The Other Me
‘Epilogue’ i. As I stepped into my new life, I settled into a routine: work; come home and work on revising whatever I’d just finished; make dinner and wash up; then work on something new in writing. Every now and again I would catch up with friends. It wasn’t much, but it was more than I’d ever had. One night I had just made dinner when a friend I’d studied with messaged me that a mutual friend had taken his own life – a young guy, in his mid-twenties, smart, witty, handsome, and talented. He’d even written a novel, which he had told me in the past he was slowly…
The Other Me
‘The Other Me’ ii. A manuscript I entered in a competition won one of eight places to fly down to Queensland, and be involved in a Program run by a big publisher that included writing workshops, feedback on the manuscript, and one on one time with the publisher, as well as the invitation to resubmit the manuscript after it had been revised. The moment I learned I’d won, my closest and oldest friend, my anxiety, exploded in my face. Dr Warren had posed I might need surgery to remove the disc in my troublesome neck. As usual, my anxiety played out the worst case scenarios: the disc was just holding…