I never wanted to be a writerPart One

Just my story. The madness of it all. First living the story. Then to be told, write your story. Then the madness to learn to become a writer. Unearthing the dark spots in your life. The stuff of life that formed me. And now, sitting down, write about it.

Lady Clara and her lover.

The Housekeeper days at the Manor House.

The Writer and I.

Going down on a Sicilian Mafia in Palermo for a fake identity

My Norwegian Viking marriage proposal.

My ban from England.

My sex with a man at 9.

The time death held my hand.

My life, my life, always making me thinking, where shall I begin to tell the story of a life that never really was.

And now I sit in a land, far, far, away from where it all began. How could I ever dream of becoming a Writer.