Empty Space
It’s the empty space that’s the hardest. It lives in my heart, my head, my phone + at the end of the street. I want to walk down + talk to Mum.
It’s the empty space that’s the hardest. It lives in my heart, my head, my phone + at the end of the street. I want to walk down + talk to Mum.
Mum is peacefully sleeping now. Rousing, barely, to smile at the sound of her children talking, sharing stories.
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Musings from the heartI’ve been cheated. Mum will never be an old woman. Dad was never an old man. It’s the odd little things that catch me
I have really struggled with understanding what I need to write about this week. It seems much harder, which is probably a great reflection of the rollercoaster week it’s been.
One of the great joys of doing the RMIT Professional Writing and Editing Associate Degree program is the connections made. As a part of on of the Developing a Writing Project course, we have masterclasses with published graduates of the program. They are student-run panels with the author and graduate talking about their process, book and anything else on writing.
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Study, Writing, Writing tipsToday Mum is still like statue. She’s here but she’s not. Her body isn’t reading any signals to move and her face shows peace.
I dress her in her pretty shirt that she picked out, help her into a chair, put her tiny tub of Bircher muesli and cup of tea next to her and we both sit. Still. Like statues.
How do we define one day from the next when you are dying? How are you? It’s how we greet. Sometimes we care about the answer other times we don’t
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Musings from the heartKurt Vonnegut’s thesis of the story shape, and how the character’s ups and downs reveal the shape.
Kurt Vonnegut’s Shapes of Stories Read More »
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