Sunday, November 09, 2014

THE BURRUP PENINSULAR, PILBARA

Our Pilbara trip to the north of my state, June-July 2014, continued...
The first glimpse of the Burrup Peninsular, out of Karratha, is not all that prepossessing. There is, after all, a huge industrial complex there, see above. This is Woodside, the North West Shelf Project (which is natural gas). If you ever go there; do have a look at their public exhibition hall -- it is superb.
 
The centre includes replicas of some of the oldest art in the world -- nearby there are a mere 1 million or so examples spread over 88 sq kms! Forget European paleolithic art...it pales in comparison to what Burrup has to offer. 
These are etchings (petroglyphs) on rock, out in the open on the Peninsular and the 42 islands of the Dampier Archipelago. Because they are done on rock, it is hard to be precise about the age. 
Best guess, perhaps 40,000 years.
Above: Everywhere you look there are red rocks, many of them etched. 
With matching flowers...



Sturt's Desert Pea in fiery blazes of colour...


In the centre of the group above you can see etched bird tracks.
Below a marsupial of some kind.
The beaches of the Burrup -- in spite of the industrial complex -- still manage to be stunning!
The "sand" you see below is actually shells, not sand at all. Nothing but shells.
Below: a local walking his dog across glistening sands when the tide is out...
Note the clear water above.

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Tring Tiles: more book research (Middle Ages)

There's a bit of mystery about how these tiles ended up in a curiosity shop in Tring, U.K.
 After all, they date from about 1330!

They portray a series of scenes from -- supposedly -- the life of Jesus, but they aren't just the same old New Testament tales. They are a medieval take on biblical stories and are particularly interesting because they portray the everyday life of the 14th century England rather than the Palestine over a thousand years earlier. They can be seen in the British Museum in London.

The above tile supposedly shows Jesus playing by the river making pools. When a bully destroys one, he falls dead, only to be resurrected by the young Jesus, apparently achieving this miracle by giving him a kick, after being admonished by his mother. (Or touching him lightly with his foot. Take your pick.) The first English comic strip?

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

RESEARCH: LINENFOLD WOOD MOULDING

 When in the U.K. on the recent trip, visiting castles and manor houses formed part of my research. Today I used a tiny part of that research in the book I'm writing -- Book 3 of The Forsaken Lands.

I just wrote this:
Flattening herself against the solid oak of the linenfold panels, Sorrel stared at the King.

I'd never come across "linenfold" panels until I visited The Vyne Estate, a National Trust property in Hampshire, and I was fascinated. 

 



Along this gallery, once walked Queen Katherine of Aragon and King Henry VIII. Still later he came back, this time with Anne Boleyn on his arm...
 I got shivers just walking down this long gallery, thinking of the feet that had trodden those floors, the eyes that had feasted on those panels, the men and woman who had lived and walked here.

Not to mention the long-forgotten artisans who created these lovely wooden panels.

Saturday, November 01, 2014

THIS RED LAND ... WITH FLOWERS

 Photos taken on our trip back from the Pilbara in July. 
Spring had already sprung up there in spite of it still being Winter. The great red land of inland Western Australia had begun to bloom. (Come to think of it, this whole thing about having four seasons doesn't have much relevance to a very large part of Australia. Especially Autumn/Fall. Not much falls around here, not in that sense...)
Somewhere near Payne's Find, we came into the first of the "Spring" wildflowers
 The plant above is a carnivore -- a Drosera or Sundew
Another Drosera below. They were so thick on the ground in places it was like a sticky carpet
 Above: Everlastings
Above: Grevillea sp.
At first, all the everlastings look white, 
and then you realise they are all kind of colours, sizes and species...
This corner of the world is the centre of flowering plant diversity. There are about 13,000 species, subspecies and varieties of flowering plants in the state of which more than 60 per cent are unique to Western Australia.

Monday, October 20, 2014

EVERY NEWLY PUBLISHED AUTHOR SHOULD READ THIS

Every time an author freaks out about poor or unfavourable reviews of their book(s), and then comments publicly about the review and the reviewer, it blows up into a huge internet kerfuffle among the literary/reviewing/writing community. Every. Single. Time. 

The latest such author versus book blogger event is possibly more egregious than usual, and I'm not going to link to it. There has been enough said already, and I don't have anything to add.

Usually the end result of this kind of blow-up is that the author has to back down, either apologising, or simply learning to shut up.

And that is the way it should be. Yep, unless there is some kind of deliberate, proven vendetta going on which is demonstrably having a deleterious outcome, the author concerned should ignore a bad review.

Why? 


Firstly,  
because we authors write books to be read, and we have no say whatsoever about how it will be enjoyed -- or hated. If any author thinks they can write a book everyone will enjoy, they're off their rocker, or incredibly narcissistic. If you are going to be published, get used to the idea that not everybody will think your work has merit.

Secondly, 
remember this: EVERY SINGLE REVIEW YOU READ is a valid one. Yes, even the one that says your book sucks and you write like a sloth on valium. Yes, even the one where the reviewer hates it because you wrote a thriller (true, and it even said so on the cover) when they expected a romance. Or maybe they expected a thriller and got a romance. Every review is valid because that's what that particular reviewer thought/felt/believed when they read the book. It's their opinion and they are not only entitled to that opinion, but they are entitled to make it public. It is valid for them, pertaining to that particular book of yours. If it bothers you, go read a five star review to make you feel better, or never read another review of your own works, ever again.

Thirdly,  
as a continuance of that last sentence, I'm going to show you why pounding your computer keys into broken plastic bits over a one star review (or even many one star reviews) is ridiculous. The following extracts are all from reader reviews of one of my published books (and many thanks to every single one of those reviewers. I love you for reading it, and I'm sorry not all of you liked it.) Remember, these comments are all about the SAME book. Each comment is by a different reviewer, and I don't think any of them are known to me.
  • Buying the next one immediately. I haven't enjoyed a book this much in a long time.
  • This book reads more like a rough hewn, overlong indie than a professional, polished work. 
  • I loved this book. It's not short but it gripped me so much that I read it in less than a day. My only gripe was having to wait for the next book.  
  •  My one major major gripe with this book is all the filler.
  • While the plot and story line draw you in, you become attached to the characters, so attached that you cry when something goes wrong, laugh when something funny happens, and rejoice when there is a great victory. You just have to know what is going to happen next in this book.
  • The characters left me absolutely indifferent.
  • The characters are so detailed and alive, the background descriptions vivid! 
  • The characters were incredibly unlikeable, I could not root for any of them.
  • Glenda Larke has ticked all the boxes for me; she writes well, has a good story and plot, likeable and original characters.
And so on. I could fill several blog posts with similar contrasting snippets from reviews.

Fourthly, 
we authors should be grateful to reviewers. They are readers, and we write for readers. They tell others about our books. They advertise us. Sometimes even their bad reviews will say enough to convince a reader that they will actually like the book. 

Fifthly,  
we can learn from reviews, if that is what we want to do. When I started writing, there was no internet. If a reader wanted to let an author know what they thought of a book, they had to sit down and write a letter to the publisher and eventually it would get to the author. Or, they had to be a professional reviewer for a magazine or newspaper. So mostly a writer's only real idea of whether a book was well-liked or otherwise were the sales figures. Worse, they had very little chance of finding out WHY. There was a huge barrier between reader and writer, especially from the author's point of view, and it was hard to see on the other side of that divide.

Nowadays by contrast, reviews -- whether they are from Amazon, Goodreads or book blogs -- are an accessible insight into how our work is received, and I treasure that. Yes, I read the bad reviews. Sometimes I think a reader has misread the book and I shrug and move on; more often I learn from what they say, taking it on board, using the criticism to make my writing better. 

So, 
if you are a book blogger, whatever your forum, I love you. Keep it up. 
If you are an author and find a bad review, either learn something, or just be thankful someone is reading your work. Either way, DO NOT COMMENT.


Sunday, October 19, 2014

NEW USE FOR THE CLOTHESLINE

This is the scene of the nestbuilding above
Yesterday a Willy Wagtail started to build a nest on my one and only clothesline. Which could spell disaster for my washing in future weeks... Of course, the nest might not go anywhere. Birds don't always finish what they start.



This is the culprit to the left. Not a very good photo, but these guys never stay still for a moment. There's a good reason they are called wagtails.

They are members of the fantail family (not the wagtails!) Rhipidura.

This is what the nest looks like after one day of nestbuilding. It started with one of the birds wrapping spiderwebs around his beak and then sticking it to the corner of the clothesline. This was followed by all kinds of fluff and hairs, and was a joint effort.




Wednesday, October 08, 2014

CRIMESCENE W.A.

 Or to be quite accurate:

crimeScene W.A.
combining the facts and fiction of crime

Happening this coming weekend...
I will be there on Sunday afternoon, taking part in a panel at 2.30 p.m.
If you are there, say hi!

From their website:

For enthusiasts of crime fiction and most things crime related, budding authors and people with a macabre sense of the normal, crimeScene will be held at the Rydges Perth Hotel in Perth, Western Australia...

... a fantastic programme lined up that will present talks and discussions by crime fiction authors regarding their work and by the people involved in the real-life world of criminal investigations.

Monday, October 06, 2014

INSPIRED BY A SALT CELLAR

 While I was in the U.K. on my recent trip, 
one of the things I did was to visit museums, 
castles, art galleries and stately homes. 

There was a reason beyond just enjoyment: 
background research for my novels. 
Today this photo I took of a salt cellar 
became the inspiration for a section 
in the chapter I am presently writing 
of Book 3 of The Forsaken Lands.

(Yep, you read that right: salt cellar)
Called the Burghley Nef, it was crafted in France 
in the early part of the 16th century. 

It's now in the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. 
Made from a nautilus shell and gilded silver,
 it's more than 40 cm high. 
Yep, rather large for a salt cellar! 

The salt was put in a dish on the deck, 
and the whole thing placed in front of 
an honoured guest... 
 

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

This is the view from my verandah on Saturday morning...

And in other news, there's an interview of me up here, about my writing and life.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

TODAY'S FAMILY SAGA

 Today, in spite of the rain, a longtime birding friend and I went to a nearby lake. It was a good day -- nesting Little Grebes with at least one fluffy young on the nest being fed by a visiting parent while the other brooded, nesting Magpie Lark, nesting Little Pied Cormorants and Darters sharing the same tree... and:

Tree Martin Petrochelidon nigricans 
 
"There's always someone pushing their way to the front..."  -->

"I'm getting squashed!"
"I can't see back here!"
"See? Look what happens when Dad brings lunch..."

"Unfortunately there's always someone wanting to evict us too... Not enough housing (ask anyone trying to rent around the metro area)..."



Thursday, September 25, 2014

LISTEN TO ME...

Well, I am back home. Minus luggage for a while, but it did turn up. And I brought home a cold. That was NOT a good exchange, airline people!

I have since been trying to do my taxes and write a book -- those two things don't mix very well, I find. When I'm doing one, I worry about not doing the other...
Anyway, until I get back to posting pretty pictures and such, here's something to listen to:



 Cheryl Morgan is the interviewer, Ujima Radio is based in Bristol, UK. The first person interviewed is also a writer, Amy C. Fitzjohn, speaking about going the self-published route and how to raise profile.

Then me, chatting about my life, writing and such. Enjoy!

Saturday, September 06, 2014

FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF YORK: Some signs...


 Quintessential Britain? 
A cathedral, 
a red doubledecker bus and a book fair...

HISTORY!!!
 
The Shambles
The ancient street of the butchers of York, mentioned in the Doomsday book of William the Conquerer...

 




 




Lendal Tower dating from about 1300...

Stonegate...once a Roman paved street, in use for 1,900 years...






 

ROYALTY!!!  Kings (and Queens) everywhere, some of whom didn't mind their heads...

The Pavement so called as early as 1378...



CHURCHES!!! 
 
St Samson's Church
First mentioned in 1154... now put to other uses


VILLAINS!!! 
Guy Fawkes was born in this house...
Yep, I'm having fun.

Friday, September 05, 2014

BUILDING BLOCKS FOR A SETTING

So what research am I doing anyway, you may ask? The book I am writing at the moment is Book 3 of The Forsaken Lands, and that is set in a world that equates with our 18th century Netherlands and England, yet here I am, haring off to look at Neolithic burial chambers, Welsh castles and Norman churches, dovecotes and Anglo-Saxon artifacts from Sutton Hoo. 

Well, that's one of the glories of writing in secondary worlds (that is, worlds reminiscent of ours, but actually mostly made up.)
I can use ideas, adapt them to my world and make it something new and fresh. At the same time, it is important to make the world realistic. Seeing real places and real artefacts from our world therefore supplies both inspiration and reality; they are jumping off points for my fiction.

Here are a few more photos from the complex at St Cross:
 Above: Barrels in the Medieval cellar
 Above: a wooden wash tub and scrubbing brush
 Above: a cart used for carrying the coke into the kitchens
 Above: a wooden sink lined with metal -- tin alloy? surely not lead?? --attached to a pump... Imagine the kitchen drudge washing up the dishes here, day after day.
 Above: the kitchen range, with roasting spit and a side oven for bread baking... (Did you know there used to be spit dogs? A breed that turned the roasting spit by walking...now an extinct breed. I don't suppose they had them here, but I can think of a story where a kitchen boy runs away with the dog to save it from a life of servitude...)
Above: A jug made of leather
 Below: The Brethren's Hall where they dined
What did they use that balcony -- overlooking the dining hall -- for? And why are there six leather fire buckets hanging suspended from it? A writer immediately starts imagining, What if....?