This true soul-baring story of grief, tragedy and eventual triumph will have you turning the pages, alternately laughing and crying. The author, consumed by grief banished himself to a strange mountain called Mt Bandi Bandi in the western hills of New South Wales in Australia. When young man arrived with a strange story to tell, they became a team. Together they build a house entirely with bare hands and very modest tools. Soon others joined, forging their way up the almost inaccessible mountain to experience a life where modern conveniences were scant. Each driven by their own demons, they began to accept the magic of the mountain. The sacred mountain gave, and it took away. This is the story of each of them as told by the author
What do I call myself? A novelist? A journalist? Writer on demand? Copywriter? Ghostwriter? Poet? Is there a single word to describe all these things? if anyone knows one please tell me. I started out life as a journalist after my service time in the RN. I was 22. My love then was music writing, contributing articles to most of the pop/rock magazines of the time. As time went by I ghostwrote biographies for celebs, wrote novels, and made a general living from writing everything from love letters to translating menus in China to acceptable English. I have written greetings cards, manuals, How to books on so many subjects I forget. My living has been as a writer on demand. So, my blog is an eclectic collection of HOW MY BRAIN WORKS. Recently I started writing blogs for company blogs. In my retirement I find myself writing more, about more subjects than I ever covered as a roving journalist. I ask myself why having reached the age of leisure why I am now busier than ever before! If you have a blog, or a job to offer, I'm an obsessive researcher and turnaround time is fast. Yes, I know, I'm a HACK. A writer for money. A gun for hire. But hey... we all have our failings. Thanks for calling in. Feel free to chat and comment. I'll even get back to you with a thank you note!