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Saturday | Furtive11
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Skulking, writing, thinking, but mostly skulking. March 26, 2014. We clink our drywhitewines and look at each other. 8216;Happy Birthday.’. 8216;Happy Birthday.’. The crowded caf é noise swills around us. I look at the tiles, the clock, wipe at my cheeks, swear. Rachel. Laughs. It is a shaky laugh. I look at the grain of the wood table, back at her. Emboldened by the wine, a little wobbly, we give chocolate cake. To the Porters and try to explain. Tara Louise Few 1968-2013. The Writing Process Blog Tour.
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Anniversary (in memory of Tara Few, 22.03.68 – 11.08.13) | Furtive11
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Skulking, writing, thinking, but mostly skulking. Anniversary (in memory of Tara Few, 22.03.68 – 11.08.13). August 11, 2014. August 11, 2014. This weekend, clouds like great, grey loaves roll across the sky. A lightning fork appears to touch the wood I’m heading for. At night, a beam of light. Now green, now blue-white, slants up into the sky. And last night, that moon! Her name means ‘Queen’ in Irish Gaelic. And in Sanskrit, star. And remember what Fawzia. Posted in East London. Enter your comment here.
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Skulking, writing, thinking, but mostly skulking. August 11, 2015. August 10, 2015. Sometimes it seems as if I’ve been missing her for such a long time. Time stretches out and I can’t remember what it was like to talk to her, or what we talked about, or even how she moved, where she was sitting. The last time I saw Tara seems so long ago. It seems so long ago that sometimes, I can’t really believe she existed. Felt, what a dick. It’s a good memory to have. I miss her. July 22, 2015. July 22, 2015. Do: as...
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Prose (fiction) | Furtive11
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Skulking, writing, thinking, but mostly skulking. A version of this story was shortlisted for the 2014 Bridport Prize. Someone was singing out of tune and very loudly. You could tell it was bad because the choir kept trying to look round the vicar. Judy leant on my arm where we both held the hymn book. I’m not laughing. I stretched my thumb along the bottom of the page. I could feel her pulling the book; a slight, insistent pressure. Out in the sun, we stood on the edge of the group and watched them....
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Oh, MEMORY! | Furtive11
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Skulking, writing, thinking, but mostly skulking. September 25, 2013. 8216;Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.’. But in trying to remember my dear friend and her life, and those songs which were so important, I made a really fundamental error – and oh, Memory, what a story-teller you are. Anything to create something circular, or patterned or neat. When I wrote about Tara. Four Songs (Part Four). January 12, 2014 at 3:01 pm.
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Four Songs (Part Three) | Furtive11
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Skulking, writing, thinking, but mostly skulking. Four Songs (Part Three). September 14, 2013. September 14, 2013. 3 ‘The Next Life’, Suede (. She’d met someone. Met Someone. At a party, and it was different. He was an actor, she told me, and was really into music. I heard A LOT about his physical attractiveness. Four Songs (Part 2). Four Songs (Part Four). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:. Address never made public).
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… and you’re back in the room | Furtive11
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Skulking, writing, thinking, but mostly skulking. 8230; and you’re back in the room. June 19, 2015. So, every so often I look at the September page on the calendar and remind myself: In September I will be submitting my thesis. Me. No one else. I wish I could give you an ending to this post that made a point or had a lesson or something. Just…. hello, I’m still here, I’m sorry I haven’t written in a while. And still the damn PhD isn’t finished. June 19, 2015 at 2:28 pm. June 20, 2015 at 1:35 pm. And mayb...
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The Writing Process Blog Tour | Furtive11
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Skulking, writing, thinking, but mostly skulking. The Writing Process Blog Tour. May 5, 2014. What am I working on? I laughed rather bitterly when I saw this question, because for a while I wasn’t working on anything. I should have been: I’m in the last year or so of a PhD in Creative and Critical Writing at UEA. And I’ll need to submit my thesis if I want something to show for it. But one of my closest friends died suddenly in August 2013, and it has, frankly, stopped me in my tracks. I could tell you w...
