Swimming away from grief
I tried to swim back to happiness (and away from grief)…
Beneath the Innocent Child in Prayer
I wrote this as a competition entry this month. The brief was to write about the discovery of a dead body for any type of character. It was inspired by a morning I spent at the Lady Lever Gallery. There was a meditator but the rest is fiction…
A new project
I can feel the enthusiasm bubble up through my chest and into my cheekbones. I rub my hands together and clasp them close to my beaming face. I burble and chirrup with excitement as I scribble notes about how I’m going to do it and what the steps will be.
The Bloody Aftermath
Last week the kids of Crawford College North Coast took us over the finish line in terms of collecting 364 units of blood for The Bloody Birthday Challenge. For me personally, though I wasn’t only looking for blood, I also set up the challenge to try and heal...Will they be forgotten
Chris shared some of his writing with me this morning:
Hardship hasn’t make me a better person.
Our shelves are bursting with “I am a victim off…” stories. These stories are important. They let the author tell their own story and they let us, vicariously, live it too. We seem, though, to have blurred the lines between what is entertaining/educational and what is instruction.
