I’m going to make a confession. I’m a political animal.
The #LondonBridge terrorist attack last night has overset me even more than the Manchester incident two weeks ago. The cumulative effect of three incidents, I think. Unable to sleep last night, my brain is all mush. At five in the morning, I was full of outrage and hurt and at breakfast-time I could hardly put together a Facebook message to my son (who lives in Deptford). And, no, I had no real reason to be worried about him, but you do, don’t you? However, during the course of the day, I’ve been to church and done ordinary everyday things like cooking and putting up sticks for my runner beans. Practical tasks help. Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this.
I read a newspaper every day and I have political opinions.. Many of my stories, and most of my putative novels, have had a political slant. I’m calling them ‘historical’ because they relate to times gone by, although they are not really, as the official definition of historical fiction requires that fifty-plus years of water must have passed under the bridge. Some feature very recent events, like Tomatoes and Their Role in Brexit, my latest story on Alfie Dog Fiction. For each work, I’ve tried to achieve historical accuracy and reflect the thoughts and opinions of the times, also factors like weather. Do you remember how it rained cats and dogs in the lead-up to the EU Referendum last year?
I know writers who write to comfort themselves, to work themselves through bad periods in their lives. Many have written their best work whilst under intense stress – the World War 1 poets, for instance – but I can’t do it. I need a little time in which to reflect and consolidate, to deal with the emotion.
I’m trying very hard to carry on, as per the previous post. It’s hard. But right now I’m watching the News on television and hearing about the people who were there have had to deal with. I shall carry on. I shall write.
London Bridge will not fall down.