Letters to Grandfather

A semi-autobiographical story. Sarah Phillips's grandfather has just passed away. She copes with the loss by writing in a diary like she is writing to him.


5. 27 September 2013

Dear Grandad

School’s been keeping me busy, which is what I want.  Professor Petersen is really pushing us to squeeze even 100 words out onto paper, particularly when we don’t feel like writing or we have writer’s block.  Dad says it’s good practise for when we need to write something on demand if any of us want to write professionally.

I actually had an idea for a story, though it’s difficult committing my thoughts to paper.  No, that’s not accurate; it’s difficult to arrange thoughts into a coherent story.

I’ll not be sharing my idea, as I read in an online article for writers that if one talks about a novel or story they have been writing about before it’s finished, it tends to take away the writer’s enthusiasm for the story.  Looking back, I think that’s why I’ve started writing stories and then gone away and never finished them.

Anyway, I had lunch today with my friend, Regina King.  I know I’ve mentioned her before, though I don’t remember if I’ve told you how we met.  Regina, or Gina as I sometimes call her, is a postgraduate psychology student, and in fact she was the one who suggested that I start writing in a diary.  I literally bumped into her at the university’s Postgraduate Fair, we got chatting and really hit off and we decided to keep in touch.

We’re both in the Creative Writing Club.  She said it’s a good creative outlet, as opposed to the technical and theoretical articles that she has to read and write about for class.

Back to the lunch; we ate in the Student Union bar.  It’s a bit noisy, but the food there isn’t bad at all.  I ordered a Lasagne with potato wedges and a side salad whilst Regina had a Shepherd’s Pie with salad, and then we shared a dessert, scoops of chocolate and coffee ice-cream with chocolate sauce and marshmallows.

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon in the library writing part of my assignments, which was reading the set textbook and writing a short piece that had to include ‘music or a musical instrument’ in some way.

Well, the weekend’s up again.  But this time I’ve no plans to go out, so I’ll be at home working on my assignments and my story.




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