You're the best thing that ever happened to me

Saturday is our golden anniversary, yet our first meeting seems less than the blink of an eye ago, the result of a series of improbable coincidences that still make me smile. Everything that has happened since became inevitable at that moment. I do not believe in fate, divine intervention or love at first sight, but I could make a good case for each phenomena from our lives together.
I would wish for another fifty years together, but it is difficult to imagine being one hundred and twenty-five.
Thank you.

L'envoi

When I retired from the offshore oil industry in 1997 I sought the services of publishers and editors by writing romance as I learned my craft. My first publisher insisted that I write as a woman and Amy Gallow was born. Amy's last book will be released by Whiskey Creek Press in May and I will continue to write under my own name as I explore areas other than romance.
To prove tha I have not entirely abandoned romance, this is an excerpt from "The Sapphire Sea" a tale leading to the final voyage of  a anchor handling/supply boat working in the Timor Sea.

Malcolm woke to the pre-dawn glow from the east and found himself alone in the bed. Tracey was standing naked at the open door leading to the balcony, her raised hands resting on either side of the frame, one foot slightly advanced as if she were about to step outside. She’d raised herself on her toes to peer over the edge of the balcony down into the deserted streets. If Malcolm survived to be old and grey, he was certain that this picture would be as clear in his mind then as it was now.

“Good morning,” he said.

She turned her head to look at him. “It is,” she agreed.

“Come back to bed?” He lifted the sheet to invite her in.

“You’re very ambitious,” she teased. “Wasn’t last night enough?”

“A thousand nights wouldn’t be enough,” he countered chivalrously.

“I won’t ask you to prove that, but the thought is delicious.” She crossed the room and slipped under the bedclothes with him.

Offshore become The Sea Sapphire

In the days after my last post it dawned on me that the centre of the story was the ship rather than the personnel and I started to have doubts about the title. It's happened before. "Mitchell's Run" began life under another title, so did "The First Born". As with the others, changing the title changed my perception of the story, opening up possibilities I'd not considered before.
Apart from the prologue, the story begins with the introduction of the ship and will now end with the aftermath of the sinking described in the prologue. This was my original outline and the name change gives me the chance to cover other aspect of offshore operations.

Offshore

I began writing Offshore in 1982 while working on offshore supply and anchor-handling boats in Australia, both off the North-West coast and in Bass Strait. Originally it was little more than a series of notes written at odd moments and was intended to follow the members of a normal nine-man crew of one swing. I put the notes together into a story after I published my first romance novel in 1999, but there they languished until after Coasting was accepted for publication at the beginning of 2012.
I opened the story file while deciding whether to continue with the third volume of The Alliance series of science fiction/fantasy or continue with the semi biographical sea story theme started by Coasting.
The story I created in 1999 was simple and linear, beginning with a prologue in which the central ship had sunk and ending at the same point when the story of it came to happen ended. I started writing with that  and the outline of the nine characters in mind.
Other characters emerged as I wrote, some drawn from memory and others created by the story itself. A few elbowed the original characters aside, supplanting them in importance and changing both the flow and direction. I kept them disciplined for a while, but today I gave up and gave them their head.
I admit to having little Idea where the story will lead now, but I am enjoying the journey more.

The best review ever

I sent a copy of "Coasting" to a contemporary of mine who was at sea, on different ships to me, in 1975. He rang me yesterday and spent almost an hour on the phone telling me how exactly I'd captured the era and how much he'd enjoyed the story. "I felt I was sitting there watching it happen,"he said. "I remember the ship you based the Dargo on and the number of times I cursed that damned control air system."
We chuckled together about remembered incidents at the "Breckie Creek" hotel and at "Cleo's" in Fremantle, reliving our relative youth in its more madcap moments.
When the call ended, I sat for some time, grinning my pleasure at the compliments he'd paid me in enjoying the book so much and thinking it so true.
It was what I'd set out to do in 1972.

The Coasting Contest is live at Coffee Time Romance

Eternal Press released Coasting on August 1st and Coffee Time Romance are running a competition on their contest page . The prize is a download of the book and a $25 Coffee Time Romance voucher to spend in their book store. The answers are on the Coasting page of my websites

The following excerpt doesn't have the answers, but you might enjoy it anyway.

Doug’s mind wandered. His snatches of sleep since the boiler failed  were not enough and tiredness was a leaden weight on his shoulders. He'd husbanded the others as much as he could but there’d always been something urgent he had to do immediately.

Things had steadied now. Around him, everyone did their jobs and his focus drifted. It would be tempting to find a seat somewhere and sit for a while.

He reacted slowly to Taff’s sudden movement and incoherent shout. It was not till the man’s hand closed on the live bar that he shouted, “No, Taff, don’t!”

It was too late. The alternating current constricted the tendons and Taff’s hand locked itself around the bar. He gave a weird wavering wail and appeared to dance a jig about the bar. Doug caught the whiff of burning flesh and it galvanized him into action. He took two running steps and swung his right foot in a mighty kick to break Taff’s deadly grip.

The jolt of the current wiped out his mind before he knew if he’d succeeded

Edits

I have always enjoyed the interaction with an editor in the publishing process of a book or story. We are both committed to producing the very best telling of the story, but come at it from different directions.
Every editor I've worked with has been different and I've learned from each of them. It was my initial purpose in seeking publication, gaining the services of editors to help me learn to write better. The current book is no different.
The cultural difference between the US and Australia are fertile grounds for editors and Coasting has produced some classic examples like Smoko and Larrikin.
Other differences are more subtle. Handguns are not readily available in Australia and were even less so in 1974. So a hit man who patiently modifies a cheap, more readily available, .22 calibre rifle for each kill, disposing of the parts afterwards, seemed strange to my American editor. Especially when he compensated for the lightweight, hollow point, projectile by turning the cut down and silenced rifle into a machine pistol that emptied the fifteen shot magazine at the squeeze of a trigger. (I admit to having done the same modification when I was young, just to prove it could done and not to kill fellow humans.) It is a brutally effective and discreet killing weapon, inaudible except at close range. Its design facilitates breaking it down and scattering the parts afterwards--a valuable asset for the careful hit man.
It's all part of the fun of writing.

Coasting has a cover

Amanda Kelsey has done me proud with this cover. It is striking and effective. All I need now are the edits and they're in progress.

I make no bones about this book being very special to me. It was the genre I wanted to write in 1975 and all the other books and stories have been the preparation for its release. I enjoyed the learning curve, but my goal was always this book.

In many ways, the journey has been symptomatic of my life, selecting a goal and then bending my efforts to achieve it. When I was younger, it was easier. I always knew I could outlast temporary setbacks and never found one that was permanent. On the cusp of seventy-five, reaching this one brings a special pleasure.

Education Week

Part of the Education Week festivities in Victoria is Grandparent's Day, where the younger students can invite their grandparents to the school to see the work they do. With eight grandchildren, it's been a busy week for us. Fortunately, the schedules of individual schools did not clash and we managed to visit each grandchild's school and enthuse about their work.
At one school there was a concert, with each group of children presenting a short item and I was amazed at how confidently most of them took the stage. I would never have managed it at their age.
At another, the senior students ran the assembly, ably assisted by their juniors, while, at the third, we were invited to share lunch with our grandchildren and be shown through their class rooms and the work they are doing.
One grand-daughter (9) sang solo at assembly (she is already part of the Australian Girl's Choir program)
Education has come a long way since the authoritarian, lock-step days of my childhood and, if my generation still has doubts about some aspects of its journey, there are times when it seems amazingly successful.

My personal Tardis

Like "Coasting", my current WIP, "Offshore" is proving that time travel is possible.
 It was first written in 1982, when I was sailing on Supply Boats not unlike the Sapphire Sea and recalls some moments of that time with absolute clarity. Others I had to think about...like the lookout system for night steaming.
With such a small crew, nine men, the Skipper and the Mate had to do six-hour watches and it was important to ensure that at least two men are awake during the hours of darkness (radar is an aid, not an answer to safe night steaming) With two engineers and only five ABs, one of which is committed to the engine room while another acts as cook, that leaves three men to cover the hours of darkness on the bridge. Logically, each man should do four hours as lookout and have eight hours to sleep, but it didn't fit with my vague memories of the time and the manuscript written in the period contained no specifics.
I went back to friends from those days, largely engineers, and found I wasn't the only one whose memories were vague. Worse, everyone remembered the system differently.
My next source was the personal journals I kept at the time (records not so much of daily events, but of thoughts and conclusions it was rarely politic to express aloud. A form of lightning conductor that kept me out of trouble more times than I can remember) Their inconclusive nature and the variance of other peoples' memories convinced me that the system must have varied from ship to ship and from crew to crew (we normally swung on and off the ship as a group, some crews staying together for years).
Talking about something so specific with friends who shared the experience, generated some marvelous tales of the times and characters (A skipper everybody called "Fruit Box" because he was so short he had to carry a wooden fruit box to see over the wing of the bridge when manoeuvring alongside a rig).
The other element of interest was the different ways others recalled the same incidents, some because they were on different supply boats, others because of different perspectives.
It was a great interlude from writing.

Mitchell's Run

Whiskey Creek Press have accepted "Mitchell's Run" in it original Australian setting and will release it as an e-book. There's no cover art or release date yet, but this fulfills a promise I made to myself when Saltwater Press folded and my first five books went out of print with them. They were all paperbacks released only in Australia and I was determined to give them a wider audience, both for my own satisfaction and as a tribute to Diane Colman's faith in me at the time.
The writing has been updated and the final question about Andrew Mitchell has been answered in this version, satisfying the most common query about the story from readers.

Offshore

With "Coasting" awaiting edits and cover art, I turned to some of my other writing from my sea-going days and found one that was worth another look. It chronicles the death of an aging supply boat in the Timor Sea and begins with two survivors floating in the darkness after the ship has sunk. It was originally written in 1982 and is the product of twenty years experience in the industry, working with crews not all that different from the one in the story.
This is a picture of one about the right vintage and size.

They have a working crew of nine, a skipper, a mate, two engineers and five seamen and do everything, rig shifts, anchor work, towage and supplies. I've sailed through cyclones in them and spent endless days towing rigs and other things half way around the world.
A marvellous way of life when you're young.

Back on my feet again

It seems to have taken forever, but I can now walk and cycle without real discomfort.
There were some benefits to my enforced sedentary ways, "Coasting" has been accepted by Eternal Press and we had a holiday down at Warrnambool, which allowed me to exercise along the beach to strengthen my knee.
We're continuing our cull of the accumulated "treasures" of thirty-four years of living in the same house for no other reason than it is necessary, discovering things we'd long forgotten and never missed. I'm not sure what will happen at the end of the process, but it has its own satisfactions.
The impending publication of "Coasting" feels strange. It was first written in the mid 1970s as part of my first exploration into becoming a writer and now has fourteen separate drafts/versions; ten hard copies typed labouriously on a portable typewriter in 1972-1975 and four electronic versions done recently. I am a little surprised at it being accepted because it is locked in the 1970s by circumstances and attitudes and focuses largely on the world of the Australian coastal shipping. My eldest daughter is ecstatic because it her favourite story of mine (I think she sees something of herself in the heroine).
Depending on how well it is received, I have a couple of other stories written during my time at sea that I may resurrect.

The best laid plans....

I tackled the long overdue task of sorting through the Aladdin's cave of things left temporarily (?) by our children during their various shifts from one house to another, a dark corner of our garage that has grown exponentially to take up both workshop and car spaces. The first stage was to sort things into piles of ownership, a process growing more difficult as I ventured further and further into terra incognito.

Near the end, when I had three piles of identified, but forgotten treasures under the shelter of the carport and a garage that echoed noise strangely, I stepped back and onto a can of spray paint that had escaped one of the boxes when I was shifting it and fell heavily.

Initially just winded, it wasn't until I attempted to rise that I realized that I'd twisted or banged my left knee and it wouldn't support me. As always, in these events, I was home alone and it took me twenty minutes to get to my feet with the aid of a work bench.

Today is a little better and I can hobble slowly and painfully while we wait for the results of x-rays etc.

For over seventy years, I have commanded my body and it obeyed...is this the beginning of anarchy?

Filling in time

I have two submissions current, each one very different from the other. One could open new doors and the other is merely more of the same. I am still working on the screenplay of "The Widow-Maker", but that has reached the stage where I'm shuffling things around to make them fit within the time constraint of 120 minutes/120 pages and, now that I'm comfortably back in the story, that is something I tend to do in the back of my mind when I'm doing something physical...like all the house and garden maintenance I put off last winter!
It's very pleasant, now the temperature has fallen a little and I've organised the jobs into a logical sequence and they've begun to look manageable.
I should come back to writing refreshed at the end of them.

What's Happening Now?
I'm collaborating with the Director on the screenplay for the full feature film of "The Widow-Maker" and my learning curve is nearly vertical as I switch from writer to storyteller, re-evaluating every aspect of the story and learning to tell it in a new medium. It's fascinating and I'm having a ball condensing the story into 120 pages of screen play, identifying the essential story points of Lexie's battle with the demons of her past as she matures and grows to meet the challenges of falling in love with a man who does dangerous things. I even made a pun to the Director the the motorcycle called the Widow-Maker was only the vehicle for Lexie's journey to maturity. I'm not sure how he took it because he's in Brisbane and I'm in Melbourne and the screenplay bounces back and forth between us electronically (He probably just groaned and carried on).

After sitting on my top bookshelf for a month, I took down the initial draft of "Coasting" and read it through, marking up the areas that needed re-working. The second draft is finished now and I'm working my way through it to ensure its continuity and flow.(It always amazes me how much changes between drafts)

My annual contest is running at Coffee Time Romance. If you go to  

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/ContestPage.html and scroll down the page a little you will find my alter ego. David Andrews has given you the chance to win downloads of all the books on our combined list, plus a $25 voucher on CTR.

Have fun, and good luck!

I'm on a nostalgia trip at the moment, having printed out a hard copy of my first published book-length story. It won two national contests before it was released in 2000, has been printed under license in China, In the UK as a large print book (hard cover and paperback) and released in the US under another name "Mitchell's Valley" with the locale shifted from the Victorian High Plains to Sacramento and the Sierra Nevada mountains. The reviews have been good rather than enthusiastic and I'm considering submitting it under its original title "Mitchell's Run" with the locale reverting back to Australia.
The story and character never quite fitted the US, even though I did my resarch thoroughly, and it's never been released as an e-book.
Saltwater Press, the original publisher, is sadly long defunct now, but I owe much to Diane Colman and I've managed to have all her books of mine rereleased with different publishers except this one, so I've taken the time out from writing the third book of The Alliance series to review it.

These are the three covers so far, the one in the centre being the hard cover large print version.

The Alliance was reviewed by Regina of Coffee Time Romance and she liked it enough to award it four coffee cups.
This is what she had to say:
Peter is a human that has managed to survive long past a human life span. In doing so, he has set himself the grim task of fighting a group of humans who he feels do not have humanity’s best interest at heart since they are set on taking over human colonies and adding them to the Federation.
Dael is a nearly immortal alien who has taken a human body and become Peter’s mate.
Karrell, Anneke, and Jean-Paul are the children of Peter and Dael.
Gabrielle is Karrell’s wife.
Jack is Karrell and Gabrielle’s son.
Rachael is a Federation agent.
Kamran is a man who is the child of a “spacer” and a peasant. However, he aspires to be much more.
All of Peter’s children must go on 60 missions for the Alliance that he has created to keep the Federation from getting too much of a foothold on human worlds. This is to help them learn, and to help humanity. Anneke is on a current mission on a primitive human planet when she discovers that some Federation agents are about to be killed. While the denizens of this world are cognizant of space travel, they themselves do not have space travel. Keeping one step ahead of those that could harm her is made possible by being able to slip into a place called Limbo. However, at the moment that is not possible since she has decided to rescue the Federation agent Rachael, and does not want to give away where she is from. Keeping Rachael and herself alive and out of the hands of Kamran who is hunting them is easier said than done though. Will she be able to do so? Also, will she be able to lead Rachael where she, and her father, Peter want her to go? Is Kamran truly the enemy, or is he something more? What are his plans for the primitive planet he was raised on? Is the Federation truly the enemy? Will all of Peter’s machinations and manipulations using his children and their powers make the universe a better place? So many questions and only time will reveal the answers.
I truly enjoyed The Alliance. The world building is extraordinary, and the relationships detailed and well thought out. All the characters relate well to each other and in ways that make sense. With as many plots and subplots as there are throughout the story that is a miracle! There is plenty of suspense as well making this book so much more than just a science fiction story, or even a romance. In fact, it puts me more in the mind of a space opera, similar to authors such as Catherine Asaro, and Kay Kenyon. I do wish I had read the first book before this one since I feel as if I would have a better handle on the whole universe, but despite this I found this book to be a very well written science fiction romance. I suggest that you read the first book first though unlike I did so you can follow the storyline more easily. If you enjoy plots, and subplots, romance, suspense, multiple characters, horrible bad guys, bad guys that turn into good guys and unique worlds then you definitely want to pick up a copy The Alliance.
Regina
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More(I think I like her.)

The first draft of Coasting is finished (I suppose I should call it the eleventh draft, because that's how many times it's been written from beginning to end) It ran to a little over ninety thousand words this time.

I've added photographs of the two ships that inspired the tale. I'd sailed on both of them by the time I wrote the first draft and used them as the skeletons of the Kooyonga and Dargo, just as I used some of the people I'd met over the years of seagoing as skeletons for my characters.

Those shipmates, who read the early versions of the tale, were certain they recognized individual characters and invariably named them. They were always wrong, but it did show how well I'd captured the archetypal characters that populated the coastal shipping industry in the mid-seventies.

I've printed out a hard copy and it sits on the upper shelf of my bookcase. In a month, I'll take it down and read it from beginning to end and then the hard work of crafting it into a finished story will begin.

Wish me luck.