reposted here, originally posted on http://marycronin.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/not-sure-what-to-do-about-mary-but-it-wont-be-written-down/
Mary was a part of my life for so long, but didn’t get round to writing her whole story down on paper. There exists a short story about Mary Cronin called Morrigan Mary which can be found in the short story section at http://sukeymacki.posterous.com/, warning though it is not a pretty romantic tale, this girl is desperate and has no hope, it’s powerful only in it’s shock value. It was the first short story I wrote after a twenty year abyss. I was in a place of no hope when I wrote it. From that came the idea that even in desperation there has to be hope, this took Mary on many jaunts, being homeless and getting out in various forms including death, being abused and abusive and getting out in various forms including education, pregnancy and death. Mary was finally going to have a story for her in this blog, as a scrawny, malnutritioned, neglected child through various trials, as Morrigan the goddess within her surfaced more and more until she blossomed into the girl she is today.
But, and that is the clincher, but I have grown spiritually so much since first meeting the character Mary that I find I can’t continue. The reasons are many:
The concept of goddesses and gods – can’t go there anymore
the language needed in the place she is – can’t go there anymore
the girl and her decisions – can’t go there anymore
I can’t write about the hopelessness without a glimmer of hope
but most of –
The people, the characters I based on real people are still in that situation. “Mary” herself is no longer the fourteen year old girl, befriended …
And the story is not mine, it is too painful to write. Morrigan Mary – I shall always love you and your tenacity of life in the most difficult of situations.