Creative writing

In October I attended a Hay House course on being an author – as someone with 2 self-published books under my belt (and a third on the way), I considered that all that’s missing is a publisher! but recently I have wondered whether these ‘making science understandable’ type books are not what I will approach in this course. I have occasionally written blogs on various famous people who have suffered some form of childhood trauma and how that has impacted their lives. Firstly there was Virginia Woolf, writer of such immense talent, but who ended her life prematurely when her depression, which had dogged her early life, overtook her.

Then there was J Krishnamurti, writer, spiritual guide and teacher, who founded various centres around the world dedicated to his philosophy. Reading his biography, several details struck me: born in India but brought to England for ‘education’ by the head of a spiritualist church xx, who found him to have the ‘clearest aura’ he had ever seen. There was some scandal around this man before – he had often been around young boys and men, and although nothing was ever proven to  modern day standards, there is a hint of a paedophile of some sort. In his late teens Krishnamurti seems to have endured strange ‘spells’ of muteness and headaches (a classic symptom of some trauma). His roubles may have started much earlier; his upbringing was so poor, when his mother died, he was sent to a school a long way away where he and his brother had some very difficult experiences. He hated school and even ran away. This is not alluded to at all in the biography which was cobbled together from very limited documents. I wondered if these experiences may also explain why, with the incredible knowledge and intellect, he managed to not have a very satisfactory relationship life; the woman he was in love with was married to another and he never seems to have outgrown that attachment.

Finally, to coincide with the release of the letters of poet Sylvia Plath (February 1963), I have cause to reflect on her similarly tragic death (of suicide after the breakdown of her marriage to poet Howard Hughes). She was probably the greatest poet of the 20th Century but her early ending meant she never saw the success she was due in her lifetime. Her posthoumusly published collection Ariel