posts.

Certain dark things are only meant to be loved in secret…..

I leave you with some visual aesthetics from my series inspiration board (it’s a private board) I’ve set up on Pinterest.

Writers: Tell me, are you taking part in Camp Nanowrimo?

Non-Writers: Tell me, what stories are you reading or watching that has you in their grip?

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Eating Poetry for Breakfast

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Daily rituals and habits have always fascinated me. You barely notice your own rituals and habits until you either don’t/can’t do them for some reason or if someone points them out to you.

What are your daily creative rituals? What kickstarts your day?

I am not a morning person. Partly because as an insomniac I often only manage to finally get to sleep in the early hours around dawn. Partly because waking to me is a form of cruelty because I always feel like I am being cheated from getting a proper rest.

“We all have morning rituals that give us the comfort of familiarity even if our days are unknowns.”
― Maria Alexandra Vettese, A Year of Mornings: 3191 Miles Apart

Mornings are one of the times of day when most of us enact certain rituals to kick start our day. We have a certain ritualistic schedule of mundane tasks that ready us for whatever the day may bring.
From waking up and having a mug of coffee – although sometimes I feel like an intravenous injection is needed – to having a shower, to choosing your outfit for the day and making yourself presentable and finally to eating breakfast.
The order you do these things in may be different and you may not be a morning breakfast type of person.

““When you wake up in the morning, Pooh”, said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for Breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing” he said.”
– Winnie The Pooh

But you do eat breakfast. It doesn’t matter whether you do it in the morning after waking up or later on in the day. That first meal, that first refueling of your body, is your wake up moment.

A few years ago I read “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron. It resonated with me in so many ways. But one of the most important tools I learnt through that was the Morning Pages.

Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning.
*There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages*– they are not high art. They are not even “writing.” They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind– and they are for your eyes only. Morning Pages provoke, clarify, comfort, cajole, prioritize and synchronize the day at hand. Do not over-think Morning Pages: just put three pages of anything on the page…and then do three more pages tomorrow. ~ Julia Cameron

Until recently I was only doing the morning pages when I was stuck creatively and feeling uninspired. This wasn’t happening every day. I found I was journaling more at the end of my day rather than the start.
But recently this has started changing. My “morning pages” have changed. They have turned into “Morning Motivation” – little pep talks I write to myself to begin – but even more recently I have added another “morning” ritual to my day.

Just as my body needs a breakfast to break the fast of the night, I felt like my mind needed a creative breakfast to awaken my brain cells. For me, the initial morning pages and then followed by the motivation pages just weren’t cutting it. For some reason it wasn’t unlocking my creativity in my sluggish morning-insomniac-induced-hungover brain.

But things have been changing and all because I am now getting the right creative break-fast for my brain.

A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. ~ Salman Rushdie

I have started eating poetry for breakfast.

I am making it a habit to start the day with poetry. First, I write down a poem or two. (I always “write” my poetry. I need that cathartic, physical process of putting pen to paper.) Then I put aside those raw pieces of poetry and spend some time reading others’ poetry. Often this state of reading will have me putting pen to paper in some more poetry of my own. Before long, my brain’s creative side zings into wakefulness and suddenly I am not feeling so sluggish.

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness. ― Christopher Morley

For me poetry is the purest form of art. Poetry is the one that truly moves me to feel those down-deep emotions we all feel: the emotions that don’t have a name. Poetry is also the most creative form of art for me. I love playing with images, words, moods, sounds, the surreal and emotions; poetry is the one space I get to do all this.

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers. – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

So starting my day with a daily ritual of “eating” poetry for break-fast allows me to enter that creative space immediately. It is a key to that fearless place in me. I need to get into that fearless space each day because then I can face my prose without doubt and filled up with the fearlessness that is poetry for me.

What is your break-fast ritual to kick start your creativity?
Have you tried morning pages or your own version?
Do you refuel with any other art – mine is poetry, yours might be; music, dance, sketching, painting, pottery, sculpture – every morning?
What’s your “poetry” to break-the-creativity-fast
?

The Naked Writer…Exposing My Bell Jar #iiwk14 #invisibleillness

*Personal Post – Writer getting real – Longreads*

Battleground
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.

The soldiers are unseen
Camouflaged in skin
Their weapons are lethal
They are elements of torture
They have captured me
Stretched out on a rack
Every muscle screams in protest
Every muscle held in a vice-like grip of agony
My jaw is locked shut
My eyes are blinded as the blades enter
My mouth is slack with pain
My fists tied down, tightly clenched
The torture has only just begun
My body fights to find an inner strength
The needles pierce the back of my neck
I am held in place, too weak to struggle
I try to call out for mercy
I am ready to confess anything
The needles enter my skull
There are hundreds of them
The prison is too bright for me to see
Shadowy figures surround my body
Slowly I feel the needles draining my veins
I try to release the bindings on my limbs
They use my body as a pincushion
I have no more strength to fight
I can feel the weakness take over
My mind tries to fight, to shout
I open my eyes
I stare into blinding white light
The needles in my skull blind me
Bile rises up from my empty insides
I search for the unseen enemy
These faceless soldiers dealing in torment
I open my eyes and see a figure before me
It looks familiar, a faint echo of disbelief
The reflection is myself
My very flesh the rack of agony
I lose hope, I lose the battle against my skin and bone
My body is my battleground, my flesh the enemy torturing me

This is my invisible reality. This is the Bell Jar that hangs suspended over my life. My Bell Jar is: Chronic Migraine. A genetic neurological disorder.

This is not something I speak about often. Partially because it is a fairly invisible illness. Partially because so many people don’t understand what the difference is between headache, migraine and then chronic migraine is. Partially because I do not like admitting vulnerability. Partially because of the inherent shame and guilt I have in having an invisible illness.IMG_3971-0.JPG

But no more shame and no more guilt. No more “invisible” illness. Living life is about embracing all of life, the good and the bad, the strengths and the vulnerabilities. This monster that turns my body into a torture chamber has been my constant companion for the last 18 years and counting. For the last 6 years this companion has become a jealous and possessive monster determined to isolate me from those who truly love me. This monster does not live under my bed or in the cupboard like the Bogey Man. This monster has taken permanent and unwelcome residence in my exploding head.

Migraine is so much more than a bad headache.

Continue reading “The Naked Writer…Exposing My Bell Jar #iiwk14 #invisibleillness”

Last Words | Who Are You?

Image shared courtesy of The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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This gravestone brings up so many thoughts:

Who was this woman?
Who chose her inscription?
Was it a last act of revenge from a spurned lover/spouse?
Were they the last words she wanted to be remembered by?

What comes to your mind when you look at it?
What would you like to be put on your gravestone when you die?

This gravestone had me contemplating what I would want inscribed to mark my place in this world.
Death is inevitable for every one of us but something that few of us like to contemplate. We are mortal beings but we fear our mortality. We focus on living in the here and now. But I wonder sometimes if we focused on how people would remember us after we die, if that would impact our choices and decisions.

How would you like to be remembered?

If I could choose one mantra to be remembered by it would be:

She lived and loved fearlessly.

The poem I would have as my last words would be:

~ the uncaged bird is set free ~

I can no more cage this poeme`
to trap my soul in earthly realms hollows my flesh
Poeme` is life fleshed into my Bones
A place where the intangible is material
A window through which the tears of God
break open the unseen cracks in a heart
A Love divine and Light surreal
is my heart free, my soul uncaged
the Bird of Poeme` soaring into the heavenly realms.

– Excerpted from my poem “Soul Wings”
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.

The Darker Side of Blogging: A Spooky Roundup, Part One

Walk on the dark side…Wordpress in all the shades of strange and horrific…Part 1

The WordPress.com Blog

All Hallow’s Eve, Halloween, Samhain, and the Day of the Dead are nearly upon us. What better time to take a look at the darker side of WordPress.com?

Our bloggers cover the spooky spectrum, from horror film reviewers to Wiccans to Halloween crafters to bioarchaeologists (they study bones!). This weekend we’re bringing you a double dose of the heebie-jeebies, with Halloween and witchcraft bloggers today, and other offbeat spooky topics tomorrow.

If you’re a fan of fright or just want to explore something new, get ready for the creepiest holiday season with these eerie entries:

Halloween Howlers

Are costumes and crafts more your speed than monsters and mayhem? There’s no shortage of inspiration on WordPress.com, with tons of bloggers dedicated to getting you and your little ones ready for an epic night of trick or treating.

DIY Halloween

The bloggers behind D.I.Y. Halloween take October 31st very seriously:

Every year…

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The Darker Side of Blogging: A Spooky Roundup, Part Two

Walk on the Dark Side this October…a spooktacular offering of dark blogging…Part 2

The WordPress.com Blog

We started getting into the Halloween spirit yesterday, with Halloween craft and costume blogs and a look at some of the real-life witches on WordPress.com.

Today we continue the Halloween Spooktacular with some less Halloween-y but no less creepy content: horror film buffs, zombie aficionados, and cemetery guides, oh my!

Frightening film and fiction

If you prefer that ghouls stay safely in movies and books, there are plenty of WordPress.com authors ready to guide you to the scariest of scary movies, like the team of eleven bloggers behind Mutant Reviewers.

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Led by Head Mutant Justin, the Mutant Reviewers team is dedicated to cult classics, watching the worst so you don’t have to. Visitors looking for recommendations can check out their movie of the week, helpfully highlighted with an image widget in the left sidebar. This week’s offering is 1979’s The Prophecy.  (Conclusion: “Simply, if you are looking…

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