Why I write?
The longer I am in the writing business, the more
I realise that important, significant writing has very little to do
with the intellectual ability to phrase and spell and cleverly manipulate
language. Important writing, writing that has the power to influence
and inspire, comes from the heart of the writer.
In the time leading up to the writing of my first
novel, it was as though I had no choice but to write. I was obsessed
with the idea of writing a novel, and I didn't know why. I just knew
that it was what I was meant to do. At that time I didn't consider myself
particularly stylish, or chique or sophisticated in my opinions and
lifestyle. I didn't even know whether what I would write would appeal
to anyone apart from myself. Nonetheless, I had to write.
It took a while for it to sink in, but eventually
I got the message - I wrote to give voice to my heart and spirit. I
continue to write, because the world still inspires me, and because
instead of dulling my curiosity, writing has just tickled my fancy more
and more. As I learn about humanity, human nature and the human spirit,
I realise that I have, as yet, only tipped the iceberg.
Through my writing, I have deepened my knowledge
of myself, and through my writing I have met my prejudices and my pre-conceived
ideas, I have stared them in the face and challenged them, and made
new decisions about the world. I know that by writing I have become
a more authentic person.
It was when I had come to this realisation that I
took the plunge and published. I wanted others to read and share my
discoveries. The Cloths of Heaven is a very special story. It is loosely
based on the experiences of my brother, Ciaran, who has cerebral palsy.
It was my way of understanding him, and by publishing, I pay tribute
to him, and thank him for letting me do this.