Friday, September 07, 2012
Emerging from the Dark
That was a long cold dark journey but like the lotus flower I am rising up out of the deep mud and opening into the light. To put it mildly, life knocked the stuffing out of me. What with book deals falling apart (my NY editor was fired and the Canadians were too fearful to go it alone) and a major film deal cancelled (the producer's accountant robbed him blind) I found myself, like Dante, wandering through a dark wood more than half-way through my life. And then, worst of all, my dearest friend in Toronto, whose house is the setting for Dana's home in The Book of Dreams, died suddenly just two weeks after I visited her for her 70th birthday. (She actually appears as a character in my new adult work People of the Great Journey which is being read at the moment by several publishers. We didn't take up the one offer to date as it was ebook only). So 2011 was the Year of Hell and it spilled well into 2012. My heart was broken. I couldn't write. Now I have done a Leonard Cohen. I am working and living in a Buddhist Centre in the heart of the Irish countryside and loving every minute of it. Will be off to India in December to attend the teachings of the Dalai Lama and then Mongolia next year. I'm not writing at the moment but I am taking notes. The darkest hour is just before the dawn.