May 24th saw my month in the greek sunshine. Four weeks of quiet and solitude amongst the ancient olive groves of Northern Kefalonia. My aim here was to write my story as explained in my last post and what a setting I had to write all this. An old farmhouse, lovingly restored, plenty of land , fantastic views and my own chickens
I write “morning” pages and have done so for nearly a decade, so used to expressing what is going on for me, so I thought writing a book about my life would be easy.
Fist I went headlong in, typing in word on my laptop, the words and memories just flooded page after page. Exciting or what, as one memory was written down another came to the for and after writing almost daily for a couple of hours I had written 35,000 words and still only reached ten years old. Since my return I am still writing, trying to put my life in its historical setting and the whole process now seems one of “layering”, going back over and adding life’s memories from all vantage points. I am now nearing 60,000 words an 13 years old, its 1962 and threw myself headlong into the 60’s lifestyle when every social norm was challenged, clothing, music, drugs, sexuality, formalities, schooling and dress. The rigid culture of the past decades could no longer be contained, and the call for greater individual freedom broke free. Youth found a voice and every social constraint was there to be broken from Racism to Sexism. Everything was turned on its head, thrown up in the air, and the repercussions of this are still being felt today
Without setting out any real structure before I began only the need to express all this right now , I am finding it rather unwieldy, trawling all these words, to check continuity, tracking my revisions is not easy and perhaps in hindsight I should have done some research on “how” to write a book first. My personality is such, that when the passion comes to give birth to a creation I have to make a start right then and there.