Why do I write?
Good question?
Or irrelevant?
Haven`t made my mind up yet but here we go having a
think about it by asking another question.
Who am I?
This?
Tom
Murray was born in the village of Chapelhall which is a couple of miles from
Airdrie, and fifteen or so from Glasgow. He worked in the Textile industry for
a number of years in East Lothian and then in the Scottish Borders. After many
years living in in the Scottish Borders recently moved to Dumfries. He is
married with two sons.
Or maybe
Tom Murray is a playwright, poet and fiction writer. His recent plays have
been widely performed, his stories and poems have been widely published in
magazines and anthologies in Scotland and further afield. He was co-editor of the Eildon Tree magazine
from 2000-2011
I might be?
Tom Murray likes football and tennis (watching, the
days of playing long since passed).
Coffee and cake. He loves
reading, and a good murder mystery featuring a disgruntled detective with a
disastrous home life, especially if teamed with an enthusiastic rookie who is
everything they were before turning cynical.
That last part about the
detective I`m exaggerating but the truth is sometimes I do like those
programmes and sometimes they annoy me.
To
summarise I`m male, working class Scottish from the west coast, worked in a factory for number of years while
writing all the time, and since 1999 have been a professional full time
writer.
Sorted? Do
you know me now? Can you see all of me, or the above in my writings?
Is the above the all of me?
No it isn’t and I recognize some of me in the above. Truth is still discovering who me, is!
How to do that through the writing?
Write what you know?
Never sure of that as writing credo. I understand the basis of it to write about
your direct experience adding a dose of imagination and storytelling editing to
distance it from straight memoir.
If I don`t know all of me how do I know what I know?
This is why I don`t believe that memoir, autobiography
or biography strictly exist in the space advertised. No such thing as a ‘true’ story but a version
from a particular angle still edited like any story told. Memoir to me is a
question not an answer.
Not saying the facts aren’t correct but there is
always interpretation and that interpretation comes from emotion as well as
intellect, and of course always after the fact, and with all the other history since
the time of the facts described.
So I would rather write to discover what I haven`t
discovered I know yet! And then question that knowledge. Use my imagination to create a character who
is complex and whose actual reality is shifting all the time even if they don`t
acknowledge it. Characters are not me but built from my knowledge drawn from
direct experience, vicariously through others, films, TV, books, in fact
everything I have ever seen, heard or felt.
My plays and stories may not be about me but they
come from me, and not any outside or spiritual mystical process.
Place: I do
not believe in place. Reading about Brion
Gysin at the moment and he is described as a foreigner in every land. I feel that and am fine with it.
I write in many ways to escape place, to disappear
as an artist into the art, as Joyce`s description of the artist in Portrait of an Artist. To me that means disappearing
from the potted biography of yourself. To
escape a singular defined identity free to explore the multitudes that is lived
life.
I used to live in a house with a spectacular
view. Visitors commented on it all the
time, and if they knew I was a writer assumed it would be a point of inspiration
for me.
When I was alone I pulled the curtains so I didn`t
see the view. The landscape I needed was
inside my head and consisted of all the landscapes I had witnessed and
processed via walks, and visits, and holidays, through reading, movies and TV
and other folk`s descriptions.
If I do have a preference it is for industrial landscapes
rather than hills and glens. It might
have come from the fact that my father worked, and then owned a factory, and
then I worked for many years in one. I
look for stories and find them where people are, and still are in their absence
in a forgotten and desolate industrial complex. I don`t look for defined beauty
but where the stories are to me. If part
of me inhabits these places as an emotional memory that is fine. Like the example of the TV detective comment
above, some days I`m drawn to this emotional memory other days I`m not.
My imaginative emotional landscape shifts and grows
all the time. That`s one of the reasons
I write—to explore truthfully and without judgment that shifting landscape.
I believe this type of landscape is where people
truly live daily but it is difficult to pin down. I don`t need to pin it down. I love the ebb and flow of it. I appreciate the places I have lived, and
where I was born and brought up, but they are each only a changing part of me.
Does the need for an identifiable place in fiction
come with age? Is that why it is assumed that fantasy and science fiction are
the preserve mainly of the young? We
have no actual home only thoughts but in the end the need to believe we have is
emotionally strong especially as the actual end comes into view.
Subject for a play I think?
Magritte`s painting This is not a Pipe.
It is not a pipe; it is a painting of a pipe.
One of my poems My
Father.
It is not my father it is a poem about a
father.
To
summarise I`m male, working class Scottish from the west coast, worked in a factory for number of years while
writing all the time, and since 1999 have been a professional full time writer.
I am male but a lot of my characters are female
because I write from emotions and everyone feels the same emotions of fear,
anger, and joy.
I am working class but I write from the emotions everyone
feels the same emotions of fear, anger, and joy.
I am Scottish but I write…
I want to go on and discover what I know, which I`ll
never do because every day more is added. I`m fine with that.
Labels: Male,
Working Class, Scottish, husband, father, son, brother, cousin and on and on.
My writing can contain them all and none of
them. I can write realistic stories with a father the
main character one day, a mother the next, or surreal stories of falling into
your own head or waking up as a shadow. I
can write both types of story one after the other.
No labels please, I can only be me. Whoever that is.