tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post2644040713639283569..comments2023-11-03T07:57:36.350+00:00Comments on Sarah's writing journal: THE TRUTH IN CUTTING AND STICKINGSarah Salwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08254413682817411906noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-81305418436328624752010-04-16T07:20:34.890+01:002010-04-16T07:20:34.890+01:00A lovely. tentative, thoughtful post evoking memor...A lovely. tentative, thoughtful post evoking memories to share. My mother died ten years ago and she seems to be getting younger and younger on her photos - but it's me, really, getting older and older. I hear her tones of approval when a book comes out or when one of my children does something interesting. My father died when I was nine, but still sometimes I feel his hand in mine, and - it being too large - his two end fingers tucked into the sleeve of my cardigan.<br />I think writing can be a very visual process. Collages are good for shaping up perception and looking for truth. When I start a novel there is lot of cutting and pastin involved. One year I covered a whole wall. <br />So very sorry for your loss, which must still be raw. wWendy Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03532817003318632539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-46054439789406346522010-04-15T22:45:01.707+01:002010-04-15T22:45:01.707+01:00Thanks to you both, Sue and Tinkerbell. Yes, the c...Thanks to you both, Sue and Tinkerbell. Yes, the collage was really good - and I see something different everytime I look too!Sarah Salwayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08254413682817411906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-18734099470158356932010-04-15T22:26:42.238+01:002010-04-15T22:26:42.238+01:00Sarah, sorry for the loss of your dad. Mine's ...Sarah, sorry for the loss of your dad. Mine's still around, but far away from where i live. i keep some childhood momentos ~ stuffed animal, if you can believe it ~ that are from him, they seem to embody him, hold a piece of his spirit. <br /><br />Collage is therapeutic. I never know how it will turn out. And it always turns our quite revealing. BTW I love 50-word stories ~ you've inspired me to write them. I love the exercise ~ it's like carving ... whittle away, leaving only the words that tell the story. And, oh such stories can be told in just 50 words!roxanne s. sukhanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16424834424208118694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-91962209713993307452010-04-15T21:00:14.478+01:002010-04-15T21:00:14.478+01:00A wonderful post, Sarah. Thanks for letting us in...A wonderful post, Sarah. Thanks for letting us into this part of your life. This sounds like an amazing workshop. I've heard of this sort of thing, but didn't know anyone who had actually done it. Sounds like something I'd love to do.Sue Guineyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13556228394020314560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-22723598179136971192010-04-15T12:41:37.314+01:002010-04-15T12:41:37.314+01:00Hello Susan, thank you and nice to see you here. S...Hello Susan, thank you and nice to see you here. Sorry about your loss too. Yes, it's the remembering that's important. And incorporating those memories into present and future too.Sarah Salwayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08254413682817411906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-38302377399531615092010-04-15T12:40:23.608+01:002010-04-15T12:40:23.608+01:00It may be, Kathryn - images certainly access somet...It may be, Kathryn - images certainly access something three dimensional for me. But in her latest book, Siri Hustvedt talks about how some people don't see in images but in words. Can't imagine that. (And thanks for reassurance I'm not completely hard-hearted!)Sarah Salwayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08254413682817411906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-67275645783064693892010-04-15T12:32:19.339+01:002010-04-15T12:32:19.339+01:00Hi Sarah--I am sorry to read that your father died...Hi Sarah--I am sorry to read that your father died. Mine died last year and I know how painful those sudden moments of grief can be. Still, they are also a way of remembering.Susan Tomlinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01532464326705599296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-19393785495819194742010-04-15T12:15:36.326+01:002010-04-15T12:15:36.326+01:00You're not the only one who does this, Sarah. ...You're not the only one who does this, Sarah. My father kept a log book of his amateur radio activities and the last words written in there were 'G6MLO logged off'. He died suddenly the next day and I often think about how this would make a great basis for a story! <br /><br />I'm not an artist but I'm drawn more and more to visual images and I think that's why I like the 50 word stories. I wonder if shorter stories are more closely related to pictures than say, novels?Kathryn's Daily Writing Workouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07670279549632058759noreply@blogger.com