by Lauren Carter | Mar 22, 2018 | Creativity, Family, Knitting, Process, Suicide, Tim, Writers, Writing Life
For the past few nights I’ve been waking up at 1:13 a.m. In the spare room, I’ve kept a sort of vigil – reading, thinking, crying, making lists of things I have to do, trying to make plans. If I’m lucky, I’ll write. On Saturday night, I...
by PDR-Kellie | Dec 14, 2017 | Creativity, Family, News, Novel, Poetry, Process, Seasons, Suicide, Teaching, Tim, Winter, Writers, Writing Life
So, it’s been a bit of a rough week, and I’ve got nothing to complain about. Apart from being closed up in my countryside cloister due to a broken-down car, great things have been happening. I’ve pretty much filled my pilot course (one spot is left,...
by PDR-Kellie | Nov 9, 2017 | Contemplations, Creativity, Family, Manitoba, Nature, Novel, Poetry, Prizes, Process, Suicide, Tim, Travel, Winnipeg, Writers, Writing Life
Last spring, and earlier, in the previous winter and fall, I wrote some poems about my brother. One came in the night, in a tent, camped on the rocky shore of the arm of Simonhouse Lake that leads into Second Cranberry as J. and I were pushing into wilderness on a...
by PDR-Kellie | Mar 30, 2017 | Alberta, Contemplations, Family, Poetry, Suicide, Writing Life
I woke at four this morning, and with night around me, the dark, quiet fields outside, I wrote for a little while. A couple of poems came out: one about the sleek black kitten who lives in the house we’re house-sitting on a hobby farm in Alberta, another to my...
by PDR-Kellie | Mar 23, 2017 | Contemplations, Creativity, Family, Novel, Process, Suicide, Writing Life
Grief is not linear. It does not come in stages. It loops back, squiggles forward, circles and dips. Like everyone says (everyone who’s been there, I mean), it comes in waves. Buried in novel revisions, focused on creating, I’ve been doing okay. But then I...
