NaPoWriMo 4.21: Entrance Only

We were at a funeral yesterday and I wrote something about waiting to go to such a ceremony at a crematorium – and also touching on them as spaces (hence the title above).

There’s certainly something there I’d like to develop: funerals are of course an intense, shared, human experience – but there’s also the curious nature of the edge-of-town hinterland quality of crematoria.

It’s a peculiarly Victorian industrial process, even though this one was very well designed (much less of a sense of being ‘processed’ than some).

So again NaPoWriMo-wise: There Are Currently No Animals in This Enclosure. They’re off elsewhere, being preened and fed up, to be released into the Wilds of journals, magazines and competitions.


I’ll continue sharing elements of the process of writing – just to affirm that I am writing every day and this year (perhaps more than any other) finding that discipline immensely rich.


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