Thanks for sharing, Ella. I love the Bob Dylan finding yourself vs creating yourself. So true.
I also love Joan Diddian's: memories are quick to be forgotten (totally summarized).
When I was driving to Arizona last year to be with my mom on her walk towards death (morbid but true), I started to write a story about heartbreak. Since I was driving, I couldn't actually write it, but I thought it out loud for hours - working through the draft and editing portions, changing the order things, how the story unfolded. I knew I would eventually write it down. It was so good. Full of beauty and vulnerability and humor and insight. I "wrote" about the first heartbreak that I remembered (Chris McCoy) and then traced it back to early heart-racing (fingers almost touching in a movie theatre) and then heart-aching - (not getting that cookie I wanted. Not having children).
I remebered a lot on that drive and the memories created words that wove together magically. I cried, I laughed, and I learned things about myself in the telling of that story.
I never wrote it down.
I didnt realize that by the time I got to Arizona, the very heart that I had been "writing" about would slowly fall to pieces as I lived in my mother's death.
I will never get that story back.
I am no longer in that emotional space. I can't find those words. I can't remember the rhythm, the cadence, the chronology- the point. I can't re-read that story, feel the tenderness again, laugh like I did. Because I didn't write it down.
I am so glad you wrote this and shared it. Thank you! I am so looking forward to reading more.
ella omg this is so so so eloquent and smart and i can’t wait for more! you have a way with speaking clearly and deliberately - which i have known since early on in our friendship - so to see the words on the page and hear them (in my head) in your voice is really very groovy.
Thanks for sharing, Ella. I love the Bob Dylan finding yourself vs creating yourself. So true.
I also love Joan Diddian's: memories are quick to be forgotten (totally summarized).
When I was driving to Arizona last year to be with my mom on her walk towards death (morbid but true), I started to write a story about heartbreak. Since I was driving, I couldn't actually write it, but I thought it out loud for hours - working through the draft and editing portions, changing the order things, how the story unfolded. I knew I would eventually write it down. It was so good. Full of beauty and vulnerability and humor and insight. I "wrote" about the first heartbreak that I remembered (Chris McCoy) and then traced it back to early heart-racing (fingers almost touching in a movie theatre) and then heart-aching - (not getting that cookie I wanted. Not having children).
I remebered a lot on that drive and the memories created words that wove together magically. I cried, I laughed, and I learned things about myself in the telling of that story.
I never wrote it down.
I didnt realize that by the time I got to Arizona, the very heart that I had been "writing" about would slowly fall to pieces as I lived in my mother's death.
I will never get that story back.
I am no longer in that emotional space. I can't find those words. I can't remember the rhythm, the cadence, the chronology- the point. I can't re-read that story, feel the tenderness again, laugh like I did. Because I didn't write it down.
I am so glad you wrote this and shared it. Thank you! I am so looking forward to reading more.
this will be SICK
I love this Ella! You’re a beautiful writer and you always have been. I can’t wait to see more of your work, you’re amazing!
I love this and I love you! Your voice is such a wonderful read Ms Ella Hardie. I hope you keep doing you :) -Ying (idk if this will post anonymously)
What a refreshing experience it is to meet written Ella Hardie.
made an account for this, and have so much to say but regardless I WILL BE READING :) super excited
the voice of our generation
MADDIE THANK YOU!!!
ur literally incredible like
real
ella omg this is so so so eloquent and smart and i can’t wait for more! you have a way with speaking clearly and deliberately - which i have known since early on in our friendship - so to see the words on the page and hear them (in my head) in your voice is really very groovy.
holding my breath for more. xox
This was a joy to read I love you