I have been here a while trying to find a way to start my blog, having never blogged before in my life. Do I say ‘Dear World’ presuming the ‘World’ is just gagging to read all about me, or do I just launch in, mid-air, so to speak? Actually the whole ‘beginning’ thing is always scary. It’s so much easier not to begin at all, whether it’s a painting, or a blog or a whole book. So much more pleasant to anticipate beginning, to tell friends I am beginning, then go home, make coffee and watch the clouds scud by with a grumpy sou’westerley up their asses. Can I say ‘asses’? I suppose I can spelled like that, like they did in the old days before the word ‘donkey’ was invented.
I am Judy Fairbairns and I live on a wild Scottish island in the Inner Hebrides. Surrounded by a temperamental ocean, we live a smaller life than those of you in huge cities, and yet, it’s a bigger life in truth. We have to learn about Mother Nature and how to live under her rules. And that is the backdrop to my book, Island Wife, to be published by Hodder and Stoughton in March 2013. Seems weird writing that number, all new and shiny and full of what……beginnings?
It took me years to begin Island Wife, which had no name at the outset. I just had all those stories, all those memories, feelings of joy and agony, anger and laughter, all those words overflowing into my mouth and down my arm and onto a page, with, it seemed, nowhere for it to go.
Like most girls, if they are honest, I dreamed of a charmed life. I was going to do it differently. I was going to find true love, true happiness, true contentment, like the lead fairy in a bedtime story.
And then I met a man, an adventurer, older than me, one who had, in his own words, lived a whole lifetime already. Hooked to his star, I ran to keep up, to fit his ideal, and to make it look like it was second nature to me. I stepped out of my shiny party shoes and into the wellies of a farmer’s wife.
It was not without the odd miniature disaster…