Even in summer, it’s hard to resist the rich, silken warmth of a cup of hot chocolate.
(When I published this post, WP informed me that it was my 100th post on this blog. If I had realised, I would have done something more momentous!)
Even in summer, it’s hard to resist the rich, silken warmth of a cup of hot chocolate.
(When I published this post, WP informed me that it was my 100th post on this blog. If I had realised, I would have done something more momentous!)
In the early hours of Tuesday 16 December 2014, Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson lost their lives in the cafe siege in Sydney. A few hours later, Sydneysiders began to leave tributes in Martin Place — flowers, notes, objects. The trickle became a river and then a flood.
Those of us who work in the Central Business District are haunted by one thought: it could have been me.
Christmas teddy bear among the flowers.
In Your Sights is finished, at last. The Kindle version went live on Amazon on 10 December, the paperback will be on Amazon by the end of this week, and over the next few weeks the e-book will trickle into Apple, Sony, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, etc.
Much of the novel is set in Sydney’s Eastern Suburbs, the area in which I have lived for the 10 years I’ve been in Sydney. I love the proximity to the ocean, the carved cliffs on whose edges I can sit and watch the ocean, and the often-poignant decay of Waverley Cemetery.
I worked all these things into In Your Sights.
I was surprised, though, at how my mind tricked me. I would write lines about seeing this or that, and then a few weeks later I would walk over a path or cliff and think, “Hang on, so-and-so can’t actually see that!” So I took a number of location shots that I could refer to while writing.
The flame of this candle is gone, but not forgotten.
I don’t think the pingback to Daily Post works, as my post does not appear in the grid. This is another attempt to pingback.
Gone But Not Forgotten
Drinking coffee on my balcony early this morning, I spotted this watering can sitting among fallen jacaranda flowers in a neighbour’s backyard. Lit by the sun, it glowed a warm red among the cool greens of the plants.
Here is the same forlorn watering can, seen in what has become the habitual late-afternoon weather pattern in Sydney recently: a thunderstorm.