I’m asked…why did you write your book?
Good question. It’s a less polite way of asking: What makes you think anyone is interested in what happened to you almost 50 years ago?
Once I got the idea for this book, I had to write it. Once I started, it was as if it was writing itself. My recollections of a twelve month period, long ago, somehow snapped together like a puzzle, and I could see them as a whole that was much more interesting than the individual parts.
I saw the connections between people and events; I saw how friends and relatives were all part of a web of interconnections, all influencing each other.
The time, the place, and the people had come into focus.
What made the story most worth telling was the time itself. So many amazing weird and outrageous things happened that year, and I wanted to explain them to people. For my friends who were there, I found that reviving memories by telling my story helped them remember their own stories. And I found that younger people were astonished and amused by the slightly unhinged world we grew up in.
So there are two answers to the question…
I wrote Some Way Outa Here as a way to understand what had happened and how it led us to where we are now.
I think it’s a pretty good story, and a good story is always worth telling.