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Much of the unknown remains within our brains and in the universe. We can map the earth, but the vastness of the universe is impossible to plot with accuracy. It is ever-changing. Our brains hold the same enigmatic maps; for centuries, its operated beyond our understanding. We're gaining more insight, but with insight comes more questions. What makes someone a savant and someone else marginal? What is the Island of Genius? While I have researched this story's historical time, it is a work of fiction. I'm not an expert, or this will make a boring medical journal. Growing up in the 1960s, I…mehr

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Much of the unknown remains within our brains and in the universe. We can map the earth, but the vastness of the universe is impossible to plot with accuracy. It is ever-changing. Our brains hold the same enigmatic maps; for centuries, its operated beyond our understanding. We're gaining more insight, but with insight comes more questions. What makes someone a savant and someone else marginal? What is the Island of Genius? While I have researched this story's historical time, it is a work of fiction. I'm not an expert, or this will make a boring medical journal. Growing up in the 1960s, I lived next to two brothers; both would now be classified on the autism spectrum. There was little service available to these boys back then. It broke my heart to think these boys would be institutionalized. Looking back at my six-year-old self, I developed a sense of compassion. Developments in mental health have advanced. I have a nephew who is on the spectrum. The character of Astrid is loosely based on a young autistic acquaintance. This story takes place in Great Britain during the 1960s when social norms were being overthrown, and data on mental illness was compiled. It could have happened anywhere during those years of self-discovery, peace, and love. In the 1960s and 70s, I was a teenager and moving into young adulthood in America. Changes were the only certainty in life. Like Lenora McConnell and so many other women, we were questioning everything; our roles as women, exploring careers different from a teacher, nurse, or secretary, and our bodies we claimed for our own. As Bob Dylan sang, the times were a-changing".
Autorenporträt
Wendy Eastman is an Indiana gal with a Georgia heart. Her parents divorced when she was nine; her father got custody. In 1962, a father obtaining custody was not the norm. To fight depression, Wendy made up stories for self-preservation. She now loves to write for the pleasure of sharing stories.The first time she saw the ocean was at age seventeen, working as an actor with the Coastal Playhouse in Atlantic Beach, North Carolina. At summer's end, Wendy moved to Perry, Georgia, to work in her mother's flower shop. Pursuing a degree, she enrolled at Wesleyan College in Macon, Georgia, graduating with a Batchelor of Fine Arts in theatre production. After graduation, the love of photography and travel led her to join the US Army. As an Army photographer, Wendy was assigned to Frankfurt, Germany, and later to Belgium.After the military, The Golden Isles of Georgia became her family's home for over fifteen years. Wendy's two children grew up on the beaches of St. Simons Island and Jekyll Island. A job gave Wendy the privilege of knowing authors Eugenia Price and Joyce Blackburn. Wendy Eastman is an award-winning educator and artist. Now retired, she makes her home in Lexington, Kentucky near family. Having the ability to write, travel abroad, and create art, brings her joy.