Autumn is upon us.🌲🌳 Autumn – more than any other time of the year – gets my mind going. (And I know I’m hardly unique in that sense.) Recently October especially does more than ever: My mother and my uncle – sister and brother – died exactly 2 weeks apart in October 2015. (He the 12th; she the 26th: I kinda now hate this month.)
It’s well-known that authors often “use” their writing to make their personal points and “borrow” in varying degrees from their own lives and experiences for their “fiction.” I do so. I make no secret of that.
I’ve also learned since my first novel in 2013 that with the passage of time we may even forget what we’ve written. For example, in preparing the shortly to be released Trilogy (my first three books to be published in one massive paperback volume), I’ve been rereading parts of them that I have not read in some time. Honestly sometimes I think: “Geez, did I really write [about] that?”👨🏻💻😄
A huge void has appeared in my existence: I miss a closeness with my mother and with my uncle that I have nowhere else. I can’t really chat with my dad or with my sister as I could with them. And I don’t like to burden my wife.
What life throws at us. We never know what will happen. I wrote scenes like that during 2012-15 not even imagining October 2015.
I had thought I was writing with them still to be around for years to come. Abruptly we had the rug pulled out from under all of us. Suddenly those novels had become, in a way, in my mind, literary tributes.
I’m now so pleased I wrote so much of such things down as I did while they still lived.
It feels as well increasingly like a curtain is coming down on a personal writing era and time of life for me. A cousin in the USA commented on my Insta last night that she can’t believe it has been 3 years. I noted back that, for me, it feels as if there is life before October 2015, and there is now life since.
There is nothing to do now but move on fully in all respects. We never have a choice in the matter regardless. And in the words of Long Island’s Billy Joel, my late mom’s favorite singer: “The good old days weren’t always good; and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems.”
Thanks for reading.😊 Have a pleasant weekend, wherever you are in the world.🌎🙋🏻♂️🇬🇧