Nice to see a report on Facebook today by Frank letting his friends know his story has been published in Narrator Magazine. Printed back in May, Frank had considered the story to be languishing on a desk somewhere, because he hadn't heard from the publisher. However, in between sending and contacting them, he'd changed his e-mail address they were unable to let him know.
Congratulations Frank, you continue to tread a path for others to follow.
If you know Frank, you can send him a message of congratulations by posting in the comments box below.
Terry L Probert is a novelist and shortstory writer. His debut novel KUNDELA earned a commendation in the 2013 FAW Christina Stead Award. Currently looking for an agent/publisher to bring any of his novels to print, Terry is a member of the Fellowship of Australian Writers, Writers Victoria and SA Writers. Terry is active in his local literary community. His Short Story Banib the Bunyip placed second in the City of Melton Short Story Competition 2013.
Friday, 24 August 2012
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Author Interviews with Merelene Fawdry
Drop over to Merlene's Blog to read some interesting Author Interviews, and you can find lots of interesting links to writing and publishing sites.
Click on the link: http://merlenefawdry.blogspot.com.au/
Click on the link: http://merlenefawdry.blogspot.com.au/
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Les Gillespies Gold 'progress at last'
I am pleased to report that I have finished my first chapter of the new novel. I had to make a start today because I am finding it difficult to keep making notes without setting them into chapters.
Here is the Synopsis, it will change as the story develops, but for now is what I'm following.
Joe and Laura Gillespie travel to Europe to seek answers to questions about Laura’s past, returning home to appear at a coronial inquest into the death of Lieutenant Gordon Montgomery-Sanders. Sanders, was found dead, in suspicious circumstances, at Hammond in South Australia. He was the prime suspect, in the murder of three of his cohorts, and Queensland man, Jimmy Symes.
Here is the Synopsis, it will change as the story develops, but for now is what I'm following.
Joe and Laura Gillespie travel to Europe to seek answers to questions about Laura’s past, returning home to appear at a coronial inquest into the death of Lieutenant Gordon Montgomery-Sanders. Sanders, was found dead, in suspicious circumstances, at Hammond in South Australia. He was the prime suspect, in the murder of three of his cohorts, and Queensland man, Jimmy Symes.
While
researching Laura’s family in England, she gets word to say she’s a nominee for
an Order of Australia award, and they decide to return home early. Joe checks
over his correspondence and is intrigued about a request for a meeting with Charles
Winkler, the CEO of Raydor Exploration. The mystery of the little rhyme his
father would sing to him has infiltrated his thoughts all trip.
Jeff
and Tilly, change their careers because of the outcome of Joe’s Heart attack,
and beginning spending more time together. They both want to progress their
relationship, but are tentative and reluctant to forego parts of their present
lifestyles.
At Wanooka’s Well, events turn sour,
when a geological survey team ignores the owner’s mining rights, and trespasses
on the Gillespies land. Showing disregard for sacred sites destroy dreamtime
carvings when taking samples. Joe and Jeff employ force to remove the
exploration team, and face charges from the police.
The Inquest becomes front page news
as the Nation is swept up in the mystery of Gordon-Spencer’s death and the
speculation that he has been sung to death by the aboriginal women, or he
succumbed to having a Kundela pointed at him by a Kadaicha Man.
The Minister of Mines singles the
Gillespies out at Laura’s Australia Day presentation and tries to force Joe
into accepting the Exploration Company’s offer. Jeff meets the Minister in the
Gents and the two get into a pushing and shouting match witnessed by a
Journalist.
Saturday, 11 August 2012
Budjerra of Reestal River
It was a holiday weekend and Montana’s
birthday. Mum had promised her that she could spend the three days camping with
her friends. Their family lived on a cattle property along the Reestal River
and often camped near a billabong, but this time it was kids only, no grownups allowed.
They rode with their gear on the back of dad’s old ute,. He’d loaded firewood
and everything they needed for their stay.
Her
Dad built a fire for the barbeque while the kids set up their camp. A circle of
stones surrounded the flames, and a round steel plough disc waited for the wood
to burn into coals to cook their dinner. Sausages and soft drink waited in the
cooler ready to make up their feast. Happy with his work and the sausages
sizzling, dad looked around and knowing they were safe headed home.
Giggling
and laughing, they were pleased to be on their own. Swigging down their soft
drink, and after a night of telling ghost stories, the girls could feel creepiness
in the air. It was time to turn in, but Emily wanted to wash her face and she
ran to the water’s edge, the vibrations from her loud footsteps waking the
fearsome monster.
Hiding under the water
Budjerra waited, Emily kneeled to splash her face, as her fingers touched the
water it was Budjerra’s time.
His
head was green and tiny, like a kitten’s head, he had a very long body with a
short tail. What no one knew was, he had knives poking out of his back looking like
a porcupine. Yellow blood stained puss oozed from his wounds.
His
tongue, it was like the arm of an octopus, it flicked out hitting her leg. Its
suckers, leech like began drawing blood threw her flesh. Terrible screams
filled the air, and as quickly, as they could the other girls ran to Emily. They
saw Budjerra sucking her flesh. Montana grabbed a stick from the fire and waved
it under his nose. The flames scorching his tongue, his eyelashes on fire, Budjerra’s
tongue released Emily’s leg, dropping her, and in a hiss of bubbles, he was
gone. Montana had saved the camp.
They hurried through the scrub, ending up back
at the farmhouse so mum could tend Emily’s wounds. The adults didn’t believe
their story and told them not to lie, but the girls weren’t lying. This would
be a birthday they would never forget, a horrible night to remember.
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Wordsmiths of Melton
Top day at the writing group today, Thanks to everyone for the advice and help offered for Kundela chapter 8. I will put your suggestions into action tomorrow.
See you all next week.
See you all next week.
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
How lucky am I??
Last night was one of those where you wake up avail yourself of the bathroom and then the stories begin in your head. It was just before 4.00 am and I got up and made a cuppa, my wife joined me and returned to bed.
I sat at the computer re-writing the last half of Kundela, trying to get it into some sensible order. As I write this my wife is in the next room correcting my spelling and helping with the punctuation.
So I guess I'm pretty blessed.
I sat at the computer re-writing the last half of Kundela, trying to get it into some sensible order. As I write this my wife is in the next room correcting my spelling and helping with the punctuation.
So I guess I'm pretty blessed.
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Moolooloo Farm Stays Review by Zara Urquhart
Lisa Slade and her family run a farm stays accommodation business as part of their pastoral operation in South Australia's Flinders ranges. Read what the Simon Says travel writer Zara Urquhart, says about their place by clicking on the link: http://www.simonseeks.com/travel-guides/sound-silence-flinders-ranges-south-australia__167874
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