“I worked with the creative writer on six photographic essays. At the beginning, I did not know if I would manage it but the creative writer worked with me to help draw it out. Sometimes I don’t know how I managed to do it all. I have achieved so much here and it has made me feel part of something again.” Outpatient
Creative writing is available to patients who are interested in fictional writing, poetry or autobiographical work, and for those who would like help to write a significant letter to a loved one.
Our creative writer will support you to discover your own writing style and form, and works one-to-one in private sessions that support individual expression.
The writing process starts from an initial informal conversation, during which priorities are identified by the patient.
People often become enthusiastic when they see how wide the options are regarding form and content, and with guidance and careful questioning, subject matter is usually pinned down within the first session.
Here is an extract from Life Through a Lens: Seven Photographic Essays with Accompanying Images by Lorraine McCarry:
That day I was like a kid with a new toy. My brother John and I went to Dunure, which is a favourite place. It reminds me of going there when I was very young. My Granda loved Dunure. I too feel it is special, but between you and me I think it was the wee Inn that he liked. He came from County Mayo in Ireland so maybe Dunure reminded him of home.
When we got there that day a few years ago, I didn’t feel that disappointed that I couldn’t climb round the castle as I used to do. I was content to sit on a bench or rock, watch John, and take photos.
It’s such an easy place to be in.The sea that day was crashing against the rocks and if you got too close you got wet. But it was just so
The sea that day was crashing against the rocks and if you got too close you got wet. But it was just so beautiful, watching the waves get higher and higher; it was just like a game of musical chairs, one after the other. I also see it like musical notes as you see them on the page. I used to love drawing out the notes when I was young – up and down. So I had to get closer and John was none too pleased. The tide was coming in, you know that way when you look away and the next thing you know it’s over your feet.
I spent the day capturing the waves. I do love the sea but I have a fear of it as well. You have to respect it. But the sea is so gorgeous.
In my photo the darkness of the rocks against the blue sea is mesmerizing and even though the waves were crashing onto the rocks it wasn’t frightening, it was more playful than frightening. You wanted to be down there below the old pier. I didn’t want to leave at all. I wanted to stay there forever.
You know when you see something in slow motion? The drops just seem to slowly fall on the rocks. I haven’t seen that since but I see it in my photograph.
Living in the moment. Taking out of it what’s there. The moon and its connection to the tides.
We had dinner at the Inn, in the courtyard; it’s so peaceful, relaxing, a suntrap, and the birds were singing on the roof and hopping up to the chimney.
Eventually, we had to go home.