When my kids were little they were rather fond of making misty clouds of condensation with their warm breath on wintery mornings. They called it “dragon breath”. Though not quite on par with Daenerys Targaryn’s scaley pups, it was impressive to visually witness a volume of air that had moments before inhabited every cell inContinueContinue reading “Dragon Breath”
Author Archives: andrewturbill
The Dawn Chorus
It was nearing dawn, hideously early unless you’re going fishing or leaving the country on dubious political grounds. The colossal din of a gazillion bird voices muscled its way in through the window above my head, filling the room with such manic avian boisterousness that it completely dashed any hope of a sleep-in. So insteadContinueContinue reading “The Dawn Chorus”
Call of the Wild
Have you ever laid in bed at night and wondered how the heck I come up with the inspiration for my stories each month? Sure you have, it’s ok, I’ve wondered myself at times. The truth is, more often than not the nub for a story builds slowly in me, day after day, fermenting awayContinueContinue reading “Call of the Wild”
Two Blokes and a Spider Wasp
Last week we had some friends visiting from Dungog. Actually, just as an aside, I’ve always thought “Dungog” sounded like the name for a hideous swamp-dwelling serpent. Camera pans to a fetid bog where dozens of dismembered soldiers lay in the eerie mist…black-cloaked man on horseback mutters “only a Dungog could have done such butchery”.ContinueContinue reading “Two Blokes and a Spider Wasp”
The Gecko Overlord
I sometimes feel like a crazed squirrel when I’m stacking firewood. instead of collecting acorns though, I’m stacking veritable mountains-chains of cleaved wood chords. We have three firewood storage tanks with any surplus wood arranged like Hadrian’s Wall along the driveway to keep out the Celtic hordes (oh, they’re coming, don’t you worry about that!).ContinueContinue reading “The Gecko Overlord”