Reading Update: Essays and Porcelain

To follow me on Goodreads, click here. Essays Uit die dagboek van ’n vrou, by Audrey Blignault, compiled by Marié Heese. Originally written for Sarie (one of the staple South African magazines), these essays by a beloved South African and Afrikaans author gives a view into a life filled with happiness and pain and all […]

Fiction and behind the scenes: Scorched Earth

If you haven’t read “Scorched Earth” on my Patreon page, you can read it below. The ‘behind the scenes’ starts after the story. Scorched Earth I watched as smoke from the burning farmhouse furled into the sky. Arguing voices pulled me away from the ghost shapes in the smoke. Tante Maria was struggling to get […]

Adventures in writing “Porselein”

Or, on building a new world I have gotten so used to writing in the world of Airtha-Eyrassa, that building a whole new world for Porselein has come as quite a shock to my system! Suddenly I’m left with a complete blank page screaming “Here be dragons” and I’m not even sure if that world […]

The last writing update of 2017!

With just half a month to go until 2018, I thought it best to give a last update on my writing for 2017 as well as looking forward to 2018. Patreon fiction – The Box of Secrets and The Ruon Chronicles The Box of Secrets have stalled a bit over October and November as I […]

Afrikaans Fiksie/Fiction – Labirint Twee

Die labirint se kronkelpad lei my al verder van die middelpunt en raak verstrengel met ander se paadjies. Die bol gare in my hande word al kleiner en kleiner soos ek deur die labirint loop en die gare, saam met ander s’n, soos ‘n web agter my laat. Om my is die groen mure, die […]

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Die uil en die skoppensboer

Deborah het voor al die ander inwoners geweet dat daar dié aand weer ‘n uil op pad is. ‘n Mens se lewe bestaan tog net uit twee tye: voor die uile kom en ná hulle gekom het.

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‘n Huis sonder mure

Die dag ná die stootskrapers lê die erf vol bourommel. Eenkant staan ‘n masjienmonster en maal die bakstene, wat eens die sitkamer gevorm het, fyn. Al die kuiers en teedrinkery. Al die begrafnisse en verjaarsdagpartytjies val in fyn rooi stof in die vorm ‘n miershoop. Van die stof beland in die wind wat dit opswiep […]

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Vonkfiksie: Halfmens

“Ek kan nie meer voel nie,” kla ek. “Die wêreld lê in skerwe om my. My hart lê aan skerwe. My voel is op.”