A New Historical Novel by Gillian Long The 9th District is set in Australia during the Great Depression when men’s lives are cheap, immigrants are expendable, and a mysterious disease is sweeping through the cane fields. Mark Anders has had enough. He challenges the powerful sugar industry, and the fight becomes brutal. The novel is … Continue reading The 9th District.
A Short Story... Wallabies nibbling the lawn were cute, but how many shots of cute creatures could you post in one day? Wallabies, ducks, and Tom. How much could friendship stand? Every post, every comment: Living the dream! You are so lucky to have escaped lockdown. I wanted to scream. I’m still in lockdown. Fewer … Continue reading Discord in Paradise.
What is art in fiction? Is it the subjective aesthetic appeal of a word, the rhythm, the structure, or the carefully crafted sentences that create a paragraph? Using another medium as a metaphor, is it the brushwork and colour choice? Is art in the composition or is it in the meaning conveyed? Painting and architecture … Continue reading Will Social Media Kill Art in Fiction?
A prologue in fiction is often seen as taboo by novelists, at least those who engage in social media groups. I have even heard some reading-group-members complain, and claim they skip the prologue and go straight to chapter one. I must declare my bias upfront. I am a fan, but I also wanted to understand … Continue reading The prologue in fiction is much maligned.
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My bags are packed and I’m ready to go but still I must remain until a police officer will arrive to escort me from the hotel tomorrow morning when I fly home I am certified Covid free so why, is the question I keep asking. The food gets worse and my patience wears thin. New … Continue reading Quarantine – Day Fourteen
I awoke this morning in a fuzzy state. Days and hours seem to merge in a grey blancmange of unendingness. I was late; the breakfast was late, and I hadn’t the motivation to get up. Eventually I dragged my reluctance with me to the bathroom. A refrain went through my mind like the old-fashioned gramophone … Continue reading Quarantine Day Thirteen
Nearly there. Yesterday I had my Covid test. Eweeh- it made me sneeze. One up the nostril the other down the throat. The people who did the test arrived at my hotel door all kitted out in PPE, and placed a chair inside the doorway where I was to sit. They remained in the corridor. … Continue reading Quarantine – Day Twelve
Cleaning across the hallway. Only three more days and four more sleeps to go. Yay! Although I’ve run out of real coffee and am back to the black powdered stuff. Not too long now - so long as I don’t have Covid!. I was expecting my test yesterday on day ten but once again I … Continue reading Quarantine – Day Eleven
Write at the end of the road 