Not about the election

The federal election is on today – 3^rd May 2025. But I’ve had lots to say about what’s important to us and who we’ll be voting for. I fear the result will not be what we want but time will tell. All I can say is that at our age we’re starting to be able to see the finishing post, at which point we’ll be past caring. I’m glad about that. I don’t envy the next generation.

We’ve been in our new house for about 7 months now and after a very rocky start, we’ve made it our own. The little garden is very different, and we’ve installed solar power and solar hot water, painted the inside, put in a new kitchen, new carpets, renovated the bathroom and the ensuite – and had to sell too large furniture and buy replacements.

We’re almost at the point where we can relax and enjoy it.

The local birds are learning that they’re safe and welcome here. Rainbow lorikeets pop by, as do grey butcher birds, and miner birds. They’ve discovered the bird baths we set up and come for a drink and, increasingly, for a bath. A couple of kookaburras have started to come over for a feed. In fact, one evening, after accepting some chicken, one sat on the fence looking down. Suddenly he dived into some plants and came up with a 30cm snake, which he proceeded to beat to death on the pavers. That done, he swallowed it whole. He can come again.

It’s nice standing out on the patio in the evening, glass of wine in hand. Just before the sun sets hundreds of corellas fly, squawking and screeching, out of the high branches of nearby trees and head for wherever they roost. Then, after sunset the bats leave their roosts and stream overhead for the forest where they feed. The way they fly is interesting. They don’t go in straight lines but zigzag. I’ve heard they actually follow the roads.

So, life’s pretty good for us. Time will tell if Australia is headed in the right direction.

My latest novel is finished but still needs editing. Meanwhile, here is the cover and the blurb. I’ll be putting it up for preorder soon.

Dru wasn’t expecting much from the dead rock—until he found a wreck a thousand years old. The name that went with the ship? Drarkghon. Pirate, matriarch, myth. And maybe, just maybe, real.

Kit knows the stories better than anyone. Scholar, skeptic, expert on all things Drarkghon, she signs on to help track down the fabled treasure. But they’re not alone in the hunt. Someone dangerous is always one step behind.

Chasing scattered clues across forgotten systems, Dru and Kit are drawn deeper into a mystery that was never meant to be solved. The closer they get, the more it becomes clear: this isn’t just about a hoard. It’s about rewriting history. And someone will kill to stop that happening.

Falling for each other? That’s just one more complication they don’t need.

Coming soon to an ebook store near you.