Writing 101, Day Seventeen: Your Personality on the Page

What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own.

I have never tried a Diamante Poem before, so hope I have the structure right.

MY FEAR

DEATH
SUDDEN, BLOODY
DRIPPING, DRUNKEN, DYING,
DISASTER, CORPSE, KILLER, MISCHANCE
SCREAMING, NUMBED, CRYING
FEARFUL, DREAMLESS
LIFE

My biggest fear is that this accident could happen to me again. If it did, I fear for my sanity. I have not had any sort of counselling for this, so it lays dormant until I look at it. I have not felt the pain this bad for quite a long time. Perhaps, I should have let sleeping dogs lie.

For a newspaper clipping of this accident, go to this page.

Writing 101, Day Eleven: Size Matters

Today, tell us about the home you lived in when you were twelve. For your twist, pay attention to — and vary — your sentence lengths.

1967 – My eighth home: Dennert’s Road, Hamilton.

I’m not counting the times our family has lived with grandparents, nor the times we had to go to relatives during mum’s pregnancies – sometimes she would be so sick she couldn’t look after us.  I’m only counting the homes I can remember. Although I do not have any photographs from 1967, we still lived at Walker’s Farm in 1970 when dad gave me an old Box Brownie camera.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to do a full story and photographs again. For this long version, you will need to go to this page from the About Me menu. I’m a bit annoyed, as I have a full front-on photo somewhere, but can’t lay my hands on it just now.

It was a typical farm-house.  That’s it on the far right of the photo. A front and back veranda.

Taken half way along our short cut across the paddock to catch the school bus.