My life was described by one of my editors as “impossibly exotic” – although really it was not my life, but me, that was the exotic, the uprooted plant, the one who didn’t belong, always living in someone else’s backyard...
Now I am back in Australia, the returning native learning to live where I was born. Writer, traveler, environmentalist. Author of The Isles of Glory trilogy (The Aware, Gilfeather, The Tainted); The Mirage Makers trilogy (Heart of the Mirage, Shadow of Tyr, Song of the Shiver Barrens); The Stormlord trilogy The Last Stormlord, Stormlord Rising, Stormlord's Exile, and writing as Glenda Noramly, a stand-alone book Havenstar. LATEST:
THE FORSAKEN LANDS
A clash of cultures and magic as traders and buccaneers hunt for spices and wealth in the Va-forsaken half of the world ... even as the unidentified darkness of plague and murder stalks their own land.
THE LASCAR'S DAGGER and THE DAGGER'S PATH available worldwide now! Final book, THE FALL OF THE DAGGER out mid-April.
We are actually in Esperance tonight, but I am going to backtrack a bit, because I have managed to get a good internet connection (hellishly expensive though), so I can download some photos.
So this is Kalgoorlie...
Day two of my trip started with a morning spent in Kalgoorlie, beginning with signing some books in the Angus & Robertson bookstore – and it has a huge science fiction and fantasy section managed by the lovely Tanya and Siobhan. In fact a very impressive store. I think Theresa, the HarperCollins rep in Perth, told them I eat booksellers for breakfast if not served with coffee…
Kalgoorlie has a surfeit of gorgeous public buildings, and – of course – hotels… It is also surrounded by mines, now all open cut, which means a landscape of savage rawness on a staggering scale. Note the size of the tailings – large enough to be called mountains on the scale of Australian mountains? – and the depth of the open-cut goldmine, Superpit. Those specks along the wall of the slope are trucks the size of T.rex.
The birds are Crested Pigeons out for an early morning stroll.
This is a harsh land. We passed though a small part of the largest temperate woodland remainingin the world – the Eucalypts survive dry conditions too severe for farmers and graziers, and so it has been largely left alone.