Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I have been going through yet another period of hiding out – my mobile phone switched off, my home phone off the hook, a couple of hundred emails left unanswered – as I finish writing a sample chapter for the publisher that invited me to submit a proposal for a non-fiction book. It hasn't been easy. I'm not a natural story-teller, even less so when the story is long, complicated and emotionally provocative. It has taken me much longer than I expected to order my thoughts and find the right words to make them not just coherent but also vivid enough for someone else to read.I've edited hundreds of images to accompany the words and ended up with a dozen pages containing around fifty photographs, each dated, captioned and credited. As tedious as this was, it was nothing compared to the writing. I sat up until 3.30am, combing scores of image files on my laptop as I half-watched old movies on cable with the sound turned down and listened to random tracks on iTunes.Meanwhile, in the outside world, the blog, Art Is Moving, has published another excerpt from my autobiographical essay, Life Study. If you missed it in the GRIFFITH Review, the first time around, or here, read it there.