Archive for » 2012 «

Bliss

It was fitting that I got to spend my weekend in Denmark. (Not the country, the town south WA) I was booked into a place called Chimes, a gorgeous day spa for total relaxation thanks to owners Michelle & Kane. I didn’t think I needed it but it was totally amazing to spend two days without kids, without facebook and twitter (only the odd message got through) and no thinking about housework, and writing.

Okay, so maybe while I was having my hot rocks massage I do recall my mind flicked over ideas for my 5th book, but it was only for a few minutes. I swear thats the only time I thought about my writing.  But I went there after just having finished the first draft on my 4th book, Bundara Skies. So you could imagine my relief at having sent that off to my publisher.

Even better on Monday morning when I recieved a message from my publisher saying she had read 100 pages and loved it all. (After the re-writes I went through with my last one, this was wonderful news.)

Could I be further up on cloud 9??  Well yes, I could.  On Sunday we went for a drive to the tree top walk near Walpole, where we walked near the tops of the huge trees. Totally had a ball, just the hubby and me…no whiny kids. :)

Then we walked around the really old trees, some hundreds of years old. Such a pretty area.

 And here it is….the obligatory tourist photo. :)

So now I’m back home, have dug my way through heaps of emails and messages before I start work tomorrow.  I will try not to think about how my publisher is going with my manuscript…if she has finished it, if she likes it all and how many huge edits will I have. (I swear I won’t let it take up much of my time :} lol okay maybe I can’t promise that.)

For now I have a launch to organise, a Woolorama to get ready for and 200 odd books of The Road Home heading to me by truck this very moment. Yes, I’m very excited!!!

 

 

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

Prologue -TRH

A special treat to celebrate my birthday today. I’m sharing with you the Prologue from The Road Home. Hope you enjoy it. (Please ignore any errors due to my cut and paste skills…I had trouble finding a copy of it. Where is my assistant when I need her…oh that’s right, its me. lol)

PROLOGUE

MAGic was happening. even at the tender age of twelve, Lara felt the energy around her from the land. This afternoon was no different. A family of kangaroos grazed in a nearby paddock, their imposing figures framed in the afternoon glow as a little joey moved around in the dry, golden grass. They might even be big reds, but with the ochre hues from the setting sun behind them, Lara couldn’t be sure.

‘Get a load of that, Larz. isn’t it just the duck’s bum?’

She studied the pink and gold sunset in the reflection of her father’s eyes. To Lara, he was the amazing one. Oh, how she was going to miss him when she was sent away to boarding school next year: his brown stubble and wayward hair half hidden beneath his favourite red cap, the creases around his eyes and mouth from years of laughter. Dad always liked a good joke or harmless prank, and lara wouldn’t have him any other way. he just wouldn’t be her dad without the checked shirt, singlet and jeans, and the leather Rossi boots. A farmer through and through. it just wasn’t fair that she’d have to say goodbye to all this.

‘Come here, possum,’ he said, holding out his arm. The mouth of the shed framed her father in black like the thick edges of a photo frame.

Lara eagerly scooted her brown milk crate closer to her dad’s and enjoyed the warmth from his embrace as she tucked her arms around his chest. Her own checked shirt pulled tight against her slender arms and the button on her jeans dug into her belly, but she wouldn’t move for anything. She inhaled deeply. He smelled like grease, diesel and dust.

‘I’m going to miss this, Dad.’

‘What? Sitting by the shed watching the sunsets?’ his deep voice teased.

‘No . . . well, yes, but you too. This . . . now . . . everything. These moments.’

He gazed down at her. His eyes glistened with affection and the colours of the sky glimmered off his threatening tears. He blinked them away and planted a kiss on her head.

‘Why can’t I stay here?’ she asked for the millionth time.

‘You know why, love. We want the best for you, so you can go out and make something of yourself.’

‘But Noah gets to stay here,’ Lara tried once more. Noah got to go to the local district high school and stay on the farm while she was heading miles away to the big city of Perth. If only she’d been born a boy, this wouldn’t be happening.

‘Ah, yes, but Noah will be running the farm and you’ll be going on to something wonderful,’ he said with a sigh.

Lara knew her dad didn’t really want her to leave. If he had his way, he’d probably let her stay. It was Mum who had the really big plans for her. Mum had been studying to be a nurse when she’d met Dad, but had never gone back to it once Noah was born. She still regretted it.

She heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel behind them, then the sound of her mother’s voice. ‘Oh, i’m not too late,’ she said, dragging a crate next to her husband and resting her hand on his lap. ‘Gosh, it’s a beautiful one tonight. Look at that horizon.’ her mum reached across and squeezed Lara’s fingers tenderly. ‘Where’s Noah?’

‘Out on the motorbike,’ Lara said.

Her mother laughed. ‘I should have guessed.’ She flicked her long braid back over her shoulder and gazed across the darkening land. Lara wanted to be just like her mum, so beautiful, graceful and loving.

The sky was stained a lustrous cherry with splashes of gold, and tiny clouds dotted the sky like buttered popcorn. It wasn’t just the sky that was so breathtaking, but also the remaining warmth of the sun, the stillness and the echoing birdsong in the trees. It was the smell of lingering dust and eucalyptus and the feel of the crisp night air starting to settle. It was having people she loved beside her, the feeling of the big wide world before her and the safety and security it all seemed to bring. That was the magic. Moments like these where Lara felt so blessed to be who she was. And no matter what her parents told her about it being best for her, she was sure she’d never understand why she had to leave it all behind.

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

Spiders

Disclaimer: The following may give you the heebie jeebies. (It certainly freaked me out)

It must be the year for spiders. They are everywhere!! I only ever had one golden orb spider in my chook pen, but today I counted 14 big fat ones. There were two in this corner and the blossom from the flowering gums nearby had been caught in their webs. Actually looked really cool.

But everytime I went in there to get eggs or water the trees I hated knowing they were above my head. I think I would scream my guts out if one ever dropped to my head or shoulder. (Probably never would have happened but I wasn’t going to take the chance.) We don’t like to put any sprays near our fruit so I found the biggest stick I could…believe me it was MASSIVE. It had a V at the end and I used it to scoop through the web and catch the spider.  Yeah, I was totally creeped out whilst doing this.

But I wasn’t about to put my foot anywhere near these huge things. Double yuck. So I fed them to my chooks instead. Needless to say they love me for the yummy feed. They were fighting over them. Some of the smarter chooks started following me around as I moved to each new web and were after it the moment I brought the stick down.  Gross! Now that my enclosure is now spider free I feel much better….well maybe after a long shower. The sooner I can’t feel those thick sticky spider webs the better.  Uugh. A gross yucky job, but someone had to do it. :(

PS. Sorry if i’ve  left you a bit jumpy and feeling yuck…but I did warn you. :)

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

The Luck of the Red Earth

I was very excited to stumble across my book on the German Random House website. (Even though I know NO German, I still managed to navigate to the authors page and find my book) It was great to see it for the first time.  They re-market it, so The Family Farm became The Luck of the Red Earth. (I google translated it and then took it next door to my German neighbour to double check lol)

It will be released in Germany on April 1st.   I love the colours, even though its nothing like where the book is set but I understand it’s made to stand out as ‘Australian’.

Heart of Gold has also been signed up with the Diana Verlag imprint of Random House. I’m not sure when it will be out, but they took two years to get The Family Farm out, so I won’t hold my breath for any time soon. :)

Now I look forward to my copy arriving in the mail and taking it next door to see how my writing was translated. (I wonder how they coped with the slang??)

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

Heart of Gold B format

 

This box arrived a few days ago. I love getting new books in the mail, mine or others. Something magical about new things. :) This is the B format of Heart of Gold. Its a cheaper smaller version which is going on sale at the end of February.  What do you think of the bright sunset? Or did you prefer the blue skies better?

At the moment I’m close to finishing my fourth book which is called Bundara Skies, or Under Bundara Skies. (The last one might be too much of a mouthful!)

But don’t get used to that name, as it will probably change. I don’t have much luck with titles.

The Family Farm was called Gumlea

Heart of Gold was called The Cleanest Cut

The Road Home was called The Last Link….but only briefly…I just needed a name to save the file in lol.

But I’m not fussed on what the title is, as long as my stories can be found ont the bookshop shelves, I’m happy. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

Shearing – by Lorna Madson

I thought it was time for another poem as seeing as a few farmers around here have been shearing, I thought this was appropriate. Enjoy.

 

Shearing – by Lorna Madson

I still recall shearing at Dad’s place,

All those early starts,

Learning to skirt the fleeces,

Pulling off the daggy parts.

I remember Dad sewing up sheep that were cut,

With a needle and big piece of cotton,

Sometimes we helped him yard up the sheep,

Or bring in some the dog had forgotten.

There’s a definite art to throwing a fleece,

One that i’m still yet to master,

The only time I ever tried,

Was a complete and utter disaster!

It was always a guess as to when we would shear,

Dad never knew quite when they’d come,

But you always knew by their thirsty look,

When they were about to do the last run.

Mum prepared meals and worked in the shed,

While us kids got up to mischief,

One time we shore so late in October,

Mum asked if they’d be there for Christmas!

Every year without a doubt,

The straw broom went down to the shed,

Either Dad forgot to buy one,

Or it was easier to take Mum’s instead.

On school days we’d race from the bus to the shed,

There was no time for homework or chores,

Getting tossed in a wool press, riding sheep in the pen,

Our hands full of prickles and sore.

When we cut-out half the district would come,

The wool table would be covered in grub,

Plenty to drink and the odd song or two,

It was better than any session at the pub!

This is a glimpse of what shearing was like,

Or at least it’s the bits I remember,

The shearing shed’s where all the action was at,

Usually somewhere around August-September.

But I doubt if Dad’s memories of shearing,

Are as fond to him as mine are to me,

For I didn’t have to worry ’bout microns,

Wool packs and presses you see!

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

Holidays

I had to work for the first three weeks of Jan, running the local shop. But after that I headed straight down to the coastal town of Hopetoun, south WA.  It was just gorgeous as the kids and I went swimming the moment we arrived. (Hubby had farmers still harvesting so he couldn’t join us until his bin was closed.)

We stay in the caravan park and I love the thick bushes that make it nice and private. We have a onsite van so I only have to open the door without too much fuss. So needless to say I got straight down to typing (after the swim of course) and I didn’t have to worry about the kids. Gotta love a nice safe park thats right on the beach.  Without any housework, bored kids or internet distractions writing was my main focus and I managed to write 11,000 words in the four days I was there.  It got me thinking about heading down more often. It’s only 2.5hr drive from my place…really I should go down for weekends more often!! Or at least start using it more as a writers retreat.

Then we headed off to Esperance for another five days to catch up with family. The kids uncle works on the port and they loved seeing the huge ships come in to load. Another crowd favourite was Sammy the Seal. Kinda nice hanging out by the jetty.

But this was my son’s favourite by far.  He was just taken with the little steam engine.

And one of the highlights for me, besides spending quality time with the family, was catching up with Fleur McDonald. Living in the middle of nowhere makes it hard to personally catch up with other writers so we weren’t going to miss this opportunity. Over lunch we talked all things writing and publishing. And yet there was still not enough hours to cover all the things we could have talked about.  Fleur lives in a beautiful part of WA and seeing as we have family in Esperance I’m sure we’ll get to catch up again soon.

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

Mornings

 

I have been walking in the mornings at 5.30am with my mum. Sometimes we walk  around the paddocks behind our house and up to the rock. It takes us about an hour return trip walking fast. But as much as I hate getting out of bed it is so worth it. The air is so fresh and clear, the kangaroo’s are out and so are the birds.  We take the dogs with us  and they also walked to the top of the rock.

One moment was rather scary when we were at the top watching two big Eagles float in the air as it rushed over the rock as one of the dogs spotted it…and this dog isn’t mine, its our neighbours dog.  Even scarier when it darted off after it.Typical.

Now years ago we went up the rock as kids with our little Jack Russel, Patch.  He chased a lizard and ended up rolling over the edge of the rock much to our horror as we watched on, unable to stop him. I was around 13 I think, so it was traumatic.  Lucky for us, back then, my aunty was walking around the bottom and happened to watch the dog roll all the way down. Lucky Patch was a little dog because he survived it with only a few scrapes.  So here I am, thinking back on this moment and knowing the neighbours dog is twice Patch’s size…Oh heck! And I’m thinking of the phone call I might have to make! Oh Hell!

I got mum to watch our dog (I really didn’t need to lose both!) as I carefully headed to the egde calling his name. I thought he was a gonner for sure as it got steeper towards the edge, then I see the white ball of fluff running towards me over a rise. I tell you, I’ve never been so happy to see him!  We walked back home and both dogs were really buggered. A big swim in the dam for them both.

Here’s our view from the top. You can see our local golf club and the town where the white CBH bins are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

The Storm by Lorna Madson

We have been having plenty of storms this harvest so it seemed fitting for me to share this next poem with you.

 

 

 

The Storm by Lorna Madson

As the storm clouds gather and the thunder rolls about,

The wind drops off, it’ll rain there’s no doubt,

The question is how much we will get,

There’s a few who haven’t yet finished harvesting yet.

The thunder gets louder and the lightening gets worse,

The dog’s taken off, and the boss starts to curse,

It’s still hot and sticky when the first big drops fall,

The boss goes inside, dog won’t come to his call.

The smell of the rain on the hot ground is beaut,

Then the power goes off, now that’s really cute,

The kids get scared and the cat wants out,

Thunder’s so loud, everyone starts to shout.

With candles, you bath kids and get them all fed,

Then quick as you can, you get them in bed,

The wind is now howling and the windows all rattle,

The lights try to come back, but it’s too great a battle.

So you go to bed and listen to the storm outside rage,

By now the rain’s probably filled up the gauge,

You drift off to sleep with the rhythm of the rain,

And wake up next day to a sight so insaine.

The garden shed’s gone to heaven knows where,

The spot where it was is amazingly bare,

The clothes line is twisted into abstract art form,

Leaves from your best shrubs have all been torn.

The dog’s on the veranda, shaking and cringing,

Toys are all wet and the kids start whinging,

The down pipe it seems, couldn’t take anymore,

Water tank’s full and there’s water galore.

The boss mumbles something ’bout summer feed spoiled,

Where’s the vege patch gone that you lovingly toiled?

You do what you can to clean up the mess,

And curse him above, the unwanted stress.

By late afternoon you’ve retrieved almost all,

And you just get inside as the first big drops fall,

The clouds gather dark in the distant blue yonder,

Thunder rumbles and the dog starts to wander.

(c) Lorna Madson 2003

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

Loretta Hill

I’m am very excited to have Loretta Hill on my blog! It’s great to have a fellow WA author, even better to have one that writes the type of book I love. 

I met Loretta back in 2009, I think it was, at a RWA conference we had in Perth. Out of all the people I met, I recall talking to her and about the story she was writing. It sounded fab, even back then. I couldn’t remember her name, but I remembered the story. (I lost my ability to remember after having my kids!)

I’m so excited that Loretta now has this wonderful book out, The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots. The title had me at Steel-Capped.

I’ve asked Loretta a few questions, so we can get to know her a little better. Thanks Loretta!!

Okay, so lets start with the nitty gritty. Where were you born, raised and schooled.

 I was born, raised and schooled inPerth. I’ve lived for short stints in other parts of Australiabut have always returned toPerth. I love my home town.

 What made you become an engineer? What are some of the highlights of your career?

 I kind of fell into it. I’ve always wanted to be a writer but I needed a plan B and engineering just sort of  happened. I know that’s hard to believe…. My father is an engineer so he was a big influence and I was actually pretty good at maths and science at school. I got the grades to do engineering, so I thought what the heck, what else am I going to do while I’m waiting to be published?  (Which in hindsight was a rather naive of me considering engineering then proceeded to consume most of my life for the next eight years.)

 It did allow me to see a lot ofAustralia. Particularly places I wouldn’t not normally travel to on a whim… like the Pilbara. I’ve also worked on big construction sites inQueensland  and in little one street towns, like Wiluna situated right in the centre of WA.

 Although, I’m on maternity leave at the moment, I do intend to go back to engineering again part time. There are many aspects of it that I enjoy. And it would actually cost me a pang now to give it up completely.

 With mining being a big thing in WA, I’m really looking forward to reading The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots. Please tell us a bit about it and when its release date is?

 This story centres around a young female engineer who gets sent to the outback to live and work on a construction site with three hundred and fifty guys. She struggles! She’s a very girlie girl, very city orientated and it’s a bit of a shock dealing not only with the job but the wildlife, the male chauvinists, the lack of privacy and the one man she’s supposed to impress but who thinks she’s a joke.

 There’s a lot of big issues in this book, sexual harassment, isolation, broken families and definitely falling in love but I’ve tried to focus on the lighter side of being locked into a situation that’s just out of your comfort zone. I love writing comedy, so there’s plenty of dry Aussie humour in there.

 “The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots” is out January 2nd , 2012.

Yes, and people are already reading it….I am yet to get my copy and I’m feeling rather sad that I have to wait! The teaser had me sucked in.

 This is your first mainstream book Loretta, so how did it all happen?

 The engineering project in my novel was real. It was a project I actually worked on as a graduate. I was very homesick when I was on the Pilbara and to get through the day I used to write an email home to my family every morning. My mum printed them all, put them in a file and gave them back to me when I got home. She was adamant I had to somehow turn it into a novel. I couldn’t at first because I was too close to the subject matter and couldn’t make the characters fictional. Nearly ten years on, I found the file of emails again and made a second attempt. That’s how “The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots” was born.

 When did you start writing and how did you go about getting published?

 I started writing stories almost as soon as I could write. I wrote most of my way through high school and university, just for my own enjoyment. When I got my first job after graduation, I started writing at night after work with a serious intention to finding a publisher. My first novel was published with Avalon Books New York in 2009. This is a short contemporary romantic comedy set inSydneycalled, “Kiss and Tell.”

  How did you find out your ms had been accepted?

 I received both offers for publication, (“Kiss and Tell” and “The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots.”) via email. I’ve never received, “the call” so to speak. But I think it was probably better that way given there was a lot of screaming and dancing going on.

 Have you used many of your own experiences for this book?

 Yes, I had a lot of anecdotes to draw from, some are my own, some are of people I knew. I just put my fictional characters into the same situation and imagined how they would react to it. I still have heaps of material left over. “The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots” may be getting a sequel J

 How do you find time to write when you have 3 kids under the age of 4? Do you have a routine or do you go with the flow?

 I have no routine or schedule that can’t be broken at a moment’s notice. Basically I write around my kids whenever there’s a spare half an hour here and there. It is difficult and slow going but I guess till they are a little older this is just something I will have to deal with.

 Do you have another book in the pipeline?

 I definitely do.  I’m writing it at the moment. It’s set in my other favourite place inWestern Australia– The Margaret River Wine Region.

 Oh, I can’t wait for that one. Margaret River ares is just gorgeous.

Being a busy mum and a writer, do you get time to read and what’s on your TBR pile?

 I get very little time to read. My TBR pile is enormous!!! And it grows faster than it shortens if you know what I mean.

 Just recently added was Lola’s Secret by Monica McInerney and The Bark Cutters by Nicole Alexander. I just finished reading Cathryn Hein’s debut, Promises. It was lovely.

 And lastly, in one word describe your strongest trait? Determined.

Thank you so much for sharing with us Loretta. Check out Loretta’s website for details on book signings.  I know I’ll be getting one to add to my collection. 

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook