Sunday, 21 April 2013
Some funny things (I mean peculiar) have been happening to me lately. One thing is I have discovered that I seem to have invisible hands. When I use toilets that have laser beams to automatically turn on the water and dry your hands, nothing happens. I stick my hands under the tap. Nothing comes out. I wriggle them about thinking there needs to be movement. Not a drop. Another man comes and sticks his hands under the same tap and water gushes out like Angel Falls. Same thing happens with the hand dryer. Jetstream? Forget it. I don't even get a gentle zephyr. Maybe they don't work after you reach a certain age (and I have reached a certain age). Certainly other things happen when you break through the age barrier and find yourself at Mach Zero on the the other side. The other day Annette and I were in the car going over the Orwell Bridge and she was talking in her usual soft voice, so without thinking I reached over to the radio volume (the radio was off) and turned it up. To my surprise her voice did not get any louder. Then I realised what I'd done, what I had expected to happen, and was mortified. Annette, of course, simply laughed her socks off.
By the by, following Keith Brooke's kind publication of my memoirs 'On My Way To Samarkand' I decided to have a go myself at publishing my account of my 12 day motorcycle ride through the Queensland outback in 2008, a grueling, tough event for an effete writer, I can tell you. If you're at all interested you can find it on Amazon under the title 'Rookie Biker in the Outback'. It's more about the mystique and spirit of the Australian wilderness than it is about biking, since I am not really a genuine biker having only passed my test six weeks before leaving for Oz. It was a wonderful experience though, especially at a certain age.
Thursday, 18 April 2013
Me? I got up, groaned, had some corn flakes, made a coffee, sat down at my computer and hit the keys. Yawn. Actually it's a new science fiction novel with the working title Ring-a-Ring o' Roses and I'm going to stun the sf world with its brilliance, so there.
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
My name is Garry (Douglas) Kilworth and I'm a writer with 80 published novels and books of short stories in print. I am also at odd times of the day Kim Hunter, the author who wrote The Red Pavilions trilogy. Kim and Garry get on very well together, most of the time, but occasionally professional jealousy creeps in when one book does better than another. Zamerkand is the city in The Red Pavilions where the main character a soldier lost in time and reality, makes his home and reaches for a higher station and for a great love. The novels are in the genres of science fiction, fantasy, young adult, historical war novels, mainstream literary novels and one or two non-fiction works. I'm not well known, though I've obviously been writing a long time and earning a good living at it. If the main character in a Hollywood movie is a writer, he or she either writes as best seller or is a failure and never writes again. Wrong. There are many of us out there who can make a living writing novels that never get into the best seller lists, yet sell enough thousands to make themselves and their publisher a reasonable living. I'm one of them. Several of my friends are others. Hollywood be damned.