Dec 15, 2025
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I ate one grape in 2009 and I’m still paying for it
Me trying to decide what to read for the day.
Nähkästchenplauderei
For those who didn’t know, that’s German. Normally it would be “aus dem Nähkästchen plaudern” which literally translates to “to talk out of the sewing box”. It’s a common phrase in Germany. Means something like “to spill some beans” or “to catch up on all the gossip”or “to share private information”.
Reason why I’m telling you this?
It’s me, Elena. This is a new part of my blog now. I want to involve all of you more in my daily writing and and the related funny stories, problems or ideas and inspirations. Maybe that’s interesting for you. Maybe it’s just a therapeutic exercise for me, when I’m (not) in the mood to write. Not sure yet. xD
I’ll call it “Nähkästchenplauderei” because I talk about me and writing fanfic but not really about their content. I’ll give you some insider stories about the fanfics I wrote/will write. Funny things. What happened to me during writing it, what gave me inspiration and how I do my research or what is important to me about a certain story and why I’m writing it. The daily life (cough *and struggle* cough) of a writer. If you’re not interested in these pieces of information, then you’ll see just the heading and you’ll know ‘Aaaah, that’s not a story I can read so that’s not interesting for me’. So it’s easier for you to skip. But I thought this could be interesting for you. I want to get to know you more and you can always laugh with me or smack your forehead because of my craziness. This could be fun and I am encouraging you to discuss themes or to tell me your opinion or own experiences. Of course, I hope that many of you take part. ❤️
I’ll tag you all only in this part, afterwards you can tell me, if you want to be notified. If you don’t drop a comment, I’ll automatically take you off my taglist for “Nähkästchenplauderei”. I don’t know how many parts this will have. I’ll write one every time I’m in the mood for it.
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Nähkästchenplauderei - A blog about my blog.
A new passion - Or the story of me buying a guitar on Amazon at 1am
I always do a lot of research for my stories. I know some authors hate it, but I love doing research. It’s like playing detective and investigating while educating myself further. I always do Pinterest boards (I can share them with you, if you want) for my series because looking at the pictures and the links inspires me during writing. The ‘Simple Man Series’ is Set in an alternative universe where Jensen is a Country singer. I had no idea about country music, to be honest. I got all my knowledge about it from watching ‘Walk the line’ but that’s it. Obviously, I needed to do research! I created a Spotify playlist for the series (which I will link as soon as it’s uploaded).
When I wrote Suspirium or collected pictures for my Pinterest boards I always listened to it. Somehow I fell in love with this kind of music. I never played an instrument because I didn’t have the patience. I played to flute in fifth grade, because it was part of the Music class. We even got grades for playing it. Let me tell you, it was a disaster! Always got Ds. Although I got an A one time. Every time I practiced the flute, my dog started to howl. You see, it really was awful. I believe that’s why I lost the interest in playing an instrument. I still went to the choir, though, because I loved singing (still do). I always said, if I had the patience I’d love to learn the piano or the guitar, because these are basic instruments and you can play everything on them.
Guess what? I sat there and was writing Suspirium when an idea started to from in my head. There are dozens of Corona online lessons for the guitar, beginner models of guitars aren’t that expensive and you can still sell them or use them as decoration. Normally, I overthink everything. I need ages to make an decision, normally weeks or months till I lost the interest. So I did my research. Which model? Acoustic, western or concert? Which size? Guitar scale? How do I identify a quality product? Best YouTube channels? Best apps?
Found a black one and I immediately fell in love with it. And guess what? It’ll arrive by tomorrow afternoon! :D I really did it and I’m a bit proud of myself for not overthinking it! I’m looking forward to learning every song of artists I love. Adele, Pink, Ed Sheeran, Sam Smith, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkin Park, Train, Oasis, James Arthur, Tom Walker, Lewis Capaldi, James Blunt, Bruno Mars, Coldplay, Shawn Mendes, John Legend, Common Linnets, Lumineers and thousands more. Of course, some of my new Country faves, too.
My first song will either be ‘Simple Man’ because the story was inspired by it and it was the first song that I’ve heard Jensen sing or ‘Hey there Delilah’ because I love that one right now. It’s my current catchy tune.
These will be followed by ‘The One that got away’ by Pink and ‘Bonfire heart’ by James Blunt. If these four aren’t too difficult, of course... I’ll keep you updated. :D
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The story behind Suspirium - Or as I like to call it, the story of reviving a more than dead language.
I have that idea since I’ve started this blog some time ago. I wasn’t sure if I should make it a Dean, Sam or Cas story, so I brought my arguments up and you could decide which professor you want, remember? As soon as you chose Sam, I knew that he would be a Latin Prof. That’s based on the canon in the series and my preferences. Sam is the best in Latin in the entire series. And I am able to read, translate AND EVEN SPEAK Latin, so it’s something I can relate to. A great subject, although I know that the opinions on Latin are different.
I can speak five languages (German - my mother tongue, English, Spanish, Dutch and Latin, I’d like to learn French soon) and I personally think Latin’s a beautiful language. Of course, it doesn’t sound as beautiful and elegant as French (although French has its origin in Latin). But a language is a lot more than the emphasis. In one of the first chaps of Suspirium Sam and Reader discuss the beauty of Latin.
“Latin is the language of law, architecture and engineering, the military, science, philosophy, religion and - of particular interest here - the language of a flourishing literature which for centuries served as a model for all Western literature. The Latin of literature speaks of love and war in hundreds of masterpieces, reflects on the body and soul, develops theories about the meaning of life and the tasks of man, about the fate of the soul and the nature of matter, sings of the beauty of nature, the meaning of friendship, the pain of losing all that is dear to one; and it criticizes depravity, ponders death, the arbitrariness of power, violence and cruelty. It creates inner images, puts emotions into words, formulates ideas about the world and social life. Latin is the language of the relationship between the one and everything.” Suspirium, Chapter 3
Roman poets are more than two millennia dead, BUT the themes they wrote about (Love, pain, friendship and braveness, also sex...) are still actual in our society. They stood the test of time. A language where no ‘thank you’ exists, just a ‘to be thankful’. This language is mysterious, its culture unbelievable nowadays. It’s like an enigma that wants to be solved - or not, depends on you and if you learn your vocabulary. Trust me, I had to learn that the hard way in seventh grade. ;)
Sam is basically my old Latin teacher. He uses the same methods and tells the same things. He makes jokes, adds additional information and makes his students question the meaning behind the poems and stories. Sometimes I even used words my teacher said to us. I looked up some of my Latin notes and use that for the lectures. It’s a lot of fun and that’s where I get my inspiration from. A big thank you to my teacher. This story would not work out without him always encouraging me and explaining everything to me, even if he had to do it three times. Gratiam habeo, magister. :D
Questions for you, only if you want to:
Do you play an instrument? Which or would you like to play one?
What’ your favourite genre and who’s your favourite artist and which song?
How many languages do you speak? Which? Which would you like to speak (in addition)?
Wanna tell me your name and origin?
-> Next post will probably be about how I make my covers, choose GIFs, find inspiration on Pinterest and Spotify and my first friendship ever on Tumblr some years ago. And how I got in touch with SPN.
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Does anyone get tired of trying to find everything offensive? Is anyone tired of the trend of being "woke"? Is anyone tired of the trend of jumping into mob mentality without the effort of doing any research? Cause I am.
I had a very eerie dream today. A bit of context is required, I live in a boarding school and just had my midyears. We get to go home for a week a few days after the midyears end.
So I started with my phone in my hand, I had just collected it from the housemaster. While I was staring at it, I noticed a few things. One was that it felt flimsier than usual, and two its back had a few bumps. I was walking down the corridor of my building when I noticed my spanish teacher was calling us from downstairs. Naturally, I leaned over the ledge to hear her, she wanted to set a time to visit her and complete our internal assessment (which I had forgotten about till then). As I was leaning over, I left my phone on the ledge. So when I picked it up there was a bit of dust on it. After I was done listening to her. I made way for my study (my room) and I was just cleaning the dust off my phone against my chest, when I heard a crack. I looked down, the phone had bent from the middle, and there was a crack along the middle of the phone. I got a bit worried as it was an expensive phone and I had no idea what to tell my parents. I got back to the room left my phone and decided to deal with it later. I went down to a large hall where all my IB classmates were settled and were furiously discussing the midyears and the insensitive system by which the administration would decide our predicted scores (for college) that was recently devised by our Deputy Head of Academics. After a bit of time there, I decided to go back and prepare my Spanish internal assessment that was to happen tonight. When I reached my room I noticed my study partner (roommate) had shifted out, he saw me and looked me dead in the eye. With an empathetic gaze he asked me if I didn’t mind. We had had our share of arguments recently and I just nodded to him saying I understood. When I reached my room, I noticed my Math marks which had dropped considerably from last time, were lying on my table. I ignored them, and decided to use my phone to help with the Spanish assessment. I pulled the drawer out, a bunch of stuff was lying on top of the phone. I pushed them aside and saw that a pen had stabbed its way through the screen.
This is where I was woken up..
What was spooky about this dream was that it had elements of all problems that I wasn’t addressing, but problems I had. I had no idea about the Spanish assessment, no care about my math marks, and I still had a few unsorted problems with my room mate (who I am still very much living with, he woke me up). The only thing I don’t understand is why my phone was highlighted throughout the dream. I guess it could be some kind of omen or theme?
Sometimes it's impossile to take your tight shirt off glacefully. (model: Fem!Bruce Wayne, just because)
All spiders need to die ;-;
Sleep....
I can't sleep, I want to sleep, but...
My brain won't shut up and let me sleep.
I have a wonderfully comfy mattress now....
There is no reason I have not to sleep.....
Except that my brain won't shut up.
It's like watching a horror film.... You feel like something is gonna happen, you know something is gonna happen, like you've watched it 100 times and have the thing memorized. Only nothing happens but maybe you just mistimed it or something....
That is my brain right now....
I don't know when the last time I slept was.... Sometime yesterday I think? I forget.... I am sure I've been up for 24 hours now....
Because my brain won't let me go the fuck to sleep...