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lee-romano-sequeira's picture
Feb.02.2011
“People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing.” ~ Will Rogers I’ll admit that quite a few things in life piss me off (rudeness to waitstaff, bad drivers, close-minded nitwits and racists) and sometimes my rage seems a bit over-the-top based on the situation at hand.  I attribute my short...
katherine-mcwilliams's picture
Aug.13.2010
Yesterday Barbara  died.  She was the mother of my friend, co-worker, and former roommate.  It was a long battle for her daughter, my friend.  We all have our hard times; this is hers.  However, I find, once again, that another's loss awakens my own.  Why did I pick up C.S. Lewis' A Grief Observed...
dorothy-hearst's picture
May.27.2009
It’s been 163 days since my best writing buddy died, and apparently what they say is true, even for me: death really does happen, and it’s forever, and you can’t do a damn thing about it.  And for awhile, I thought the words had gone as well, that I would never find my way back to the place where I...
sangay-glass's picture
Apr.08.2009
I've counseled many sad and blue writers during my nursing career, and as a writer, I've been there myself. Since writing a novel is essentially creating and breathing life into one or more characters, it's only natural to mourn their absence when they are no longer a part of your routine. The...
catherine-nagle's picture
Nov.14.2008
Love and the Will to Go On As I found, when grieving the loss of loved ones no matter the reason, there is a natural process that allows us to eventually heal. God helps us to come through the grieving process through prayer, and we eventually begin to understand that there really is no actual...
cliff-burns's picture
Jun.20.2008
I went through a grieving process after I completed So Dark the Night. I missed my two central characters--Cassandra Zinnea and Evgeny Nightstalk--like two old friends. For days after I finished the manuscript I waited to hear their voices, referee their exchanges. But they were silent. There was...