Yesterday I wrote those wonderful words, “The end.” Actually it should have been “The beginning,” because this is book one of an upcoming series. A few trusted people have to work their magic before I push the publish button, but not long to wait.
Here is a sneak preview.
A bleak December day, a slippery highway, and Shona McGuire’s ordinary life would never to be the same.
Before the accident Shona’s life was not exactly as she would have planned it. In fact, it was nothing like the dreams that filled her head while she struggled with the trials and tribulations of adolescent hood.
For Shona McGuire, her early memories always return to the beach. To the tumble down bach her family have owned since she was a child, covered in sticky candy. As far as she can remember, it has always been tumbled down, with threadbare carpets and frayed curtains. A special place where sand carried in by bare feet, and their old dog’s tooth marks on the corner of the sagging couch, go unnoticed. The lawn is a tapestry of course white sand and sparse patches of Kikuyu, the only grass resilient enough to survive the salt laden air that blows off the waves, and coats the distorted glass windows in a thin, greasy film.
The handful of tiny wooden homes sit empty for most of the year. But when the holidays arrive, they come alive with the sound of laughter, and the smell of sausages, pipi fritters and crayfish cooking on the barbeque.
Her mind takes her back to Sea Dog Takeaways, and the old couple wrapping greasy fish and chips in unsold newsprint. Of her father sipping cold beer, while her mother tossed green salad, and baked fresh loaves of crusty bread.
It takes her back to a time of innocence. Memories of a handsome boy named John Myer, of two free spirits galloping ponies down the windswept beach, of diving in the crystal clear waters of the harbour, and gathering shellfish from the shallows.
Now only the bach remains unchanged, a tumble down wooden structure, that holds the family’s memories etched deep within its walls.
They say you can never go back. That the things you have left behind are best not revisited. But they never told her to go back would be the biggest mistake of her life. It all started on a slippery highway on December 23rd.
We have a few days left to enjoy this tropical paradise. It is work for one of us, and writing for the other. But the good news, there are no dishes, no animals to clean up after and no meals to cook.
Our time in the Yasawa Islands was unkind weather wise. Torrential rain and temperatures lower than we have ever experienced here before. My favourite place to write had one submerged boat, lost their beach and caused me much anxiety on the float plane trip back to the mainland.
The Quilt, Unravelled hit #1 in World Literature, Australian and Oceanian this week, and the new manuscript is progressing nicely.
I cant wait to share a part of this story with you. The new book is another rocky life story, full of life’s trials and tribulations and some colourful characters.
Enjoy a few images of our time in Fiji. The resort in the Yasawa’s normally has a deep sweep of white sand beach. The boat photograph is taken just after boarding our small float plane. This is not my favourite thing to do and always makes me question my failing agility.
Have a great day and please visit my Facebook page. I love to share news about books, writing and life down under.
It is not a secret that I don’t like the cold. In fact, during my younger years, I headed back to New Zealand from the UK when my drip drying jeans grew leg icicles. Currently I am sitting in the Yasawa Group of Islands in Fiji, looking at a dismal grey sky and hoping the rain will stay away long enough for me to walk off an indulgent breakfast. Of course it is winter up here, and it is warmer than at home, but the likelihood of a tan is fading as quickly as my allocated days of rest.
When the word Fiji is mentioned I am sure, for most of us, we think of low atolls of white sand, sitting in crystal clear expanses of blue water. Yes that is the correct image for many areas of this paradise. However many more Fiji’s exist. Rugged rain forest covered islands, scant iron clad housing and rock formations that are a testament to a violent volcanic past.
We are up in the Yasawa group of Islands, a chain of spectacular rocky cliffs and coves of white sand beaches. Here are some of the images I took while flying over, and some I captured while walking yesterday. Enjoy and have a great weekend.
Review of Just this Once, Rosalind James
I was curious to read a fiction by this popular New Zealand author. I personally need good bones in a story and Rosalind James did not disappoint.
I find many “Romances” lack in plot, however this book had wonderful descriptions, believable characters and the story, while having a predictable ending, was complex enough to keep me interested.
This is a well written, enjoyable romance. It will leave the reader a little more knowledgeable about New Zealand, life down under and lead them to care about the characters, their insecurities and their journey.
I would highly recommend this series to anyone that enjoys romance with a decent life story behind it.
The Quilt, Unravelled has received another lovely review and again my day has started well. Thank you to anyone that takes the time to download, read and add a few lines about their experience.
My blog has been neglected but soon there will be news to add about the next book. Yes I, together with my geriatric cat Mouse, have been busy writing.
Have a great weekend where ever you are. And think of us in the Southern Hemisphere experiencing the coldest temperatures since 1908!
ByB. Martinon June 25, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
The Quilt is a beautifully written book chronicling the lives of Paul Clarke and Joanne Kyle. It was quite something watching as these two very different people, from two very different backgrounds, were slowly brought together. It made me reflect on my own life. Quite often you get lost in the now, losing sight of the steps that brought you there, and for a book to do that is special indeed.
I loved the characters. Everyone is presented so clearly, with unique personalities and voices; I really felt as though I knew them.
And no review of the Quilt would be complete without mentioning the setting. I’ve always wanted to visit New Zealand, and reading this book has only strengthened that desire. Rochelle Carlton does a wonderful describing the landscape. Reading about the Clarke’s vineyard made me want to hop on a plane and see it for myself.
This is a special book. Do you yourself a favor and read it. You won’t be disappointed.