Eda Gunaydin
Loss Statement
Eileen Chong sends in this essay about writing grinding to a halt during lockdown: 'I really enjoyed the humanism and groundedness, as always, of Eda Gunaydin’s essay on not writing – which as we all know is an essential aspect of writing.'
'During this period I have been incapable of doing anything: positively haemorrhaging cash, deadlines (which used to structure my day-to-day existence), and career goals (which used to propel me) feel distant and insubstantial. I develop the habit of weakly remarking about some missed deadline or another, "What are they gonna do, come to my house?"'
Gothic Body
We grew fat while she grew no thinner. Some days I’d return home from school to find her wearing a garbage bag like an ersatz pair of pants she had punctured holes in, cycling on the second-hand stationary bicycle my father bought her, trying to sweat the fat off her body. Other days, when my sister was a teen and I a tween, she took us to the pharmacy to buy my sister laxatives for her sudden weight gain.