This time last year, I was grappling with the intricacies of publishing and feeling somewhat nervous about releasing my work into the world.
Thank you to everyone who provided me with so much support throughout the year. The many lovely responses to the publication of ‘Climbing the Coconut Tree’ has been truly amazing and beyond my expectations.
One year later; my collection of short stories is nearly complete and I’m over the half way mark for my second novel. I’ll let you know more about these two projects early next year.
So for now, I’m going to relax (as much as anyone can in the lead up to Christmas) for a couple of weeks enjoying a hot summer in Melbourne.
I’d like to wish you and your families a joyous, peaceful Christmas and may 2017 bring everything you hope for.
Courtesy of Andrew Richards – Hamilton Island
Do you ever wonder where books go after purchase?
Some stay in their wrapping tucked away waiting to be read. Some sit on a bedside table or bookshelf in company with others. But a book can be lucky to travel to far off places.
Readers are letting me know that ‘Climbing the Coconut Tree’ is getting around and since publication earlier this year has travelled around the world.
The drink of the day in the late 1940’s in the tropics was gin and tonic. Readers in the Whitsunday’s certainly got into the ‘spirit’.
Photo courtesy of Andrew Richards -Whitsundays
Set in the Central Pacific, this historical fiction revisited ghosts of the past in Fiji where the murderer was tried and executed in 1950.
Last month it enjoyed the magnificent sights and sounds of Bali before relaxing on the beach. What a perfect location for reading about life in the tropics?
Courtesy of Sandra Goding- Bali
It made it to Byron Bay, too late for the Writers Festival but relaxed instead by the pool.
Courtesy of Susan Richards – Byron Bay
I’ve heard from sources that it’s been sighted in most capital cities in Australia, Colorado,Paris, London, Italy, Canada and Majorca.
If you would like to share a photo with me feel free to send it via my contact details.
A holiday to far north Queensland with my dear friends, Pauline and Ron, took me away from my book. The trip had been pre-planned for months and somehow I had to wrench myself from the computer. Like a newborn child I couldn’t leave it, so I took my writing with me.
The day before we left, we found out that a category 5 cyclone was bearing down on Cooktown, some 650 kilometres away from our destination, Townsville.
When we arrived it was calm and sunny in Townsville. The cyclone hit Cooktown and was downgraded to category 4 – nothing for us to worry about. The next day it began to rain. We watched the weather forecast closely – the cyclone was making its way down the coast straight toward us. Should we now be worried?
The next morning I woke and all seemed calm in our solidly built apartment overlooking the sea. I got up and opened the curtains – the wind and rain was fierce. The palm trees were being buffeted from side to side; the waves from the sea splashed over the pool. Pauline stood next to me – we looked at each other in alarm. Is this what a cyclone is like?
The loudspeaker crackled on and a man with a deep voice announced, “Good morning, the lifts are closed until the cyclone has passed. Please stay indoors. We apologise for any inconvenience.” Our plans for the day had been thwarted – what should we do?
With my obsession never far away, my thoughts went to my book. I could use the imagery of the cyclone but what else? Could my friends re-enact the murder? After a little persuasion, they agreed to humour me. The scene was re-enacted – laughter included. I wasn’t expecting an academy award winning performance, but they did a great job to help me visualise how the murder might have happened. But it created more questions. I wondered why the woman hadn’t run out of the house while her husband was being stabbed. She had picked up the phone instead.
Soon after, the sky cleared. We looked out of the window – people were on the beach, children were in the pool. The cyclone had passed.