Writing: The Process

Idea: Sleep
First step: Random words associated with the idea
Second step: Build each word into a list of phrases
Third step: Build the phrases into sentences

At some point, your thoughts will springboard into a creative writing process
and you can move safely away from the structured approach. When this happens,
run with it. When the running with it runs out, stop and return to your lists
for more inspiration.

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Homelessness

In Mudgee NSW

There are people sleeping in Mudgee tonight on the streets. People who can't get a house. A lot of people do pick on them. In Sydney there are a lot of people in working clothes who are camping under the bridge.

One time I ran away. When my mum was alive and I got cranky and went in my room, got dressed in my overalls, and camped in my ute. I camped around Mudgee. It was winter time but I had a blanket with me. I drove out of town on the out of town road. I parked on the side of the road. It was a little bit scary but I was used to it. I think I only stayed out there for the night. While I was out there my family started to settle down. I went to work the next day.

I was working for Dad, and he came and told me that he said something to my friend. He asked me to come home. He said Mum was a bit upset too.

The next time it happened was the week that my Mum passed away. I slept in the ute for about a week, because my aunty thought she could take my Mum’s place.  Dad spoke up for me and said he's only got one Mum. I was sleeping in the ute but I was still going out to work.

Sometimes it was parked out on the road out of town, sometimes it was out near the old sale yards. On a Friday I decided to go home and have a shower because I hadn’t had a shower for a week. Then another fellow came and got me and said I told him the truth why you were sleeping in the ute.  I was still going to work and everything. They needed me to do the deliveries. Some of the customers said “Oh, we saw you out sleeping in the ute.”

I just felt that I could go home at any time but that I didn’t want to. Not everyone has that choice. They just stay outside, and sometimes they get into fights. Someone rings the Police, and people end up sleeping in the park.

When I think about homeless people and I see people who don’t care it brings up for me when I was staying in the ute. So many people have no house to stay in. They’ve got no family. No-one to talk to.

My lady is away working. It’s been a while since I saw her. But she phoned this morning to say good morning.  I felt happy, and it’s comforting to have someone in your life who cares. Not everyone is that lucky. This is my story and I can only say I’m lucky to have my family and I don’t have to sleep in my ute every night.

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