It’s October! All hail Halloween! At this time of year I’m possessed–it’s like the spirit of some former corn harvest festival queen wakes within me. I could happily spend this time of year with an armload of mums in one arm, and a pan of pumpkin cranberry muffins in the other. The season makes me feel all witchy-woman, and I glory in it.
Nowadays readers can find all kinds of paranormal good witches to read about with their ley lines kicking ass through various urban fantasy series. (I’m talking about you Anya Bast.) I’ve written about some great witchy book recs HERE.
Speaking of good witches, I have long been fascinated with Glinda the Good Witch from The Wizard of Oz. The costume of Glinda in the movie will *forever* captivate me; I could stare at her all day. Yet her character is actually rather irritating in the movie. I mean, great voice, great opening line: “Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?” But it’s all downhill after that. However, in the book series, (written around 1920) she’s all art-nouveau cool with this interesting little crown and all understated magic-y.
That said, I still find a huge amount of appeal in a bad witch. Willow, for instance, on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, was never as fun as when she was being a bad witch. “Bored now” became a refrain around our house, and I personally love that all black eyes look.
Certainly, when I was little I got into it — I’d go into the bathroom and make ‘potions’ for hours. I’d start with water and some shaving cream in the sink and then dump in anything else green, blue, or otherwise fascinating from the medicine cabinet. There was a garden version of this that involved mud, greenery, and the sacrifice of my poor grandmother’s favorite potted plants–especially those with unusual leaf shapes and flowers.
The love of potions continues to this day. I still love animals, gardening, baking, and herbal teas. What is witchy-ness but a sexier version of botany, a more seductive chemistry, a bad-ass biology? There is some innate curiosity I had as a little girl and still have as a writer today–a desire to pick up the corner of life and poke underneath it with a stick to see what’s happening amongst all the rot and decay.
Before paranormal had its way with modern readers,bad witches were always old hags. Midwives, women with knowledge, and women who didn’t give a damn anymore–who let it all hang out. Women who weren’t self-sacrifical. They offered their help, yes, but for a price. That’s some potent ju-ju up the nose of the patriarchy.
At any rate, I invite you to ride off this fall across the harvest moon on your broomstick. Unleashing ones inner hag feels glorious and slinky–it’s like slipping into a bed with clean sheets just after shaving your legs. Yet this season is seriously unsung in terms of anthem songs. To help you celebrate, I’ve assembled an ultra-cool list of songs below. Listen to these tunes and you’ll be ready to lament, wail, and summon up any creatures from the inky reaches of night that your rotten old heart desires.
We of course, are ready to array ourselves in full shiver mode, going through the final stages of getting our first anthology ready for release. Boo-ya! And our anthology is available for pre-order! Isn’t that exciting?
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Season of the Witch by Donovan
Witchy Woman by the Eagles
I Put A Spell On You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
Time of the Season by The Zombies
House of the Rising Sun by The Animals