Hopfield is Writing

Edald Hopfield

  • The Doll: The Gifting Ceremony [draft scene]

    When it came time for the Gifting Ceremony, a large box was brought in, wrapped in gold paper and tied with white ribbons. Lucian hadn’t touched any of his other gifts but he watched as they brought this one in… Continue reading

    The Doll: The Gifting Ceremony [draft scene]

  • De-stress with Magic.

    I was afraid of the dark as a kid. Afraid to the point where I’d rather wet my bed than get up and go to the toilet if the light had been left off. But it had a lot less to… Continue reading

  • 3/4 of 2021

    2021 is almost over, and 2022 fast approaches. Will time be as quick as this when the pandemic slows down? Or is time a tornado from now on? I wonder how that would go implementing in a novel? Slowly adjusting… Continue reading

    3/4 of 2021

  • Spring is on its way

    I can smell it. September begins and the remnants of winter are finishing up. Though the mornings are still cold, the chill in the air is being slowly replaced by the warmth of the blooming seasons. Flowers are beginning to… Continue reading

    Spring is on its way

  • My Old Writing

    Last night, I pulled out a folder to look at my old school photos—my partner and I were talking memories and there was someone I couldn’t remember the name of but my partner couldn’t remember and so I was 100… Continue reading

    My Old Writing

  • 🎵 Do you remember, what was last on the agenda 🎵

    Not quite, but I think I have an idea. There are still tasks falling into the “Overdue” section, but I’m also cleaning up more tasks than those falling so it’s looking pretty good this week (cue disaster). BUT, I am… Continue reading

    🎵 Do you remember, what was last on the agenda 🎵

  • August is Ending

    This week has been fairly well. I’ve had a lot of good personal things happen, and though work has been busy, it has been good. I’m still finding myself in that room with all of the floating boxes, but that’s… Continue reading

    August is Ending

  • A Room of Floating Boxes

    Life sometimes feels like I’m in a room surrounded by boxes. They’re all white and the same make—only five sides and open at the top like a crate without handles—but they’re all different sizes. They’re not neatly stacked. They’re floating.… Continue reading

    A Room of Floating Boxes

  • How many times do we boil the kettle?

    Once. If you remember to make your tea. The world feels like fistfuls of clouds sometimes, as if I’m not really here. I can look at a report, but my eyes will suddenly not be looking at it at all,… Continue reading

    How many times do we boil the kettle?

  • I feel better

    with some warm tea, and a blanket over me. I feel better, with the rain at my door, and my slippers on the floor. I feel better, with much of the pain sleeping, and my limbs no longer weeping. I… Continue reading

    I feel better