Back in 2009 I often wrote stories together with a number of writer-friends. We competed in Nanowrimo and had a lot of fun.
One day, someone had the idea not to wait for November, but to start our own little competition, writing 20,000 words in 2 weeks. Of course, we all were game and so decided to do it. Which brought the big question: “What am I going to write about?”
The race would be off only a day or so later, so I had to do some very quick thinking on a subject. I needed something that would give me a lot of flexibility in the story. No matter how much I try to render my internal editor unconscious, I do need my stories to make sense and be coherent. I really don’t know anymore how exactly it happened, but I thought of a witch. And I wanted her to be wicked without being mean. Definitely not a Glinda the good witch from the North, from the Wizard of Oz. Plenty of good witches around. But the witch should not be mean and horrible. I don’t like mean or horrible.
I think I succeeded with my witch.
Yes, she can use strong language. Yes, she mercilessly does things that are not mainstream. But those are the traits for a wicked witch.
I’m proud of Hilda.