Hi, I’m Anita.

I’m a visual artist and writer, and live in a nineteenth-century townhouse in the centre of the medieval town of Arnhem in the Netherlands with my husband and many, many books.

If you want to see my art, click on the button at the top right-hand corner of this page. If it’s my writing you’re after, then you’ve come to the right place. I’ve written a novel which I’m querying at the moment. It’s set in the Gothic country house where I grew up in Ireland, and is a speculative novel inspired by Irish folklore and history, and written for adults. The structure of my novel is reminiscent of The Silent Companions and the themes of The Essex Serpent. Please send me an email to read my pitch.

If you want to read some of my short stories, click on Writing portfolio in the menu or if you want to know more about my achievements, see my cv. You can follow me on Twitter (@AnitaSalemink) or subscribe to my newsletter to get updates about my writing. For questions, please fill out the contact form, and I’ll get right back to you.


What others have said about my writing


The Literary Consultancy

"Your sample material is alive with imagination, abounds with stylistically creative flourishes and is suffused with atmosphere from the first page to last."



Transatlantic Literary Consultancy

"Your writing is highly accomplished and you've got a fascinating double narrative (or triple narrative, if you count the folktale)."

Blue Pencil Agency

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"Your story is incredibly imaginative and unique"

Writing portfolio

Short stories and writing samples

Wild Children

In Kilfinane we were known as wild children. And maybe we really were. What should have been another summer camping trip turned into something completely different. On the first night after arriving in Ireland my Continue Reading...

The Last Sense To Go

I’m not here. Well, to them, I’m not. And even that isn’t true. I’m here all right, there on the wall; my face contorted, a close-up made the moment he pierced the artery in my Continue Reading...

My Winter Face

When I was six, my parents told me we were going on a holiday to meet my mother’s parents, my Opa and Oma Australia, who lived on the other side of the world.  ‘Where it Continue Reading...


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