At Last It Begins

East Wind, the heroine of my latest book

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I have decided that this book will differ from my previous titles. This time I shall be telling the story of an anti-hero, through the eyes of another. He will be a sailor wandering the seven seas. This is where I can draw on my own life as I spent many years doing just that, first in the Pacific in the Royal New Zealand Navy, then once more in the Pacific, and the Atlantic and Mediterranean in the Merchant Marine and much later aboard my own Nate Herreschoff sailboat – Breeze, off New Zealand’s East Coast. What he gets up too is still undecided. Might he be a murderer one step ahead of the authorities? Perhaps he is involved in the drug or contraband or people smuggling game! At this stage its anyone’s guess.

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Meanwhile, here’s something to whet your appetite.

A whale chaser departed the factory ship, then altered course towards the becalmed double-ender. After the crew returned with her under tow, having found no one aboard, the captain began reading the log of the East Wind…

From the captain down, she stirred the hearts of these tough seamen. The captain recognised her design. Her keel was laid in 1905. She was one of the last of a long line of pilot boats, designed by the Norwegian Colin Archer, responsible for the most successful arctic explorer Roald Amundsen’s boat – The Fram.

East Wind is 46 feet overall, double-ended and rigged as a gaff ketch. A more sea-kindly vessel you would be hard put to find. When they came across her she was laying head to wind, secured by her sea-anchor. Her sails had been furled by her owner. How long since, or indeed his identity, he was yet to find out as he returned to her log book.

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Unlike most of my library of published books, this one which I have decided will be about East Wind, not so much about her owner Olav Knudsen, or ‘Bill’ as he is known, is going to be a long term project. As for ‘Bill’, I will be drawing heavily on my own extensive experience as a deep water mariner. His makeup, attitude, even his temperament is something you will have to read the finished product to find out about for yourselves…

If this story doesn’t grab the general public’s imagination – I give up!

The Job: Part Seventeen

Beetley Pete at his best…

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This is the seventeenth part of a fiction serial, in 764 words. It may contain swear-words.

Gloria takes a trip.

Over dinner that evening, Alan had a question for his sister. “Glor, your mate, Angie. Does she still live in Clacton?” Gloria swallowed a new potato before replying. “Yeah. She’s divorced now though. They sold up the big house, and she bought one of those timber lodges on a residential park. Very smart it is, all furniture included, and two nice bedrooms”. Dobbing some mint sauce onto his last lamb chop, Alan smiled. “Sounds nice. I think you should contact her, go down and see her for a few days. At least until your passport arrives. I’ll book a cab to take you there, save the hassle on the train”.

Gloria was no fool. “Is this about Frankie Toland? Is there going to be trouble?” He picked up the chop…

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Food for thought…

Think you are intelligent? This will sort the wheat from the chaff!!!

Have We Had Help?

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It has to be said – a great number of those among you who consider yourselves to be intelligent, leave a lot to be desired! The other day I posted the following passage from a well-known book onto my Facebook page. Given that most of my followers there are writers, I expected at least one or two to react. Needless to say not one of the 337 obliged. Very disappointing!!!

So, lets see if at least one of the 945 followers of this blog reacts positively…

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Guess which book this passage is taken from???

A few minutes before, there had only been three real things before me—the immensity of the night and space and nature, my own feebleness and anguish, and the near approach of death. Now it was as if something turned over, and the point of view altered abruptly. There was no sensible transition from one state…

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Life Without Regard

More from young Peter…

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My grandmother, I remember, draped a fur around her shoulders long after they ceased to be fashionable, even when reclining on the sofa in her home. She delighted in making statements such as, “I have offered up my life to scotch and cigarettes, I have given both those brave substances licence to kill me yet both have failed to do so.”

At the time she said this I was twenty three and my grandmother seventy-five, and an embarrassment to her relatives and all those who sought to live a moral, prayer filled life including the tired solicitor who managed the trust fund which gloriously removed her from the need to worry about everyday concerns. She was my heroine, and as soon as I was old enough to hear, she would regale me with tales of what she called “elegant debauchery” which meant, I think, that whatever the company or its…

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Chapter Forty-Five

A chapter chosen at random from my first published story…

Have We Had Help?

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Chapter Forty-Five – Launch!

The weak light of predawn revealed the launch area, creating a ghostly scene in the chilly morning air, as the heavy girder construction of the launch ramp was partially exposed in the rising mist. Low cloud shrouded the end of the ramp, ten kilometres distant and six kilometres above the ground. Eugene was adamant that they go today no matter what the weather. The warmth from the rising sun quickly burned off the mist, and blue sky could be seen as the cloud cover broke, revealing the enormous ramp in its entirety.

Nearly all of Eugene’s former marines were there to see him leave, thankful that the ‘old bastard’ was finally leaving. He stood beside the open hatch of the ship and took one last look at the place that had been his prison, lit a cigar, and surveyed the crowd below.

“Ready when you are…

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Satnem and Lady Ibentina: a charming couple from the “Place de Vérité”

More from my friend Aladin 😉

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Or, Deir Medina / The Place of Truth.

This time, my post is not about kings and pharaohs or Gods and Goddess. It is just about some normal Egyptian people.

Today we open the ‘window’ to show and meet some inhabitants of ‘Deir Medina’, who if they managed to achieve that ‘eternity’ so longed for.

On this occasion, It will refer to two main characters, components called ‘servants’ of the ‘Place of Truth’, presumably: a marriage.
And separated ‘in fact’ by distance for 84 years.

Today, after navigating and meeting them for the first time, it could be nice to ‘rescue’ them from anonymity and alleviate the loneliness and absence they suffer from each other.

A bit of contemporary history: Bernard Bruyere, French archaeologist, after the I ‘G.M. He obtained the title of official, authorized and resident archaeologist of the Deir Medina site, taking that privilege from…

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Sleep

Mas on life…

The thoughts and life of me

I am one of those people who has always loved to sleep. Well, always is a bit of an overstatement, as a baby I hardly slept. But once I got over my colic and for as long as I can remember I have loved going to bed to sleep.

Every night when I go to bed as I get might head on the pillow, I just relax and almost always get a smile on my face. The happy feeling does not last very long as I am one of those annoying people who fall asleep almost immediately and I usually get a good night sleep.

I do tend to wake up early and I have never been one of those people that can regularly sleep the whole day. But mornings are not the worst time of day, if you get to wake up naturally. It is a bit strange, but…

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Stage one in a story’s evolution

I thought about it in 2018, then promptly forgot all about it. Until now!!!

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Niccolo Machiavelli

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Michaelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio

Stage one of the research I need for my next book has drawn to its conclusion after almost three years. When I originally wrote this back in 2018, I had been reading about Machiavelli and Caravaggio in search of the traits my new chief character needs. From Machiavelli comes intrigue and deviousness. From Caravaggio comes hotheadedness, raging against the world and murderous intent.

While I was reading about both men an idea for a working title sprang to mind – Good Never Triumphs.

As yet I still have to determine the gender of the character, and the time in which it will be set. Before you ask ; no it will not be set in the fifteenth or sixteenth centuries. I have also decided that he, or she, will be a sailor wandering the seven seas. This is where I can draw on my…

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Hysteria and Farce

More from bella Stefania…

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It’s over. This school year is virtually over, before than expected, actually. It is about to end in the same hysterical way it started and progressed. Truly hysterical, as at first the great thinkers who are in charge of this ship called “School” meant  to prolong our sailing one month more, only to make it end eventually a week before. Why?  Well, it seems they ran out of provisions and had to disembark some young cabin-boys  who were recruited just to be able to finish the journey. To cut a long story short, they had no money to pay the substitute teachers – I wanted to stick to the metaphor, I do apologize -. By the ways, a trip to “Summer School” land was still in their plans with an investment of about 561 million euros, but when they understood that this plan would have been deserted by both students…

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