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Uninvited, but more welcome than a cold shower on a stinking hot day in Melbourne, my muse has reappeared. As usual, she came from nowhere and without a prompt. I was merely taking s stroll (or perhaps I should say ‘we’) to combat inertia, mental as well as physical. And there she was, whispering seductive…
As this next postcard instantly reminds me, they were holding a funeral the day I arrived in Tana Toraja; and the corpse was six months dead. To mark the occasion, two splendid white buffalo were slaughtered (quickly and cleanly), dozens of pigs were butchered (slowly and noisily) and there was hour after hour of singing…
Now here’s some food for thought. Real food, too. Which probably makes quite a change for many of us in these vitamin-fuelled times. At least you can now count me out of the millions here and worldwide who are buying vitamin supplements in ever-increasing numbers in the hope, and even belief, that they will improve …
My first tentative venture into crime fiction occurred many years, even decades, ago. As tends to be my way of doing things, I started writing and let the characters lead me. Chief among them was a mild and insignificant denizen of suburban life, Garfield Parks. Why he was called that, I have no idea; that…
Look what the courier brought …. Book Five in the Bromo Perkins series of crime fiction stories has been printed by Ingram Spark and is now being made available through all its distribution outlets – Amazon, Kindle and major book wholesalers and bookshops worldwide. An e-book version is also available for those who have deserted…
Bromo Perkins returns. The latest story in the ongoing investigations by Richmond’s favourite cynical sleuth will be available in paperback and to download as an e-book from next week. All the heavy lifting has been done by the wonderful team at Design For Writers and everything has been uploaded to the international websites of Ingram Spark. Ingram…
Bromo Perkins returns. The latest story in the ongoing investigations by Richmond’s favourite cynical sleuth will be available in paperback and to download as an e-book from next week. All the heavy lifting has been done by the wonderful team at Design For Writers and everything has been uploaded to the international websites of Ingram…
Which is what makes (memoir writing) an endlessly fascinating and enjoyable field of writing endeavour
Exciting times today. After months of dithering and procrastination I recently got off my backside and did something about getting my next book out there into the public gaze. Now, thanks to the wonderful people at Design For Writers, the front and back covers have been created and are set to go. And the text…
MEMORIES continue to be stirred as I return to flicking through those old postcards about which I wrote some time back. And this time there were none of the earlier struggles of recollection when I gazed at the next two postcards in my time-worn pile. So much to remember here. So many highs. Such a…