How was your weekend?

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Sunset on Waiheke Island last night. Auckland City in the background.

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Waiheke Island, location of The Quilt, Unravelled.

We have escaped the farm, left the animals in the care of a friend and not shown up at work.

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The Quilt, Unravelled

The Quilt, Unravelled

SINK OR SWIM

I would like to tell you about something important, something our family has been involved in, and something that is pivotal in the story of Paul Clarke and his family.

If you have read  my previous posts you will know I live in New Zealand.  To be precise Auckland City, which is located in the boringly named North Island.  My country consists of two main islands, and numerous smaller islands which all sit smugly in large bodies of water separating  us from our neighbours .   Chances are, if you were to walk in any given direction, you would eventually find  yourself either on the shores of  the Pacific Ocean or the Tasman Sea.

Therein lies the problem.  We love the water. We compete in numerous water related sports, fish in it, ski on it, surf in it and swim in it.  But often we are complacent when it comes to our preparation and safety.  Our populations is comprised of many intelligent, sensible individuals, and, well, quite frankly some that are not so sensible or intelligent!

Take the day the nameless member of our family found a group of ill prepared, drunk  fishermen hanging on to a buoy. In front of them  the hull of their tiny boat disappeared to its watery grave.   The circumstances were not that unusual.  What made this particular rescue stand out?  The individuals were hugging their fuel can and sucking nervously on cigarettes, while they clutched  the slippery surface of their plastic island.

Another rescue that comes to mind involved  tourists.  They were visiting our shores and armed with a high powered launch. They had   “beached” on an isolated island  as the sun sunk over the horizon.  Coastguard were greeted by raucous laughter, and a broken English request for a map and directions to enable them to walk home.   To the best of my knowledge only one human has succeeded in walking on water.

Many of the incidents the nameless member of my family experienced in Coastguard were neither  amusing, nor had positive outcomes.  Coastguard New Zealand is  a volunteer organization, and their crews are located throughout New Zealand.  In no way does that mean they are unprofessional.  Their training is long and extensive, and the  rescue boats are equipped with an impressive amount of medical, and safety gear to cope with most on water emergencies.

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Maraetai 1. This crew works close to Waiheke Island, home of The Quilt, Unravelled.

The Quilt, Unravelled by Rochelle Carlton.  Available on Kindle and paperback.

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The Quilt, Unravelled

The Quilt, Unravelled

Enjoy the journey of the Clarke family. Experience their life and their hardship. The dilemma of Joanne Kyle as she is torn between career and love. The story of Twin Pines Station and the despair of wild Sandy as she fights every person’s worst fear.

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Spectacular South Island. New Zealand.

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“POO TO PUBLISHED”

The engineer and I sat in a small bay surrounded by a comfortable silence.  Apart from the seabirds, and the gentle sound of water on the boat’s hull, we were alone with our thoughts.  The harsh New Zealand sun beat down on our backs, and kayaks sat like fat slugs on the white sand of a crescent shaped bay.  I watched the nylon sitting neglected on the mirrored  surface of the water, and I wondered how long a lamb chop would take to defrost.  I looked at the vines silhouetted against a cloudless blue sky, and the bush clad hills that formed folds like a fat ladies belly before they kissed the granite coloured cliffs.

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Beautiful Waiheke Island, New Zealand. Home of The Quilt, Unravelled

“I think I will write a book.”

“Uh ha” sighed the engineer.  That sound by definition means, “oh no here we go again!”

“About what?” He sighed and slumped, already resigned to the news.

“A romance”.  The engineer struggled to stifle a groan.  I tried to regain his interest.

“Waiheke Island and the New Zealand high country.  Relationships and their dynamics. A real story, perhaps including my Joanne.”

A frown played across his face.  “Uh ha.”  He shook his head and his glazed focus returned to the unmoving nylon of his fishing line.

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Waiheke Island, Hauraki Gulf, New Zealand. The Quilt, Unravelled.

So begun two years of stolen moments on the keyboard, travelling the path of  Twin Pines Station, Marinella Vineyard and the Clarke Family.  I explored through my characters the heartbreak of loss, and the healing power of love, the dynamics of family and the constraints imposed by our upbringing.

Don’t get me wrong, my motivation for writing a novel cannot be completely attributed to a sunny day, when the fishing was hard, and the lamb chops were  frozen.  It was also born through a need to immerse myself in a new project.

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Waiheke Island Vineyards and countryside. Location of Marinella Vineyard, The Quilt, Unravelled.

Years of driving an archaic truck and watching my daughter compete in various countries, on various horses, of picking up endless piles of poo, from endless species of animals had left me a busy, but just functioning zombie.  It was time to think, to be selfish, to do what no mother can do until their children reach that special age, the age when parents are seen as little more than a hindrance.  I did something for myself.  I began the story of The Quilt, Unravelled and with it came a new life.  One of cold meals,  paddocks piled high with smelly heaps of poo and a mind that wandered off with a complicated family that had a story to tell.

The Quilt, Unravelled

The Quilt, Unravelled

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When home is no longer between these walls.

Jean plugged in the jug. She didn’t actually feel like a cup of tea, but she did need a distraction, she needed to clear her mind before she started this next chapter in the life of the Clarke family.

 She walked slowly over to the quilt. It spread lazily over the back of her plush and comfortable lounge suite offering silent inspiration and motivation. Her fingers ran along the square that told the story of Twin Pines in pictures. Like many of the more complicated parts of the quilt she had located small individual illustrations and carefully stitched them into place to tell the story. Was this an easier task than committing pen to paper? Ultimately what would prove less painful?

She knew there would be chapters other members of her family would have to write. Stories that were too raw and too personal for her to take the liberty of translating. Memories they may not want to share in detail with you the reader and they alone should be given that option.

A small taste of this moving family saga and thought-provoking romance.

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