Geez… 5 months since my last blog. Life got in the way I guess. My sincere apologies for the long delay. I would like to extend a huge thank you to all who read my books. Your support and following are greatly appreciated.
In August, Blue Feather Books closed its doors, thereby forcing all of its authors to find a new home for their writing. I was honored to have been offered contracts by Bedazzled Ink to re-release A Kiss Before Dawn, Right Out of Nowhere and Positive Lightning, which as of Dec. 29 is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kobo.
I began work on my fifth book, called After a Time, shortly before Christmas. Also, I’m pleased to tell you, I’ve begun work on a coffee table book of my photos. One of my closest friends, Sheila Pearsons, is co-authoring it with me.
I welcomed 2015 in a way that is apparently quite common here… camping. My dogs and I headed into the Great Dividing Range, which is Australia’s most substantial mountain range, and the third longest land-based range in the world. I set up camp next to the Mann River. It’s a beautiful 148 mile river and is joined by four large tributaries before it reaches its confluence with the Clarence River, the same river that flows past where I live.
It was hot. Temps easily rose to nearly 100F if not over. So I spent a lot of the time just sitting in the river, letting the water flow around and cool me. With one hand around a cold beer and the other tossing rocks to splash and play with Leika and Kalie, we managed to stay quite comfortable.
There was plenty of bird and insect life, if one was inspired to look and listen. And of course I was. It didn’t take much effort to push the rest of the world away while in this little piece of paradise.
The property is privately owned, which is the only way the pups could go with me. None of the national parks allow dogs. I’m very grateful to Leika for turning Kalie into a “birddog” because there were three distinct herds of cattle pastured on that huge expanse of land. Each has a very impressive, and thankfully docile Brahma bull. Of course I named them so I could keep track of the herds. Bully Boy, the largest and probably the eldest of the three decided to have a rest right next to my camp. Junior appreciated the shade of the bottle brush trees while Grey Bull waded in the river.
The cows and calves were curious, as was I. (I love cows, can you tell?) All three herds regularly crossed the river in front of me and grazed nearby, so I was able to watch them for quite a while each day. One delighted me by walking up and touching my hand with her nose. Within Junior’s herd, there was a cow who kept track of who was there and who wasn’t. If there were members of her herd missing, she would call and even go searching for, and bring them back to the main herd. It was fascinating to watch her in action.
Some heavy weather moved in on New Years Eve. In lieu of artificial fireworks, Mother Nature put on quite a display of lightning. They were five days of soul-settling peace and quiet. The dogs are exhausted and I’m revived. Happy 2015. That’s what I’m striving for.