One thing the Babe and I enjoy about Sunday mornings, after the news is over and the political shows begin, is turning over to the CBS Sunday Morning program. We’ve caught some great interviews of people, heard wonderful music, and learned things about parts of life we may never learn in regular life.
Today was no exception. British author Ian McEwan was interviewed, so of course, I had to see and hear it all. I even stopped the live airing, and started the interview over to take notes.
I’ve never read one of his books, and now I’ve probably got another eighteen novels to add to my Goodreads “Want to Read” list of books. In his 52 years of publishing novels, he says he’s lost count of all the novels, short stories, and other things he’s written. He showed the reporter his green spiral notebook, where he scribbles his thoughts, claiming, “It’s just a mess.”
That caused me to smile.
When asked about how he was drawn into the life of a writer, he said his passion for reading led him to write. I love that. It seems that is the answer many writers give, and I think it’s true. I’ve always loved to write.
It didn’t matter if it was an essay in school (I know, it’s a little weird), a story my elementary school friend Toni Altic Freis and I used to write, or a report for school. I wrote reports for college with a passion, and always felt I could do a children’s book. It’s illustrated, but not finished yet.
Back to Ian McEwan. He says he has resisted the urge to use his own life experiences and events as a plotline. He doesn’t give a reason for that. I can tell you it’s hard when some of the people are still alive. You may be concerned about what the others think if their character may be a villanous creature, or a no-good person. They should have been nicer to you before this. Then they wouldn’t have a guilty conscience. They can just get over themselves.
McEwan has written about some very dark issues, including child sexual abuse and incest. He says, “I can never explain away the darkness I sometimes write. I believe it is exploring the human condition by playing out our worst fears.” I can appreciate that. He is optimistic reading will make a comeback. I hope so. I think it’s one of the joys of life, and pray I’m spared from the fate of macular degeneration Mom has. I couldn’t exist without reading. And being able to hear. That would be torture for me. No reading or hearing music.
He also shared he will never stop writing. He says he still devotes 12-14-16 hours a day to it. While that sounds like a lot, it includes rambling with his high energy dog around his English estate, and other things related to writing, namely, reading. What a way to spend your days!
I am headed to work on my quilt again. There is a lot to do, and I’m behind. And tomorrow starts NaNoWriMo. Sewing, quilting, and doing household stuff. November will fly by, too, won’t it? Have a beautiful afternoon and know we’re thinking about a lot of things and how to proceed. We all are, aren’t we? Life is a daring adventure, or it is nothing. Helen Keller knew what she was talking about, didn’t she? See you tomorrow.