People have encouraged me to write a book for decades. I’ve had 100’s of ideas, but I never got around to it. I suppose life was just too chaotic to sit down and write, although I have journaled almost all of my life, so I found time somehow now didn’t I.
But this project, well, it appeals to me as a writer in so many ways, and it can be a legacy for those that care to know me. I suppose it is the perfect combination of my natural talent and my desire to be understood. But, I will be honest, it is mostly about a lost woman-child seeking to be seen and heard.
As I write this, I’m prompted by the Hemingway quote. I do write hard, and I will try to be clear about what hurts. I can see that the memories of my life, and the stories I’ve written over the years reflect the trials of my life, not the wild stories that are probably more interesting. I’m a Baby Boomer and grew up during the 50’s and 60’s, and trust me when I say, there are some wild stories I can tell about being an Astrologer and a Hippie.
Truth be told it was am amazing time of outrage and compassion. It’s always been a shame that real life intruded on all of us. There was a time I thought we could change the world into a more tolerant and loving place. Real life being what it is, that was naïve and foolish of us all, but we gave it a go at the time. Many died, so many were lost, and the rest succumbed to reality. As we Baby Boomers reach the end of our lives, it behooves us to tell our stories if we are able.
This book is not in any particular order. Each Chapter is a stand alone, and can be read without having to read any other chapter. It also has no chronological order. I wanted to make it an actual collection and not an autobiography. It was the only way I could wrap my head around this project and some of the more traumatic subjects.
So, if you notice that it meanders a bit from one chapter to another, you are right, it does jump around. Hopefully it will be more interesting that way. If not, oh well. The writer in me was trying to be original.
