Festival of Writing – 2010.

Having had both my books, PURGATORY ROAD and THE BARROS PAWNS, kicked into some sort of shape by The Writer’s Workshop, I grabbed the opportunity to attend their FESTIVAL of WRITING in the city of York, UK in April of 2010. But that wasn’t just down the road; I flew from George to Johannesburg on 7th April 2010 and boarded the evening flight to London.

Landing at Heathrow in the morning, it was easy to grab the Avis shuttle to their depot not far away and hire a car, having done the same only a year before. Again, my friend Brian Nicholson in Reading had kindly agreed to give me a base to move from and a bed for the night. After a warm welcome and catch-up evening, I set off for York the next morning, Friday, with a cheeky bit of machinery on my dashboard called a Tom-tom, which seemed to spend most of its time telling me to turn around…

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Harry Bingham

Approaching York from the west, I took a circular drive south to get to the University, where I booked in before 13h30 and parked as near to my student room as possible. It was tiny, but more than adequate. I attended a workshop with Harry Bingham, the creator of The Writer’s Workshop, and Helen Corner, whose Cornerstones Literary Consultancy goes from strength to strength.

Harry was/is a lithe dynamic man with a penetrating stare that seemed to read me at a glance. I introduced myself and showed him a copy of my two books. Later, in a workshop on publishing by an Orion publisher, when she got to the option of Self-Publishing, he bounded up to my seat in the auditorium to grab them and wave them at the audience.

“These are two of the best self-pub books I have yet seen!” he announced. My ego wriggled in pleased embarrassment.

The evening was a satisfactory dinner laced with wine and good craik with over four hundred authors and wannabes literally exchanging thoughts and impressions.

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Katie Fforde – author

On Saturday 10th April, the Festival was formally opened with the keynote address by that best-selling romantic novelist, Katie Fforde who was a delight to listen to and laugh with. We then split up into our various chosen workshops, or one-on-one sessions.

Each attendee was supposed to have two sessions – ten minutes with an agent or publisher during which they had a chance to pitch and discuss their work. This opportunity was, to my mind, the main draw to the Festival, but was a failure for me personally. Others, more fortunate, gained a huge amount of insight into their work, having also submitted a sample a month prior to be analysed. In my case, my first one-on-one target didn’t arrive at all, and the other was a stand-in for somebody else who was ill. The stand-in was a timid lady who read a bit of my submission as we sat through the ten minutes allotted. Her remark that she didn’t like all the violence blew me away. Just what her own genre was, I don’t know. Maybe cooking?

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Fergus Smith – author

However, despite that, it was worth the networking with, and camaraderie of, so many like-minded folk and in some cases to make a life-long friend, like Fergus Smith who has since published two great novels.

After a good buffet lunch, the afternoon kicked off with an address in the form of ‘Confessions from…’ featuring literary agent Simon Trewin and publisher Barry Cunningham – both of whom provided humorous insights into their chosen literary fields.
Of the workshops that I recall attending, ‘Show, Don’t Tell’ given by Jeremy Sheldon stands out, then I had to miss a couple when I left the university to dash into York to find a travel agent to book a ticket to Serbia from Manchester to visit my nephew, Stephen Earle, who has settled there.

Meeting so many writers, published and unpublished, all of whom have an absolute passion for their work, was the highlight of the Festival for me. All of us learning to hone our skills, prune our excesses, establish our targets and avoid the pitfalls of our ignorance.

I set up a table to sell my books from in a quiet corner after breakfast on Sunday, but Harry shoved me into the open where passers-by had to swerve to avoid it! Sometimes you just have to push to get noticed, I guess.

From another table, I bought a copy of R.J.Ellory’s ANNIVERSARY MAN, at the time his latest, which he signed.

Then it was time to set off for Manchester to overnight with my old friends, ; always a pleasure to see them.

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TO DURBAN – Many Birds, one stone.

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Joe Coetzee

Setting off from home in Haarlem at about 08h00 on 2th August 2009 in my 1976 Peugeot 404 on the 650km journey to the east of East London, I had two goals in mind. The first was to find my old friend Joe Coetzee, working as the Resident Engineer on the N2 upgrade near the town of Komga.

I do so love walking in on friends who are not expecting me to see the look on their faces. I was not disappointed, but got a surprise in return when his 2IC was introduced as Ray Hamilton. Our lives were linked by a whole list of coincidences, beginning with being at school together at Pretoria Boys High. We’d re-met when he was surveyor for the road construction company LTA and I for SNA, the Consultants on the Warmbaths-Nylstroom job, and again in Maun with his family as he was on holiday there while he lived in Gaborone. To top it off, his wife was also Sheila and his son also named Ryan.

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Bruce Barichievy

The second was to spend the night with and catch up with Bruce Barichievy, who featured in a lot of my adventures throughout the Seventies. I wasn’t to know that I would only see him one more time as he passed away a few years later, so I treasure that visit and our evening of reminiscences together.

While traversing the old Transkei the next day, the towns en-route were crowded with locals and Bruce had warned me to be careful not to bump anybody or I’d be caught up in a mob. All was well until near the old Natal border past Mount Ayliffe when the Peugeot’s clutch packed up. I cruised to a halt half way up a pass and pulled well in to the kerb. There was a long and anxious wait while I phoned Dave Gardiner to find me a tow service in Kokstad which was only some 20 km away. Dave was a childhood friend whom I had not seen for years, but was dying to meet again at his home in Durban.

I arranged with the Powerhouse Towing & Auto to rescue me and managed to beat them down from over R900 to R750-00. While waiting for them to send a truck an Indian fellow, about 25, stopped to offer me a tow as he said it was a dangerous place for hi-jacking. I thanked him and refused as I had already made the arrangement and also arranged to hire a car from Avis in Kokstad. Then he tried to force R200-00 on me when the tow-truck did arrive! A weird, but touching, kindness from a stranger.

The first buildings in Kokstad were a filling station that housed Avis, so the truck driver dropped me there and took the Peugeot off to their workshops. My ride was a natty new little Mazda 2. I got directions to Powerhouse and went there to collect my case and box of books and to pay for the tow. Then I hit the road for Port Shepstone. It took me an hour and a half driving through a lot of mist over rolling, forested hills, by which time it was dark.

Then the nightmare really began; I took the N2 highway up the South Coast to Amamzimtoti. I had phoned Dave who told me what off ramp to take, but it was difficult to read the signs. I stuck to the fast lane to avoid the trucks and left my lights on bright to see the signs, regardless of the poor oncoming traffic. And drove at 140kph or faster most of the way. Take the next off ramp after ‘Toti, I followed Dave’s directions to his Bowls Club’s carpark and phoned him. He told me to put my hazard lights on, the only way he could find me. Neither of us would have recognised the other; it had been 44 years since we met! He is the chairman of his club and it is his birthday, so all were very friendly. His wife is Noreen, a severe looking woman, but really very pleasant. We had a couple of beers and took some home when we left, me following him back. They live in a 13-storey condo near the beach called Belfry Towers in Doonside. We caught up for an hour or two, ate a pizza and hit the sack. I was very comfortable in their spare room.

On Saturday, sunny and pleasant, I went to a small shopping centre about 4 kms down the road on the beach front to meet up with Dave who had brought his mum and we all had breakfast together. She was Rollo Brent-Meek’s cousin; she reminisced about her days in Warmbaths, as did Dave and I.

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Brad Drew & Amanda (Raw)

My next target was to attend the wedding reception of friends, Amanda and Brad Drew from Maun, Botswana, so I set off through Pietermaritzburg to Greytown. I booked in to a hideously expensive B&B, but sold a book to the receptionist to help pay for the room.

It was a great reunion with the couple and their parents, all of whom I had met in Maun. I took my leave of them all on Sunday afternoon to return to Durban. Just before dark, I found and booked into the Nomads Backpackers situated just down the road from where I would take my books on Monday. The youngster at the desk put me in a dorm that holds 14, but there was only one other inhabitant. When he heard that I own the Backpackers in Uniondale, he said there would be no charge as that is their policy – free to other Backpacker staff. Later, when his boss came in, she put me in a double with en-suite bathroom!

The Musgrave Centre was just up the street from the backpackers. Adams Bookshop is on the second floor. The shop personnel were not very friendly but I took to the buyer in a back office. We chatted and she promised to display my books well and send promo sheets that I supplied to their other branches. I left 5 of each PURGATORY ROAD and THE BARROS PAWNS with her and an invoice. Powerhouse in Kokstad phoned to say that they had located the spares needed for the Peugeot clutch so I abandoned collecting them in Durban where I had located them after various phone calls to spares shops and garages. 404 spares are getting increasingly scarce.

It would be unforgiveable if I did not go to visit old friend Dawn Coen in Underberg, not far from Kokstad. She said I’d be welcome to stay the night, which I did after I checked on the Peugeot in Kokstad – it would be ready at about ten the following morning – then headed north to Underberg, about 115kms. There was a bit of mist, but not too unpleasant. It was a delightful stay-over steeped in reminiscences and humour.

After a brief call with Dawn to see her second daughter, Sophie at her work the following day, I headed back to Kokstad through the magnificent mountain scenery, and returned the Mazda to Avis. A driver from Powerhouse collected me. I settled the bill and headed west again in the Peugeot, crossing the Transkei without incident.

I had arranged to meet Joe Coetzee again, where I left the Peugeot at his flat in Komga.He took me the 45-odd kms to Kei Mouth where he has a house. (His wife Monique lived in Pretoria where they have another home. She worked in a hospital there and he flew up once a month.) We had a great evening at The Bushpig pub.

On Wednesday I awoke early to see haze over the sea. Joe locked up and we returned to his flat in Komga where he treated us to a bacon and egg breakfast before I hit the road back home. With the Peugeot going well I arrived in the late afternoon.

 

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The Passing of Mildred Constance (Arkell) Earle

Inevitably, we leave it too late. When the elderly have left us, often-times when we remember them, our regret is that we neglected to ask them questions to which only they had the answers.

Jane Earle 1915-2009My Mum, aged 94, died (11h30 South African) time, in Victoria, Australia, 11August 2009. My sister-in-law Kate phoned at noon to give me the news. My brother, Richard, was with her when she went.

I have never believed that being orphaned at birth had any negative effect on me; that I would have turned out as screwed up as I am without any excuse from such a circumstance, but many insist that my being parted from my Mum as a newborn and placed in a home for six months would definitely have dented my psyche. I wasn’t truly an orphan; it was just that I was born with the rhesus problem of having conflicting negative and positive parents which affects the second and following children.

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In retrospect, it was probably the unfounded guilt that my Mum endured, feeling somehow responsible for my problem, which drove her into a sanatorium. I understand that it was voluntary on her part, and that she was free to leave at any time. She worked there as a cleaner, doing housework and making beds. Cleaning up shit and puke; perhaps it was some sort of penance? I don’t imagine it was an environment that was any help to her except as an escape from the normal world into one somewhat off-kilter.

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My 21st birthday, twixt my parents, Tony & Jane Earle.

I should have asked her about that when I last saw her in her room at the old-age home at Lakes Entrance, Victoria, Australia, in 2004. I should have apologised for being a difficult teenager. I should have got her to tell me about her childhood, the best of times; not the stories of her fear when her father fought with his brothers, literally, as he sought control of the family business, the brewery.

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Tony, Jane & Richard Earle – Marlo, Victoria, Australia.

She seemed to have enjoyed boarding school, staying on for an extra term to prolong her participation in the school’s first cricket team as wicket-keeper. Perhaps that was an escape, too…

She was a gentle soul, a kind person, involved in the local charities, markets, and taking elderly ladies shopping up to a stage when she herself was older than those she helped. Totally involved in the farming activities, she was a hard and seemingly tireless worker. There were animals to feed, flowers and fruit to pack, a home to run. Her garden was always productive and while the table was always first customer, the rest was cleaned and bunched for market. Milk had to be separated and the cream sent on the train to the butter factory in Pietersburg.

Starting in her mid-forties, her depression, now called bi-polar, became more and more evident, with little sympathy from me, and much unsuccessful experimentation by the medical profession. Up and down, up and down.

Up, she bought a bicycle and vowed she would get a job in town 5km away from the farm, and cycle to work. Down, she gave the bike to one of the labourers…

I would have liked to have held her hand and gotten to know her. She seldom volunteered her thoughts, but I know she would have talked, if I had asked.

Spilt milk.

Mum, I’m sorry. RIP.

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The Conception of DICE MODISE

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Peugeot 404, 1976. “Buttercup.”

I can’t really say exactly when Dice was conceived, but, whenever that was, he certainly wasn’t born nine months later. He and his world involved a lot of research, which eventually made a visit to Maun, Botswana, his home, mandatory. All I knew for certain was that he was to be a black Motswana, (Yes, there is such a thing as a white Motswana, a citizen of Botswana.) and he would be a policemen in their CID.

Asked how on earth, as a honky, I planned to get inside the head of a black policeman, I was stuck for an answer. But whether I’ve succeeded or not, or simply concocted a reasonably exciting bunch of yarns, is up to my readers to judge. I didn’t know there would be a series of three adventures, but that’s how it turned out in the end.

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But I digress. A trip to Maun was planned for early July, 2009, but it would have to include a family catch-up along the way, and I hoped to sell enough of my first two novels to pay my way….

Collecting my yellow 1976 Peugeot 404 from my mechanic, who had given it the once-over for the trip (and expects to inherit it when I croak,) I drew three weeks wages for Sheila to pay my building teams.

Early the following morning I was on the N9 to Graaff Reinet where I flogged a couple of copies of Purgatory Road and The Barros Pawns to McNaughton’s Bookshop there and wolfed down some Wimpey breakfast. On through Colesberg and Bloemfontein to Welkom to spend the night with my salt-of-the-earth old family friends, Anne and Herman van Hees. I got to Pretoria after lunch the following day.

Back in the 80’s, I used to work for a Consulting Engineers, called Strydom, Newmark & Anthony based in Pretoria, so I found their offices and saw old friends like Vissie Visser, Gordon Hart and the ‘new boss’ Dave Temple who had taken over since Dolf van Huyssteen retired. (The latter 2 were also at school with me at Pretoria Boys High.) Vissie kindly bought 2 books!

As arranged, I went on to my daughter, Nicci, and her husband, Frederick’s home near Hazeldene, Pretoria, and spent the next couple of nights with them. The next day, Nicci kindly took me scouting the malls looking for bookshops. We left 5 of each book with Eddington Esterhuizen of eBooksetc. We also made an arrangement to meet up with Estienne van Wyk of Fascination Books when I get back. The following day, Nicci showed me around Frederick’s family farm. It is still huge, despite the fact that parts have been cut off for housing complexes. They have retained a stand in one of these, where the streets are named after members of the family – there is a Frederick Street and an Anna’s Way, amongst others. Their future home will be overlooking a dam. We had supper with my son Ryan. He, his wife Elaine and his 3-boy-family lived about twenty minutes away. Thomas was nearly 5; Nicholas was 2 years and 4 months, while James was a blob of 5 months. Nicholas spokes nearly as well as Thomas and was a tease. He pretended to miss out a number while counting and then said ‘Jokes!’ when the adults corrected him. He did jigsaw puzzles of 30 pieces in no time at all. Unbelievable. It’s quite sickening how gooey these proud grandfathers can get.

The next day, Saturday, 11  July, all of us went north to the farm of my ex, Greet, and her husband, Dennis Driver for the day, where Sheila and I had gone to Nicci’s wedding. Dennis’ sister and family were there, as well, so it was very festive at the camping ground and chalets. I got a bit of chat in with Dennis and Greet, and slept at their farm house.

Armed with sandwiches Greet made, I set off for the border post at Martin’s Drift in the Peugeot, leaving the cool of winter behind, to Francistown, Botswana. I bought a starter-pack and airtime for my phone. The Peugeot started jerking, around about Nata where I filled up with fuel, and she died on me about 10 km short of the little village of Zaroga so I slept the night in the car. It was not too cold and I had food and beer. There was no cell coverage, where I was.

After awaking several times before daybreak, cramped and aching,  a passing 4×4 towed me to Zaroga for P50-00 and a ‘mechanic’ charged me P150-00 to lend me a 9mm spanner to open the carburettor and move a pipe back so that the float could be free. His lucky day!

I arrived in Maun at about 11h30. The Thamalakane River was as high as I had ever seen it. I went straight to the Bon Arrivee restaurant to find the owner, Klaas Boll to ask to use it as a venue for my book signing on the following Sunday. Then I went to the Ngami Times to see Norman Chandler, the editor/owner, to get an advert in about the signing, but he promised an article, instead.

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Maun, Botswana.

The quirky little town was still much the same as when I had last visited. Over the next week, I stayed a night here, another two there, with dear old friends, including Mieke and Kokkie van der Post and Becky Collins. There is no place on earth I have more friends in one place, so it was a delight to catch up with them all. Some, like Bonty Botumile and David Tregilges, were able to give me advice on Motswana culture which I was later to weave into the series. Most of all I needed help with details about the Botswana Police and CID. I called on the local station commander and was disappointed to hear that he would not help me without permission from higher up.

He told me to phone the Police Commissioner in Gaborone. I told him not to be ridiculous; the man would not talk to me, but he insisted that the Commissioner was a nice friendly fellow and gave me the number.

I called from the car park, reaching his secretary, expecting to be told not to bother the Man. She put me through. I stuttered an explanation about my research needs, while he listened politely. Then, blow me down, he said he’d assign a Deputy Director to be at my disposal. He told me to give him ten minutes to brief his Deputy, and a number on which to call her!

Which I did, and spoke to Maloti Pauline Gabositwe, Director of the Botswana Police College who was expecting my call. She apologised that she would be busy with a passing-out parade, but would be back in her office on Monday – Could I phone her back then? I asked for her email address and in the following months, and years, I got my every query answered. Amazing! Sometimes it pays to go to the top.

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Visiting Robert James, Maun Senior Secondary School maintenance supervisor, 2009.

I sold some books, gave some away in thanks for being a house guest, and had a fairly successful book-signing.

The old Peugeot gave me some more headaches with a clutch cylinder leak and timing problems, but there were always friendly folk to help overcome these, so when I headed back to South Africa, I had an uneventful trip.

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Book Promo – CAPE TOWN BOOK FAIR

In May 2009, seeing as I had to take my visiting daughter, Nicci, to Port Elizabeth, there was the opportunity to visit bookshops with the object of encouraging my book sales. At Walmer Park, I took 3 copies of each to Fogarty’s Books in the same complex and Theresa Fogarty took them on consignment. These were the first I had on sale in any bookshops, but I had plans to go further afield. The Cape Town Book Fair was just around the corner.

So on 11 June 2009 I left for Cape Town in my old Peugeot 404, going via Bernie and Kerrie Marriot who had built a home on a smallholding near the Robertson Pass between Oudtshoorn and Mossel Bay. I dropped off a copy of The Barros Pawns as I had used Bernie’s photo of a parachute on the front cover.
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Chris Ashby (RIP)

From there I took the route through Carlitzdorp, Montagu and Bonnievale to the N2; Sir Lowry’s Pass to Somerset West, arriving there in the late afternoon to spend the night at the home of old friend Spine van Niekerk, with whom I had worked in Mozambique way back in 1971.

The next day after breakfast I headed via Muizenberg to Fish Hoek. My brother-in-law, Tom Maling and his wife Shirley had kindly agreed to put me up for the rest of my stay in Cape Town.

Rick Prince, a friend of Bernie’s, who was also writing a novel, phoned to ask to join me at the Cape Town Book Fair. He agreed to pick me up the next day and take me along

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We took the Ou Kaapse Weg route over the mountain with its beautiful views over False Bay and down into the City. The Cape Town International Convention Centre was where the Book Fair was on, alongside a Muslim Convention. Robin Stuart-Clark’s stand was C13 and I had to bluff my way in as his phone had been stolen and I could not get hold of him to bring me my author’s entrance ticket. It was weird, and pleasing, to see my books on display there.

I tried to get hold of Andrew Marjoribanks of Wordsworth Books but they told me he would only be coming in the next day. Exclusive Books were not allowing more Vendors so I shall not be selling through them. Clarke’s Books had not received my invoice yet so were not selling The Barros Pawns although they have Purgatory Road on their shelves but had ‘lost’ the invoice for that.  Friend Dirk Versveld, who was proof-reading my next book, the first in the Detective Dice Modise Series, phoned to say that he was on his way just as we were leaving, so I’ll visit him at home tomorrow.

purgatory cov frontHe said there is an article including Purgatory Road in a book review from The Mail & Guardian, under the heading, The Rise of the Slasher. It suggested that the four books the reviewer had lumped together were all jumping on some sort of gory story bandwagon.

On Sunday, I drove the Peugeot to the CTBF on the same route as Rick had taken me the day before. I couldn’t get hold of Andrew Marjoribanks but attended a lecture on self-publishing and met one or two interesting people. In the early afternoon I phoned Dirk and got the directions to his home. What a lovely job he has done in renovating the house from a single storey to a double with a garage beneath it.

The following day, I stood Tom and Shirley to lunch at the fish & chip place called ‘Kalky’s’ in Kalk Bay after we went to see the bookshop there who were not interested in selling my books. Thanks to Tom and Shirley’s persistence, I placed 5 of each with a coffee shop in Fish Hoek and 10 of each with a chain store called The Write Shoppe in the Longbeach Mall which had 4 other branches.

After dropping off the orders at the coffee shop and The Write Shoppe on Tuesday, I got back to Tom’s in time to see Andy, his son, and Colleen arrived. That was a treat because I had missed their wedding there in Cape Town back in February, while holding the fort at home when Sheila and Neil had come down for the event.

By Wednesday evening I was back in Haarlem, not having found any more receptive bookshops for my novels along the way. That was the start of my rather futile attempts at book sales and marketing, but interesting, never-the-less.

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From Ruin to Home

Sept 2008 – 2010.

Plot123.jpgIn a little hollow, one of several scooped out of the hillside over the millennia, I bought a one acre property with a ruined cottage. Plot 123. This tiny side valley in our village of Haarlem is called Klein Gatjie, or Small Hole. Other similar dips are Groot Gat, Die Fonteine and Skilpad Gat. The latter means Tortoise Hole, and nobody can tell me why. Surely not tortoise’s arse?

In September  2008  my little construction team were starting the veranda foundations and digging the septic tank pit. Despite the fact that the city of George is 130-odd km away, the village lies under the control of George Municipality. Because the ruin was a metre into the road, I approached the City Engineer/Town Planner who assured me that its location was historic and sited long before streets were laid out. However, I decided that, being on the lower side of the hillside road, it would receive road storm-water run-off, resulting in rising damp, so I dug down beside the wall and installed some subsoil drainage to sop up the moisture and release it beyond the French drain into the road.

Hooked to one wall of the roofless walls was the still live electrical box, covered only with a bent sheet of rusty iron and a plastic fertilizer bag. As soon as I raised and completed the walls and installed the roof, I could move it to a better, safe position. Then I could apply to have a replacement installed at no cost due to the age and weather damage.

Before the roof was on, the solar company I had approached mailed to tell me that the batteries I had ordered had arrived, but they agreed to store them until I could install a wooden floor on the upper storey.

The old mud-brick walls were collapsed by myself with a two-handed push, so rotten were they. The rubble went into filling the under-floor of the new veranda.

VIVITAR DIGITAL CAMERABy October the outer walls were completed to the top of first floor level and the new doors and windows were installed. We moved to the internal walls and the veranda columns, then in November the upper walls up to the gables. Limited scaffolding and having to move it frequently slowed that down.

I designed the roof to be split-level. One half being trusses with an attic bedroom and a store inside them. When that was covered in corrugated iron sheets, we tackled the other half, which was higher, (completed by March 2009); the rafters on a central beam, housing a bedroom where the batteries and gas geyser were situated on the west side, and my office with two spare beds on the east. As I write, I see a lovely view down the valley to the east through one of those three small windows to be seen above the veranda.

By mid November 2008, the team started plastering; outside when the weather permitted, inside the roofed half when it rained. I put in the last sewer connection and also the water line into the house. In early December we roofed the veranda and worked on the street-side wall to remove the visible mud from between the rocks and replace it with cement mortar, coloured to emulate the mud.

By the end of February, 2009, we completed the under-floor waste plumbing, the concrete floors and final plastering. I welded a steel security gate for the front door and a second one to put on the bedroom door to the veranda.

In May of 2009, the main team finished the floor toppings. With a lot of work to do on a part of the Backpackers in Uniondale, I didn’t get much done except welding burglar bars for the windows. I’d had the break-in and robbery at my Twin Chimney’s property with a lot of power tools stolen, which had to be replaced. Luckily, the robbers missed the big angle grinder so the men were able to cut the roof-sheets. They started on the gables but the glare off the new roof sheets kept the work to overcast days.

I tackled plumbing, electrical installation and also the wooden staircase, myself; an interesting exercise in planning to make it fit with even risers… I tried to build a solar water-heater on the roof with 50mm irrigation piping but it kept bursting, so I ordered a commercially-made unit what works beautifully.

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There being still work to do with the transformation of a garage into a flat at the Backpackers, and more work at the Twin Chimneys property, as well as another one acre property with a cottage ruin to rebuild, it was well into 2010 before the place was liveable. I built on a workshop/garage, as well. It became my home in April 2011; a welcoming little cottage where I write in blissful solitude.

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The SELF-PUBLICATION Route

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PJE Publishing

In late 2008, in resurrecting the two manuscripts that had lain dormant since the early 1980s, the first step was to retype them into the digital age. The process was valuable for several reasons. It gave me a refreshed view of the time-frame I had mostly forgotten, solidly in the era of Apartheid, and it was satisfying to see that I had not been totally blind to the injustices of the times, although obviously my view was very one-sided. I decided not to try and gloss over the past with the benefit of hindsight. From the writing viewpoint, I was able to proof-read as well as correct errors, and tighten the stories.

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Harry Bingham – author

That done, I approached a company called The Writer’s Workshop in the UK to polish them up, if needs be. The Writer’s Workshop, brainchild of author Harry Bingham, with some thirty other published authors of every conceivable genre on tap to advise the aspirant author, is now called JERICHO WRITERS

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I ordered Harry Bingham books from my library to see whether I would like what he himself had written, and was very impressed. He continues to write works of the highest order, and goes from strength to strength. http://www.harrybingham.com/harry-binghams-books/ (I had the delight of meeting Harry in person in 2010, but that’s another story.) www.amazon.com/Fiona-Griffiths-Crime-Thriller-Book/dp/B071XJ5G2G

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author- Dexter Petley

My books were steered into the care of Dexter Petley (author of WHITE LIES) who praised what he thought was good and slammed my weaknesses. It was quite an ego-deflating experience, but absolutely invaluable when my pride would finally admit to the accuracy of the criticism. I would very strongly recommend their services to any seriously aspiring author.

Robin S-C

Robin Stuart-Clark – publisher of Bumble Books.

 

 

Needing help with this self-publishing lark, on 28 August 2008 I contacted a man named Robin Stuart-Clark of Print Matters (http://www.printmatters.co.za/bumble_books). He also designs layouts and markets, as well as publishes, books, although not my genre. He suggested that I send him my thoughts on a cover for PURGATORY ROAD. He liked my attempt but made suggestions with regard to the fonts and the title positioning and the ‘teaser’. I was very excited about it and wrote, asking what I needed to send him to do the design. I also had to get stuck into writing an author’s profile and blurb for the back cover, and some alternate ‘teasers’.  He also required a photo of myself, which I was reluctant to send, but Sheila and friend, artist Johan du Plooy, both thought that most people like to see what the writer looks like.

Once I had accepted his quote for the design and printing, including the reduced rate for printing 200 books from Digital Print Solutions, he got the ball rolling. Every step was new to me. It included things I’d naively never heard of, like Imprint, Tradesheet, and Blurb, never mind the ins and outs of establishing a Website.

Robin was peppering me with questions that I tried to answer, and any reviews or positive comments I had received, but I had difficulty justifying using Dexter Petley’s comments on Purgatory Road without his permission. I needed to come up with 20 meta tags for my web-site, whatever they were. I made a deposit into his bank account so that he can get on with the job, then sent him PURGATORY ROAD. Thumbs were tightly clutched.

There followed a tennis match of back and forth when I agreed to use his recommendation of Dr Eva Hunter as proof-reader.

Robin asked me to send him the name of my publishing company and suggested PJE Publishers.  I replied okay. I really couldn’t give a damn; I just wanted to see my baby in print! So I now had a Publishing business too!

I received 4 alternate choices of cover for Purgatory Road and showed them to Sheila and Johan. We all agree which was the best but there were certain bits we thought needed to change. I also received the ISBN number. Robin sent me another cover choice and 2 text & layout choices.

I received proof 1 of Purgatory Road text, re-read it to check I agree with it, or not, then returned it to Robin. Back and forth…

By early October I completed the corrections in Text proof no. 4.

Robin sent me a suggestion for the PJE Publishing monogram and an improved cover where he had got rid of some shiny strips.  Robin again asked about the PJE logo which was becoming a nuisance as I stupidly did not really care if it was there or not in the first place. Finally there was an improvement that I replied to accept. There was still one detail on the cover that bothered me – lettering that lay on top of a cartridge case, that I drew to Robin’s attention.

purgatory cov frontThe general summary Dr. Eva Hunter gave was positive. She also liked the cover.

Dr. Eva Hunter’s Report on “Purgatory Road” by Peter J. Earle

The story is an exciting one, with excellent twists, especially towards its conclusion.  Some of the scenes are especially vivid, including those set in Rhodesia and the cast of characters is an interesting one.  The title is a terrific choice.

I input Eva Hunter’s contribution into Proof 5 and returned it. When it came back to sign off, I found 9 mistakes which I sent back to Robin to implement. Back and forth. Two mistakes corrected, okayed and finally sent for printing.

Robin sent me yet another proof after fixing the two (only) mistakes. I supposed they were washing their hands on any further errors that might exist, even if they made those mistakes themselves. I checked that those two were dealt with and asked him to send it off for printing.

By the middle of November, Robin had sent me a nice example of my web-page and tradesheet, (whatever that was!) On 21st. November, my 62nd birthday, I met up with Robin in Haarlem, on his way from Cape Town to Grahamstown. He brought my 180 copies of Purgatory Road with him, keeping 20 to distribute to whoever he wants to in Cape Town for promo purposes. Having a copy of my own book in my hand was a special triumph.

But, I was to discover, the biggest hurdle, one I have still not crossed  ten years later, was yet to come. I still have not got a distributor; I was to discover that they take about 60% of the cover price, and are still not responsible for marketing! That’s yet another hurdle.

TBPpic5528In January 2009 I had a few good words of praise from Dr. Eva Hunter with reference to the novel she was working on, The Barros Pawns. She said:  “Peter is very good when it comes to describing battle scenes and landscapes – he creates vivid images and his plot successfully suggests the tortuousness of what goes on behind the scenes when power is being fought for – I have the impression this MS is even better than Purgatory Road.”

Robin Stuart-Clark, in writing to Brian Joss, News Editor of Independent Community Newspapers, sent him a copy of PR and finished: “PS – I am currently working on Peter’s second novel, The Barros Pawns, which is a remarkable follow up from a writer to be watched.”

Ahem…

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