Very excited to have 250 pages of a draft book based on the blog Following the Crow Song – well on the way, it has three sections and a different secret working title. It seems to fit together well, Looking for some beta readers soon.
It’s under Mum’s bed to keep away the burglars. Mum’s companion and stand in body guard, connecting her to home is a short flat, fairly blunt blade gaining it strength from the way it’s held and thrust.
And yes we do get burglars, but I sleep through it whilst my heroic mum chases them away.
It’s the tool that opens up the bush for my Dad, the wanderer searching for his love, her Mum. Her people find him in the bush and take him into their hearts, by choice.
In the present – slash, bang and bash – it’s destroying the calm day of porters and walkers on a journey, disconnecting them forever from their desire for the Kokoda trail.
It protects, explores, opens up and threatens; its stories say, “Take care, I am shrouded in ambiguity. I am a way to farm your wilderness, lash out at those feared…
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