Time and tide wait for no woman
Time and tide wait for no woman…. Just occasionally – Not at all often, I am pleased to note – I encounter comments about my book, ‘Trapped’ along the lines of ‘miserable book, miserable git’ or words to that effect. Not that I mind – different strokes for different folks; and these days I’m more likely to smile at that, than get upset.
‘Trapped’ took me four years or so to write, and was first published in hardback in 2014. In the intervening period my hopes, attitudes and beliefs have undergone several revolutions. I guess I’m hardly an impartial witness, though readers can also scan my web content to find my second book, ‘Happiness Matters’ a modest tome about how to be happy. So I can’t be that much of a miserable git these days. The test would be whether such comments as these reduce me to an indignant, grumbling mess. They don’t.
What we are, who we are and what we think about what matters in life, are facets that are constantly evolving. There is not much I would wish to alter about my books, or my writing, but all things change, and writing ‘Trapped’, my sincere attempt to reflect on my first forty years of life, changed me, and changed my attitudes to life in general, and my life in particular. I learned a lot from the process, mostly, about the importance of doing our best, and of being as happy as possible more of the time. Valuable lessons that have empowered me to move forward. I can’t say I would write or do anything else differently, or speculate how my life might have turned out if I had opted to become a visual artist, say, or stayed on working as a solicitor.
The publishing industry calls memoir, ‘narrative non-fiction’ which is a very polite way of saying that the content is largely true, but reads like a novel and will probably contain some plot holes and a few examples of poetic license. But after ten years, the truths that held true when we first wrote THE END to finish our memoir, have probably changed, as will the authors themselves.