Ohhhh, how real life works, transformed in the guise of fiction -
that sorrow, that loss, rewritten as something beautiful -
I've lost two relatives and a close friend in the last 4 years. It's not all doom and gloom though ;- - This is how suffering is done
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Thanks for your fantastic comment @carolkean. You're right in what you say, it's the job of an artist, in whatever medium, to take their pain/suffering and effect a metamorphosis. Little bit of a Kafka reference going on there ;-) honestly, if I didn't have my writing to express the workings of subconscious I don't know what I'd do. Some people can talk these things out, I find that very difficult, but now and then I write something and afterwards see direct meaning in the story to certain things that have been happening in my life. It's really a joy when it happens, in uni I was always told writing shouldn't be therapy + this is true for the most part. I think the lecturers were saying that to try and discourage too much self indulgent clap-trap. But sometimes it just happens naturally, and in those instances I think it's ok to allow the subconscious to flex those muscles.