If It’s Just A Cold, Why Does It Feel Like Bubonic Plague? 
 
What a time to fall ill! A lot of things are happening, there’s an interstate move coming up (any minute), which means packing and sorting, and then there’s the third book in my science fiction series still to finish.
 
I’m not a tablet-taker, outside of coffee and alcohol (only occasionally now), I don’t take drugs at all until I catch a cold or a flu and my nose is running and I can’t sleep for choking on the stuff going down the back of my neck. So I hit the cold and flu tablets and the side-effects give me extra symptoms, mainly sleepy and queasy, although the lack of energy is more likely to be the bug itself and not the medicine.
 
It doesn’t help that this is the time I have to go into the city and get papers signed and processed, which is all part of the move and likely to be where I got the bug from in the first place.
 
Today I’m home and will spend much of it in bed. I’m writing this to let you know I haven’t jumped out of Blogsville in any serious sense, I just haven’t been here and my head isn’t functioning properly.
 
I hope you guys are going great and are keeping warm and are writing well.
 
I will catch up with everyone to the best of my ability when I can.
 
Cheers, all.
 
Allyson

If It’s Just A Cold, Why Does It Feel Like Bubonic Plague?

 

What a time to fall ill! A lot of things are happening, there’s an interstate move coming up (any minute), which means packing and sorting, and then there’s the third book in my science fiction series still to finish.

 

I’m not a tablet-taker, outside of coffee and alcohol (only occasionally now), I don’t take drugs at all until I catch a cold or a flu and my nose is running and I can’t sleep for choking on the stuff going down the back of my neck. So I hit the cold and flu tablets and the side-effects give me extra symptoms, mainly sleepy and queasy, although the lack of energy is more likely to be the bug itself and not the medicine.

 

It doesn’t help that this is the time I have to go into the city and get papers signed and processed, which is all part of the move and likely to be where I got the bug from in the first place.

 

Today I’m home and will spend much of it in bed. I’m writing this to let you know I haven’t jumped out of Blogsville in any serious sense, I just haven’t been here and my head isn’t functioning properly.

 

I hope you guys are going great and are keeping warm and are writing well.

 

I will catch up with everyone to the best of my ability when I can.

 

Cheers, all.

 

Allyson

To Boldly Go Where No Backhoe Has Gone Before - Well, on our block, anyway.

 

Where was I? Oh, yes, out on the 250 acres of wilderness block in the Northern Territory, aiming between two trees in a backhoe I’d only taught myself to drive that morning, putting a road in down to the flatland below the steep hill.

 

Fortunately a backhoe is a fairly slow-going machine, although it does speed up on a steep incline, and this was steep. The bucket down and scraping along the surface acted as a brake and I was able to keep between the trees. It was a job that needed repeating several times to scrape down to clear earth, but that first time through the maze and all the way down the hill to level ground felt good. I hadn’t taken out a single tree (I like trees and our intention with the block was to enjoy the wilderness).

 

Turning around, of course, meant I had to come back up again. That was actually scarier. I kept everything low because the feeling was, if the bucket had been up, the whole lot might have tumbled over backwards.

 

That night, Greg returned home to find the backhoe missing. Fortunately, I wasn’t missing with it, and I could show him what I had done with the road down the hill - and point out the backhoe on the way. :D 

 

As it was after dark when Greg got home, we drove the length of my road by car with the headlights on. Greg was quite impressed. The road stretched almost one km (about half a mile). Returning up the hill to our campsite, Greg noticed the same issue I had with the steepness of the hill. Knowing I had run up and down several times, he asked the obvious question.

 

“How did you get the backhoe up each time? Did you drive it up backwards?”

 

“No,” I replied.

 

“Bloody hell,” he replied, “I would have.”

 

So, where was the backhoe?

 

It was down by the first creek. Getting adventurous and wanting to extend the road further, I’d driven it into a field of mud and bogged it - Four times! How I got it out each time by myself, until nightfall forced me to quit on the final one, is the topic of my next post on our wilderness Living.

 

Quite a full first day driving the backhoe and it was fun!

 

How does any of this fit in with writing? This is the block where I lived off-grid and without a house for nearly five years, where I wrote in perfect isolation, and where my sci-fi Khekarian series came into being - complete with wilderness planets born from love of wilderness living.

 

Cheers all! :D

 

Allyson
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To Boldly Go Where No Backhoe Has Gone Before - Well, on our block, anyway.

 

Where was I? Oh, yes, out on the 250 acres of wilderness block in the Northern Territory, aiming between two trees in a backhoe I’d only taught myself to drive that morning, putting a road in down to the flatland below the steep hill.

 

Fortunately a backhoe is a fairly slow-going machine, although it does speed up on a steep incline, and this was steep. The bucket down and scraping along the surface acted as a brake and I was able to keep between the trees. It was a job that needed repeating several times to scrape down to clear earth, but that first time through the maze and all the way down the hill to level ground felt good. I hadn’t taken out a single tree (I like trees and our intention with the block was to enjoy the wilderness).

 

Turning around, of course, meant I had to come back up again. That was actually scarier. I kept everything low because the feeling was, if the bucket had been up, the whole lot might have tumbled over backwards.

 

That night, Greg returned home to find the backhoe missing. Fortunately, I wasn’t missing with it, and I could show him what I had done with the road down the hill - and point out the backhoe on the way. :D 

 

As it was after dark when Greg got home, we drove the length of my road by car with the headlights on. Greg was quite impressed. The road stretched almost one km (about half a mile). Returning up the hill to our campsite, Greg noticed the same issue I had with the steepness of the hill. Knowing I had run up and down several times, he asked the obvious question.

 

“How did you get the backhoe up each time? Did you drive it up backwards?”

 

“No,” I replied.

 

“Bloody hell,” he replied, “I would have.”

 

So, where was the backhoe?

 

It was down by the first creek. Getting adventurous and wanting to extend the road further, I’d driven it into a field of mud and bogged it - Four times! How I got it out each time by myself, until nightfall forced me to quit on the final one, is the topic of my next post on our wilderness Living.

 

Quite a full first day driving the backhoe and it was fun!

 

How does any of this fit in with writing? This is the block where I lived off-grid and without a house for nearly five years, where I wrote in perfect isolation, and where my sci-fi Khekarian series came into being - complete with wilderness planets born from love of wilderness living.

 

Cheers all! :D

 

Allyson
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To Boldly Go Where No Backhoe Has Gone Before - Well, on our block, anyway.

 

Where was I? Oh, yes, out on the 250 acres of wilderness block in the Northern Territory, aiming between two trees in a backhoe I’d only taught myself to drive that morning, putting a road in down to the flatland below the steep hill.

 

Fortunately a backhoe is a fairly slow-going machine, although it does speed up on a steep incline, and this was steep. The bucket down and scraping along the surface acted as a brake and I was able to keep between the trees. It was a job that needed repeating several times to scrape down to clear earth, but that first time through the maze and all the way down the hill to level ground felt good. I hadn’t taken out a single tree (I like trees and our intention with the block was to enjoy the wilderness).

 

Turning around, of course, meant I had to come back up again. That was actually scarier. I kept everything low because the feeling was, if the bucket had been up, the whole lot might have tumbled over backwards.

 

That night, Greg returned home to find the backhoe missing. Fortunately, I wasn’t missing with it, and I could show him what I had done with the road down the hill - and point out the backhoe on the way. :D

 

As it was after dark when Greg got home, we drove the length of my road by car with the headlights on. Greg was quite impressed. The road stretched almost one km (about half a mile). Returning up the hill to our campsite, Greg noticed the same issue I had with the steepness of the hill. Knowing I had run up and down several times, he asked the obvious question.

 

“How did you get the backhoe up each time? Did you drive it up backwards?”

 

“No,” I replied.

 

“Bloody hell,” he replied, “I would have.”

 

So, where was the backhoe?

 

It was down by the first creek. Getting adventurous and wanting to extend the road further, I’d driven it into a field of mud and bogged it - Four times! How I got it out each time by myself, until nightfall forced me to quit on the final one, is the topic of my next post on our wilderness Living.

 

Quite a full first day driving the backhoe and it was fun!

 

How does any of this fit in with writing? This is the block where I lived off-grid and without a house for nearly five years, where I wrote in perfect isolation, and where my sci-fi Khekarian series came into being - complete with wilderness planets born from love of wilderness living.

 

Cheers all! :D

 

Allyson

A Snap Decision And A Leap! Our House in the Mountains!
 
It has all come together beautifully - and we’ve landed something special, a house at the Southern tip of the mountain range that runs down through New South Wales and into Victoria, incorporating the Snowy Mountains, Kosciuszko National Park (Mount Kosciuszko is Australia’s tallest mountain) and Alpine National Park and others, with many mountains along the way.
 
On the NSW side, Mount Perisher’s Ski Resort reports that the 2014 snow season has seen some of the biggest snowfalls in decades with over two metres of snow falling in a two week period and has extended it’s skiing season all the way to Oct 10 (Australia is officially in Spring now). We’re moving beyond Perisher, further south (away from the sun) and into the next state, Victoria, so let’s hope it’s not snowing during any part of our move!
 
The house itself is three bedrooms in glorious isolation, with a romantic open fireplace and a combustion stove in another room which will probably be my choice of office. I’m not sure, as yet. Why am I not sure? Because, although we intended to, we haven’t actually seen the house. It was a snap decision and a leap, and that makes it even more exciting. :D
 
From where we are now, the trip one way will take about ten hours, depending which road we take - the shortest route uses a dirt road requiring a 4 wheel drive, so not likely the one we’ll take any delicate goods and chattels over. Our first drive down with non-important stuff will sort out the way. Yes, we’re doing the move ourselves, probably in eight or so runs.
 
I don’t particularly enjoy packing because decisions have to be made about what to keep and what to let go. I do love unpacking in a new environment, though, and planning what goes where. :D 
 
So, the adventure is on. Things will be up in the air, blogging-wise, and there will be a gap when I land there. Currently the house has no phone at all, so that needs to be sorted to give a modem link to the Internet until we can sort out a satellite dish.
 
Meanwhile, I WILL be getting a LOT of writing done and finish Book Three. There have been many delays with this one and I am eager to see it done.
 
Cheers everyone! :D
 
Allyson

A Snap Decision And A Leap! Our House in the Mountains!

 

It has all come together beautifully - and we’ve landed something special, a house at the Southern tip of the mountain range that runs down through New South Wales and into Victoria, incorporating the Snowy Mountains, Kosciuszko National Park (Mount Kosciuszko is Australia’s tallest mountain) and Alpine National Park and others, with many mountains along the way.

 

On the NSW side, Mount Perisher’s Ski Resort reports that the 2014 snow season has seen some of the biggest snowfalls in decades with over two metres of snow falling in a two week period and has extended it’s skiing season all the way to Oct 10 (Australia is officially in Spring now). We’re moving beyond Perisher, further south (away from the sun) and into the next state, Victoria, so let’s hope it’s not snowing during any part of our move!

 

The house itself is three bedrooms in glorious isolation, with a romantic open fireplace and a combustion stove in another room which will probably be my choice of office. I’m not sure, as yet. Why am I not sure? Because, although we intended to, we haven’t actually seen the house. It was a snap decision and a leap, and that makes it even more exciting. :D

 

From where we are now, the trip one way will take about ten hours, depending which road we take - the shortest route uses a dirt road requiring a 4 wheel drive, so not likely the one we’ll take any delicate goods and chattels over. Our first drive down with non-important stuff will sort out the way. Yes, we’re doing the move ourselves, probably in eight or so runs.

 

I don’t particularly enjoy packing because decisions have to be made about what to keep and what to let go. I do love unpacking in a new environment, though, and planning what goes where. :D

 

So, the adventure is on. Things will be up in the air, blogging-wise, and there will be a gap when I land there. Currently the house has no phone at all, so that needs to be sorted to give a modem link to the Internet until we can sort out a satellite dish.

 

Meanwhile, I WILL be getting a LOT of writing done and finish Book Three. There have been many delays with this one and I am eager to see it done.

 

Cheers everyone! :D

 

Allyson

THE KNIFE! From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.
 
Sturn grabbed at her shirt as he reached her, ripping it open with his left hand, his right swinging into action with the knife even as Aleisha gave a squeal of terror.
 
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Sturn getting physical. Excerpt from The Khekarian Threat, Book One in the Khekarian series.
 
First 4 chapters FREE for You to read at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

THE KNIFE! From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

 

Sturn grabbed at her shirt as he reached her, ripping it open with his left hand, his right swinging into action with the knife even as Aleisha gave a squeal of terror.

 

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Sturn getting physical. Excerpt from The Khekarian Threat, Book One in the Khekarian series.

 

First 4 chapters FREE for You to read at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

Moving House… Maybe.
 
We may have a move on the way - I wasn’t going to mention it until we were sure, but our preparations are impinging on my blogging activity, which is why my posts have suddenly dropped away.
 
I will do my best to post at least once a day and will certainly continue my ‘Wilderness Adventures’, but there will be times (as you may already have noticed) that I don’t make it in at all.
 
We are still waiting for final confirmation and once we get that, I can tell you more about where we are going to and what’s happening.
 
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Thank you, all, for your patience. Yes, I can assure you, I am still getting some writing-writing done (on The Bastard Line, book three of the Khekarian series). It’s just that life generally has suddenly grown very busy.
 
Cheers, everyone! :D
 
Allyson

Moving House… Maybe.

 

We may have a move on the way - I wasn’t going to mention it until we were sure, but our preparations are impinging on my blogging activity, which is why my posts have suddenly dropped away.

 

I will do my best to post at least once a day and will certainly continue my ‘Wilderness Adventures’, but there will be times (as you may already have noticed) that I don’t make it in at all.

 

We are still waiting for final confirmation and once we get that, I can tell you more about where we are going to and what’s happening.

 

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Thank you, all, for your patience. Yes, I can assure you, I am still getting some writing-writing done (on The Bastard Line, book three of the Khekarian series). It’s just that life generally has suddenly grown very busy.

 

Cheers, everyone! :D

 

Allyson

Backhoe Lesson 101 - Just Do It.
 
Out there in the wilderness on my very first day alone, I had envisioned a day of writing, only there was a backhoe to master, a hill to work out and a road to put in - I thought I had better start early.
 
With the driveway Greg had already put in at my back, I had three options off the hill. Right, left or straight ahead. On closer inspection, it became clear that I only really had one option. The right side of the hill dipped away far too steeply to consider, dropping into a gully that a person might climb but not walk. To the left was a little better, except for when the rocks formed a cliff drop closer to the bottom. So, straight ahead it was, steep as it was, or give up entirely and find another way into the block.
 
I wanted to keep the trees, also, so needed to find a suitable way through them that wouldn’t take me over the edge of something and leave in a crumpled wreckage at the bottom of the hill. It was morning still and the sun was barely up. Greg wouldn’t be home again until after dark, and I didn’t want to spend the day trapped in wreckage.
 
First off, though, I had to learn those controls. What did what? For starters, the pedal was a three-pronged monstrosity - each prong doing something different as it titled the main pedal in a different direction, and of course it had different levers, which raised and extended the arm into different configurations, raised and tilted the bucket at the front or the scoop at the back, and lowered or raised the feet that helped steady the machine through certain operations. All of these jolted the machine alarmingly if employed too roughly. It needed a gentle touch.
 
With that sorted and a plan of action in mind, I lowered the bucket, aimed between two trees and started off over the brow of the hill.
 
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My adventures living in the wilderness without a house or amenities, where the sci-fi Khekarian series was born and gave me a love of wilderness planets and modern pioneering.
 
Connect with me (A.D. Everard) at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

Backhoe Lesson 101 - Just Do It.

 

Out there in the wilderness on my very first day alone, I had envisioned a day of writing, only there was a backhoe to master, a hill to work out and a road to put in - I thought I had better start early.

 

With the driveway Greg had already put in at my back, I had three options off the hill. Right, left or straight ahead. On closer inspection, it became clear that I only really had one option. The right side of the hill dipped away far too steeply to consider, dropping into a gully that a person might climb but not walk. To the left was a little better, except for when the rocks formed a cliff drop closer to the bottom. So, straight ahead it was, steep as it was, or give up entirely and find another way into the block.

 

I wanted to keep the trees, also, so needed to find a suitable way through them that wouldn’t take me over the edge of something and leave in a crumpled wreckage at the bottom of the hill. It was morning still and the sun was barely up. Greg wouldn’t be home again until after dark, and I didn’t want to spend the day trapped in wreckage.

 

First off, though, I had to learn those controls. What did what? For starters, the pedal was a three-pronged monstrosity - each prong doing something different as it titled the main pedal in a different direction, and of course it had different levers, which raised and extended the arm into different configurations, raised and tilted the bucket at the front or the scoop at the back, and lowered or raised the feet that helped steady the machine through certain operations. All of these jolted the machine alarmingly if employed too roughly. It needed a gentle touch.

 

With that sorted and a plan of action in mind, I lowered the bucket, aimed between two trees and started off over the brow of the hill.

 

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My adventures living in the wilderness without a house or amenities, where the sci-fi Khekarian series was born and gave me a love of wilderness planets and modern pioneering.

 

Connect with me (A.D. Everard) at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

SO SHE WOULD DIE NOW? - from the Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.
 
So she would die now, and for what, for not cooperating? Words of protest tumbled into her mind, but none of them made it past her tongue. It was all too quick.
 
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Aleisha meeting Sturn’s dark side. Excerpt from The Khekarian Threat, Book One in the Khekarian series.
 
First 4 chapters FREE for You to read at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

SO SHE WOULD DIE NOW? - from the Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

 

So she would die now, and for what, for not cooperating? Words of protest tumbled into her mind, but none of them made it past her tongue. It was all too quick.

 

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Aleisha meeting Sturn’s dark side. Excerpt from The Khekarian Threat, Book One in the Khekarian series.

 

First 4 chapters FREE for You to read at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

Adventures Just Beginning - True Life Wilderness Living.
 
So, the backhoe that neither of us could drive sat there waiting, and Greg had the key, which was the place to start - He sat in the cab and started the engine, then basically fiddled about until he knew what most of the things did, or at least how to move it forwards and backwards.
 
The caravan was on the road, too, and had been there through the night. We picked the spot for our driveway and Greg practiced with the backhoe by filling in the sudden drop from hill to roadside, and generally smoothing down a pathway. It was still very steep but was the only way onto the block.
 
When all was as good as it could be, Greg towed the caravan off the road and up to the brow of the hill where it would remain for some months before we ventured deeper. Our first mission a success, we then encountered the first snag. Greg couldn’t turn the engine off again. The key didn’t do it.
 
After half an hour searching for a switch or a lever that would turn the beast off, Greg gave up and asked me to give it a go. I did pretty much what he did, I searched everywhere, but finally spotted a bit of metal sticking out that had a screw thread, but nothing on it. Wondering if a button was missing on the thing, I played with it. It turned out to be the decompression lever and the engine, thankfully, died.
 
Great. So now we had Greg with a basic understanding of how to operate the backhoe, and me knowing how to turn it off. The next day was Monday and Greg went to work, leaving me alone to “tend the property”. That involved putting a road in, he informed me, jokingly, before heading away for the day. He had done the driveway bit, maybe a hundred feet, so it was my turn to learn and operate the heavy machine.
 
I don’t think he was expecting much, and I know I could have left it, but I thought I might just give it a go and surprise him. I was the one in for some surprises, however. If we thought the driveway was steep, I was about to learn that the other side of the hill was even steeper and dropped down far lower than the road.
 
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My adventures living in the wilderness without a house or amenities, where the Khekarian series was born and gave me a love of wilderness planets and modern pioneering.
 
Connect with me (A.D. Everard) at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

Adventures Just Beginning - True Life Wilderness Living.

 

So, the backhoe that neither of us could drive sat there waiting, and Greg had the key, which was the place to start - He sat in the cab and started the engine, then basically fiddled about until he knew what most of the things did, or at least how to move it forwards and backwards.

 

The caravan was on the road, too, and had been there through the night. We picked the spot for our driveway and Greg practiced with the backhoe by filling in the sudden drop from hill to roadside, and generally smoothing down a pathway. It was still very steep but was the only way onto the block.

 

When all was as good as it could be, Greg towed the caravan off the road and up to the brow of the hill where it would remain for some months before we ventured deeper. Our first mission a success, we then encountered the first snag. Greg couldn’t turn the engine off again. The key didn’t do it.

 

After half an hour searching for a switch or a lever that would turn the beast off, Greg gave up and asked me to give it a go. I did pretty much what he did, I searched everywhere, but finally spotted a bit of metal sticking out that had a screw thread, but nothing on it. Wondering if a button was missing on the thing, I played with it. It turned out to be the decompression lever and the engine, thankfully, died.

 

Great. So now we had Greg with a basic understanding of how to operate the backhoe, and me knowing how to turn it off. The next day was Monday and Greg went to work, leaving me alone to “tend the property”. That involved putting a road in, he informed me, jokingly, before heading away for the day. He had done the driveway bit, maybe a hundred feet, so it was my turn to learn and operate the heavy machine.

 

I don’t think he was expecting much, and I know I could have left it, but I thought I might just give it a go and surprise him. I was the one in for some surprises, however. If we thought the driveway was steep, I was about to learn that the other side of the hill was even steeper and dropped down far lower than the road.

 

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My adventures living in the wilderness without a house or amenities, where the Khekarian series was born and gave me a love of wilderness planets and modern pioneering.

 

Connect with me (A.D. Everard) at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

THE BIG UGLY BLADE - from The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.
 
She watched him go, sighed and pushed away the papers. But he was back too soon, moving purposefully, drawing her concern. Then she saw the knife held down by his right side, the big ugly blade she never wanted to see. Unsheathed, ready for use. Panic hit.
 
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Aleisha meeting Sturn’s dark side. Excerpt from The Khekarian Threat, Book One in the Khekarian series.
 
First 4 chapters FREE for You to read at http://bloodstonescifi.com/

THE BIG UGLY BLADE - from The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

 

She watched him go, sighed and pushed away the papers. But he was back too soon, moving purposefully, drawing her concern. Then she saw the knife held down by his right side, the big ugly blade she never wanted to see. Unsheathed, ready for use. Panic hit.

 

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Aleisha meeting Sturn’s dark side. Excerpt from The Khekarian Threat, Book One in the Khekarian series.

 

First 4 chapters FREE for You to read at http://bloodstonescifi.com/