Silhouettes…
Travelling through Tasmania in winter, one comes across many silhouettes and shadows.
Wrought metal work illuminating a history –
Stage coach.
Bushranger.
Surveyors opening up the hinterland.
Extinct Tasmanian Tigers.
Travelling through Tasmania in winter, one comes across many silhouettes and shadows.
Wrought metal work illuminating a history –
Stage coach.
Bushranger.
Surveyors opening up the hinterland.
Extinct Tasmanian Tigers.
Overlooking Bass Strait… views to gush over.
Even the next day in the rain.
Night before – spent one and three quarter hours at dusk waiting for fairy penguins to emerge from the Strait and all we got were penguin tracks. C’est la vie.
This exceptional gift arrived to celebrate the launch of the second book in The Gisborne Saga.
It’s a delicate miniature copy of a medieval girdle book, created and bound by renowned miniature book artist, Patricia Sweet, from Bopress Studios
It’s ready, it’s on the shelves!!!!
‘Once Lady Ysabel Ce Courcey had thought that if she had been a trobairitz, she might have written a song about herself – her courage in the face of adversity that would have had the men and women in any noble hall sighing as they listened.
I have separation anxiety.
When my editor asked me to do a tad more work on the last chapter of G2, I grabbed it and ran with glee. Happy, content and thrilled to be back with friends.
Sad, isn’t it?
Editor’s comments so far:
‘Once again – everything works. Every. Thing.
Pace, plot, character actions and dialogue, narrative POV voice, structure, tension, all carried off to perfection with sublime imagery.
Winterlight at House is something else. Summer light is wonderful, the sun’s high in the sky and it’s warm but it’s more diffused.
In winter it’s pure and clear.
Got up this A.M and fell in love again with winterlight.
Damned cold today. 7 degrees Celsius (44 fahrenheit). Rugged up and hopped behind OH on the four wheeler to feed out to those of our girls with child!
It’s been the toughest summer and autumn and we’ve got to the hard end of our pasture so we feed out our own hay cut from summer 2011 when we had grass ‘as high as an elephant’s eye.’ Plus barley harvested in 2011 from our own crops. But mainly sheep pellets which are a grain mix and which the girls think is chocolate!
