I am not too bothered about being understood. I understand myself and my handful of close friends understand me. That is enough. I know where I’m coming from and where I’m going. If someone else understands what I’m saying, that’s a bonus! At least they have made the effort to read my work.
I do try and understand others. I often take myself out of my moshulu and put on other peoples’ shoes. This helps me to develop characters in my stories and also enables me to connect with people who are outside my circle of experience. I cannot, however, understand the minds of murderers, rapists or paedophiles; I don’t think I’m meant to…
© Freya Pickard 2013