Down by the riverside.

Yesterday, the Old Boy and I had a day by the water. We visited the place where we scattered my parents’ ashes, down at Port Adelaide. The spot has a panoramic view of the docks and the Port River. We had lunch at the Birkenhead Tavern, which faces the river. It’s an old pub that has been around since the 1800s. My mother’s family has a long history of association with the docks. My grandfather worked in the customs’ service there. My great-grandfather and great great grandfather also worked there, and I think a great uncle or great great uncle or two worked there as well. One of my relatives was fired from his job due to his love of the amber fluid, and I often wonder if the Birkenhead was one of his watering holes. We had lunch sitting...

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Easter time has got me thinking…

It’s Easter: the time when people remember Jesus of Nazareth. He once asked his disciples, “Who do you say I am?” The Jews consider him a well-meaning man, who was even a good teacher, but in the end was a failed Messiah. If he was truly guilty of blasphemy then, according to Jewish law at the time, his death sentence was just. The Muslims consider Jesus (Isa) to be a prophet, a messenger from God, and a fore-runner to Mohammed. They believe in the virgin birth, Jesus’ ability to perform miracles, and that he was the Messiah. They don’t believe that he was crucified because God wouldn’t allow him to die such a terrible death. They believe he was taken straight to heaven. He will eventually be brought back to earth to...

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Power of the Pen

A brief blog this morning as I’m expecting the munchkins to arrive any minute. I’m in a bit of a flap as I was expecting them around 5pm-ish, not 9.30am – 10-ish. Failure to communicate on the Old Boy’s part. I gather our daughter told him the new arrangements last night, he just didn’t bother to pass them on. I have discovered that as I’ve got older (or riper – like a good cheese) I don’t cope well with sudden changes to the program. Anyway… During the week I received a request to sign a petition. I gather there are some health insurance companies in the USA that are cancelling memberships of women who are diagnosed with cancer. The lousy swine! I thought the whole point of having health insurance is so that...

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Why the violence, part 2.

I’ve figured out why Beast-speaker wasn’t picked up by a traditional publisher. It’s not because I don’t write reasonably well (they’ve all told me I do) but it’s that they don’t know where it fits in the market-place. The relatively young ages of my protagonist, and his friend, inclined it towards the junior age group of 10+ but the subject matter and the moments of violence put it in the higher age range. Therefore it is neither one nor the other; it floats about in a little niche of its own. I’ve always seen it as a book for mid-teens up to adult but I had to make my protagonist younger than that age group usually relates to, because it’s a story about child soldiers. During the next two books in the story,...

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