I think it is always fascinating to hear the story behind any creative piece, whether it is a novel, art work, music or play. My story behind the writing of And All is Always Now is simple, and it all began when I was only 17 years old. I had been staying in a farm house owned by the parents of my first love, in a very remote, rural, rugged part of North Wales. He and I had enjoyed many adventures together, roaming over the countryside, chasing each other up hills and down into valleys, shrieking with laughter and probably disturbing the serenity of the cows which grazed contentedly on the lush green pasture, and which gazed up at us momentarily with their dark liquid eyes.
All was immense fun, and in its way profound. And then it happened; he showed me a trim little uninhabited and very isolated cottage deep in the countryside, which, as we were staring at it, revealed a mystery of its own so sudden, surprising and profound - one which terrified him but which gave me an inner feeling of fascination and calm - that I believe I have puzzled over how the strange occurrences that happened there could be accounted for all my life since then. And so, as I put my pen to paper to take "my line for a walk," (click here to read more about that in my previous blog post), the mystery very slowly and gradually unfurled, revealing a highly complex, yet plausible explanation, though it was one which did not follow conventional leaps of logic, but which instead jumped aside in a very lateral way of thinking.
I don't, of course, know whether this could be the true explanation. But then, we never know the truth about anything, do we, locked as we are into our own subjective reality and trying our hardest to impose order and understanding on the chaotic, unpredictable outside world in which we try our best to live a meaningful life.