Readers of Her Mother’s Diary have asked me how I came to write the story… what was the starting point that triggered its genesis?
Here’s the answer. In my mind’s eye, I saw an ashtray in a dark and empty living room. It sat on the arm on a lounge chair and it had a couple of crushed butts in it. On the footstool in front of it there was an open book with a pair of reading glasses, temples extended, as though some had been interrupted and intended to return to continue reading.
I thought: what if that someone had been killed in an accident and the husband/wife/partner, being crushed by the loss, had kept it as a silent sanctuary for his/her memories, unable to let go. The story of how they suffered through it, to finally overcome it was the beginning of the story.
It’s in the book and how it developed from there is another story.