Pittown: Out of the Pit

Here is the final part of Pittown (Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series).

Chapter 36: Barcodes of Life

In Store Creek

The winding country road between Store Creek and the highway was the best part of the two-hour drive to the city. Merlyn watched the morning light skip along the trees. The thin branch-shadows on the road looked like a long line of barcodes. The mysterious barcodes of life, thought Merlyn. She felt content because, after all, who could not be at peace on such a beautiful morning? She remembered an Edgar Cayce saying that Enid often quoted,

Happiness is your choice to make. How happy or how miserable do you want to be? Continue reading “Pittown: Out of the Pit”

Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer)

img_4413-1Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer) is now published. I have loved writing the series. When I started it, 4 years ago, I had never written fiction or had the inclination to do so. However, I have found that story-telling is a wonderful outlet for expressing all sorts of emotions and thoughts. I once listened to an author who said, “I feel sorry for people who don’t write because what do they do with all the stuff that happens to them?” In the end, I tell myself that if I come away from what I have written feeling encouraged then there is the possibility that others will too. It’s all about healing; every word of the 160,000 in the series. We are in this together; for better, for worse, for healing.

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Pittown: Crossing Lines and Drawing Circles

Here is the next part of Pittown (Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series).

Chapter 34: Crossing Lines

When Gabriel travelled from Waldmeer to the Borderfirma Lowlands, twenty years ago, he was ready to give his relationship with Faith-Amira his best. For the first few years, he was somewhat dependent because he didn’t know how to live in the interdimensional world on his own. Gradually, he became accustomed to it. He made friends and found opportunities to follow his own leanings; including the ones that weren’t particularly aligned with Faith’s. After all, he was a different person to her. He always had been. He always would be. Continue reading “Pittown: Crossing Lines and Drawing Circles”

Pittown: Back to the Border

Here is the beginning of Part 3 of Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer Series). It’s time to go back to Borderfirma, and also back to some other things.

Chapter 29: Twenty Years

In Waldmeer
“It’s taken me twenty years to get back here,” said Rybert as he walked up and down Cypress Lane. “Twenty f***ing years,” he complained as if it had to be someone’s fault.

A few days ago, Rybert told himself that he was going to finish off what he started. What he had started, he wasn’t quite sure but, twenty years ago, his Aunt Charity told him that she had seen the gathering of two armies in her crystal ball (the sister-ball to Nina’s of the Great Valley in the Borderfirma Mountains). She also told him to go to the battle and that the ball didn’t make mistakes. He was to get there via the lane of Cypress trees which ran along the beachfront in Waldmeer. Continue reading “Pittown: Back to the Border”

Pittown: Repeat or Delete

Chapter 15: The Audition

As the students were on holiday, Ben took the rare opportunity of sitting alone in Tom & Hardy to look through the recently published, Eighty Years of The State Ballet.

“You in that?” asked Tom.

“Yep,” said Ben pointing to one of the later pages in the book.

“Impressive,” said Tom. Ben didn’t reply. “Can I have a look?” asked Tom pointing to the book. He opened it and searched the first few pages. “Found it,” he said. “That’s my grandfather there. He was one of the corps de ballet in the early days. He wasn’t really a ballet dancer. He was a self-taught ice skater but, back then, the company was desperate for male dancers so they took him.” Continue reading “Pittown: Repeat or Delete”

Pittown: Dirty Dancing

Chapter 13: Dirty Work

Merlyn could hear the cafe music as she approached a distinctive blue door on which the words Tom & Hardy had been freshly painted.

I’m a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
I don’t wanna do your dirty work
No more
I’m a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah

“Hi Merlyn,” said Tom. “Glad you came to see my new place. Take a seat anywhere.” Continue reading “Pittown: Dirty Dancing”

Pittown: Love of Life

Chapter 11: Names

Pittstop, the cafe near Merlyn, had been in the same family since it was a country stop for truckies, thus its name. Sometimes, one of the owner’s cousins worked in the cafe. They were nothing alike. Months ago, the cousin, Tom, decided that Merlyn should know his name.

The next time he saw her, he asked, “Can you remember my name?”

Merlyn usually didn’t remember names well. She remembered people’s energy exceptionally well.

“Yes,” she said hesitantly.

“What is it?” asked Tom unapologetically.

He wants me to know who he is, thought Merlyn. He must want to be friends. Continue reading “Pittown: Love of Life”

Pittown: Moving On

Before anyone can improve their life, they must get the idea that change is possible, that life can be different and better, and that it is worth the effort it takes to make it happen.

Chapter 8: Different and Better

Although there were nicer shops a suburb or two closer to the city, Merlyn made a point of shopping at the Pittown ones. It seemed to her disloyal not to use them. Besides, she found the people interesting. Not infrequently, someone walked past her and turned their head to give her a second look. They looked like they thought they knew her but then decided that they didn’t. Sometimes, they looked at her quizzically as if they were thinking that she didn’t belong in Pittown. Continue reading “Pittown: Moving On”

Pittown: Firsts and Seconds

Chapter 7: Edgars Lake

Edgar was not only named after the famous clairvoyant, Edgar Cayce, but he was also named after his great grandfather, Edgar I, who lived in Pittown all his life. Those days, Pittown was an agricultural area. Later, it became a residential and industrial area. Edgar I built a concrete weir and dammed the creek running through his property creating a lake for wildlife. He bequeathed that part of his property to the people of Pittown. It was aptly named Edgars Lake. It was the lake at the bottom of Merlyn’s street. Continue reading “Pittown: Firsts and Seconds”