Heather Wielding

Biography

Where I live, fairies still fly. Dragons soar the skies, and the morning mist turns light into rainbows.

Where I live, dreams are never far from reality. Dancing on the border of daylight and darkness, I write down what I see, what I hear, what turns my soul and burns my flesh.

Where I live, nightmares are never far from fairytales.

Born on a Sunday morning, I am a child of lazy days and lustruos nights. Laughter is never far from my lips, pleasure is never far from my touch.

Take my hand, come with me. Run by my side to the other side, to the dark side of the moon, into the darkness, where butterflies flutter as the wolves cry into the souls of all those who were born for this.

For the lazy Sunday mornings when all you have to do is close your eyes, and dream.

Smashwords Interview

Who is this Heather Wielding? Is that even your real name?
Heather Wielding isn't my given name. It is a name I chose for myself as I decided to write in English. The initials, HW, have travelled with me a long time, and I wanted to incorporate them in my new name. Heather was a given: it is my favorite of female names, and I like to identify myself with the strong yet delicate flower it represents. The surname took a bit more thinking. I wanted it strong, powerful, something associated with steel and blade. As I settled with Wielding, I turned the names around, and liked what I saw. Wielding, Heather. The story of my life: alone against the world, armed with a delicate flower.

I am a Finnish fantasy writer, designer and musician. Wife of a talented musician/photographer, lady of the Shadowland Manor, Mother of stories, First to my name.
When did you first start writing?
I learned to read and write at the average age of six. As soon as I found the joy of stories, I started making up my own: most stories I read ended just as I was getting interested, so I had to make sequels for them. At first they were the stories of a little girl, the adventures and mishaps of My Little Ponies, but later, they evolved into something more sinister.

I've written since I learned how to hold a pencil, and finished my first real book when I was twenty-two. Most of my life is spent in books, with words creating beauty, pain, terror and bliss. I sometimes feel I am most alive when I'm writing, most real when I'm breathing in the air of worlds I see with my mind's eye.
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Books

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Smashwords book reviews by Heather Wielding

  • Bunnies on April 19, 2011
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    Zombies are a bit of a cliche, zombie bunnehs a bit of a stretch. It could have worked, had you made the changes between characters clearer, and given the bunnies more purpose. Now this seemed like it was trying too hard, trying to be horror just for the sake of it. There was no warmth between the lines. I could feel no fire. Passion, yes, but fire, no. And typos. Many typos.
  • Everyone's A Critic on April 19, 2011
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    I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine. He's called "comma". I suggest you get to know him, well and thoroughly. The story in itself was, in a way, every writers' dream: get everything you wish for by just typing it. Ah, the bliss. But the execution lacked both finesse and charm. As a casual reader I wasn't drawn in, and as a girl, I found the writer a touch appalling. I sensed no life. No charm. And the title... well.
  • A Fairy Tale on April 20, 2011
    (no rating)
    A pretty story, cute and warm, but what happened then? It ended abruptly, seeming almost unfinished. I would have liked to know more, more of the man's life, more of the fairy's life, of the way they entwined together, of their hopes and dreams and passion, since they obviously both were creatures of great emotion. Now the story seemed thin, less than it could have been. It scraped the surface of hidden depths, leaving too much to the imagination of the reader.
  • Welcome to Midnight on April 20, 2011
    (no rating)
    Thoroughly enjoyable, thrilling in it's nightmarishness. The only thing that bothered me was that Brian didn't seem British enough. And there were a few typos that took some of the awe away. But in all, a very good story, well-written, captivating, and twisted enough to leave you wondering if it could really be.