I have finished recording Waldmeer as an audiobook. It is available on YouTube in the Waldmeer playlist (link below).
One of the wonderful things about writing fiction is that we have complete freedom to be as honest and blunt as we feel is necessary to get across an idea. The reader never knows which bits of a story are fictitious and which are true. There is an immunity to story writing which nonfiction does not have. Continue reading “Writing as Co-Creation”
Thomas was driving to the city for a meeting with fellow principals. However, he had another meeting which was of more importance to him. He had arranged to meet Kathleen at a riverside restaurant near her home. It’s not that he wasn’t interested in Teresa anymore but, a few days ago, he had called into the bookshop with an unexpected request. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Unfinished Business”
Amira was a frequent visitor of the quaint Waldmeer bookshop. She would scan the shelves to see what people were writing and reading and then sit on the old, upholstered chair in the corner with anything that interested her. As she rarely bought any of the books, she tried to think of another way to repay the owner, Teresa, who had recently taken over the shop. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Beginnings and Endings”
Laughing at a Funeral
“Guess what, Amira,” said Gabriel excitedly on the phone.
“I don’t know. It sounds good,” said Amira enjoying Gabriel’s happiness.
“Come on,” urged Gabriel. “You’re a healer. You’re supposed to be psychic.”
“Only sometimes.” Amira smiled. She had no idea what his good news was but not wanting to spoil his fun she ventured, “Hmm, my powers are telling me that…,” she paused waiting for a suitable idea to pop into her mind. “You sold your painting for a small fortune.”
“Nope. Guess again.” Continue reading “Waldmeer: Unforeseen Circumstances”
Amira’s neighbour had recently let her know about the forthcoming church fete and festivities which were to commemorate the one-hundred-year anniversary of the Convent. It was a place Amira loved. Inscribed on the heavy, wooden door of the Convent were the words, Built on the hill to be close to God. It wasn’t difficult to find a hill in Waldmeer. They were everywhere. Nevertheless, it was a sweet sentiment. Continue reading “Waldmeer: The Convent and the Clinkers”
Done or Different
Amira was carrying the last of the art supplies from Gabriel’s car down the winding track to the bungalow. Gabriel had been driving to Waldmeer for the previous few weekends as he was keen to fix up the bungalow as a country studio.
“Thanks a lot, Maria,” said Gabriel. “Anywhere on the floor is fine.”
“Okay,” said Amira. “I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you have lots to do.” She turned for the door which was only two steps away. The entire length of the bungalow was no more than ten steps, probably, eight of Gabriel’s. It was just enough room for a bed and a small kitchen table. One single cupboard and sink made up the kitchen. Next door was a tiny room with an old but adequate bathroom. Running along one entire wall was Gabriel’s art and sculpting equipment. As the floor was uneven, he had bits of wood underneath everything. It was a constant reshuffle of the wood to try and get the structures stable.
Amira looked back as she closed the bungalow door expecting Gabriel to be staring at his works of art, all at various stages of completion. She was surprised to see that he was, instead, staring at her. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Reach For It”
The past few weekends in Waldmeer, Amira had been seeing a man out of the corner of her eye. She could tell that the man was no longer an Earth resident because he was translucent. That made it easy! If she looked at him directly, he would disappear. He was about her age. Tall, blonde, broad shoulders like a footballer. Amira felt that it was not actually her that he wanted to speak to. She guessed that he wanted to speak to someone in Waldmeer who couldn’t see him. She had no idea who but life always has a way of telling us what we need to know. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Bungalow Buddies”
Conqueror of the World
Amira hadn’t had the nightmare since she was twenty. It hadn’t even crossed her mind in the two years she was living in the city. Now that she was travelling each weekend back to Waldmeer, the nightmare was occasionally returning. It was strange because nothing could be more charming than Waldmeer; going to sleep and hearing the distant sea, waking to the forest birds, walking to the rhythm of the breaking waves. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Alamgir”
There is a great deal of fantasy in so-called real life and real in so-called fantasy. Waldmeer
The spiritual path is very practical and relevant. This is particularly so in our personal relationships which have more power to change us than anything else. That is what Waldmeer is about.
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