Working with elephants in their natural habitat has always been Eric Phillips dream. Getting what he’s always desired introduces him to Tyaan Bouwer, the bush pilot that flies in his supplies, and Eric discovers the allure of South Africa goes beyond the wildlife and the scenery.
But in an area where bushveld prejudices and hatred bleed across the borders, realising their love will be a hard fought battle. Keeping hold of it might just kill them.
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An avid reader, Lillian Francis was always determined she wanted to write, but a ‘proper’ job and raising a family distracted her for over a decade. Over the years and thanks to the charms of the Internet, Lillian realized she’d been writing at least one of her characters in the wrong gender. Ever since, she’s been happily letting her ‘boys’ run her writing life.
Lillian now divides her time between family, a job and the numerous men in her head all clamouring for ‘their’ story to be told.
Lillian lives in an imposing castle on a wind-swept desolate moor or in an elaborate ‘shack’ on the edge of a beach somewhere depending on her mood, with the heroes of her stories either chained up in the dungeon or wandering the shack serving drinks in nothing but skimpy barista aprons.
In reality, she would love to own a camper van and to live by the sea.
You can read more about Lillian here:
Pinterest and my hissy fit
Theory Unproven is the first story I’ve written where I have used Pinterest as a writing tool. Finding a place to store random photographs has been more useful than I would have imagined. I don’t have to take up space on my hard drive storing photos of planes and wildlife or try to remember where I saved the bookmark of the style of hat that Tyaan wears. On Pinterest the photos have links that can take me back to the original site should I need to revisit some information that I forgot and they are all collected in the same place. If I want to remind myself that the type of antelope I have at the watering hole can be found in that part of South Africa I pin a map and then pin a photo of that animal to remind me what it looks like. Job done.
And once you start to add things to your board Pinterest will send you links to things that might interest you, things you might not even have considered that could help your storytelling. It also tells you when other people have pinned one of your pins to their boards. And this is where my hissy fit comes in. I’ve attached the link for your reading pleasure if you want to see me have a mini meltdown (in the most reserved and English of ways). You have no control over where people pin things, I understand that, but to see the magnificent Bushbuck pinned to a board titled Hunting made me angry. (I know I talk about eating antelope in another post but Bushbuck are hunted mainly for their hide.)
If you want to browse my Pinterest page you’ll find it here.
Do you use Pinterest or other tools to help your writing/reading/hobbies?
Johan turned to his boyfriend. “I guess we can cross the plus-one off his invite. There’s no way he’ll have a boyfriend by next year, and he’s not bringing some one-night stand to my wedding.”
“Wedding?” Tyaan grinned, as much at Jessie’s excited squeal as the revelation itself. “That’s great news. As if I’d bring a casual hook-up to such an important event. Jessie and I will come together.”
“What if Jessie wants to use her plus-one?” Johan asked, fixing Tyaan with another of those looks.
“There isn’t anyone. Is there, Jess?”
“What?” Jessie stilled in her seat. “Umm. No.”
“Unless you want to take that ex of yours from the hospital?”
“A lot can happen in a year. We’ll see nearer the time. Yeah?” She grinned and clapped her hands together. “A wedding! I need details. And champagne.”
Tyaan called for a bottle of champagne and a jug of orange juice—he had a plane to fly in a few hours—and let the wedding chatter wash over him. His eyes fell on the joined hands of Johan and his, well, his fiancé. That sounded so grown-up. They were getting older, each and every one of them. He let his gaze slide up to the smiling face of his oldest friend and felt a sharp tug in his chest.
For all their fooling around, he’d never loved Johan, not as anything other than a friend, but there was no denying the feeling making his stomach churn could be attributed to jealousy.
He wanted someone to look at him in that way, but Johan was right, unless he turned his world upside down, that dream would never become a reality.