For several years now, perhaps triggered by the isolation engendered by the Covid situation, I have spent much of my time - as I say in a recent blog post (scroll down) - dancing on the border between memoir and fiction.
One outcome of this has been my new collection This has resulted in at least one distinct collection called Siblings: seven distinct stories of a family of seven siblings. The stories are all told by the middle child – called Ayla. She is the storyteller.
This book will be published in the spring but you can listen again to these stories on Bishop FM.
I have written elsewhere about middle children – for example in my novels The Bad Child and Becoming Alice. Inevitably some observers will say that is this is a deep reflection on my own role as the middle child in a diverse family who relishes the role of the outsider.
But I would assert that this outsider feeling transforms itself to a creative resource when one is a writer who can reflect on the events going on around her.
There is a poem about this feeling in my book WithSuch Caution – a Life Glimpsed in Short pieces.
I thought you might like to read it. Here it is, Wx