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When the dust devil dances

Barcoola Sunset HPK 2015 smWhen I was young we called them a willy-willy. Growing up in the Sydney suburbs, they were these small whorls—a vortex of wind that ran along the gutters, picking up spirals of street litter. These days the Aussie Bureau of Meteorology is referring to the will-willy as a Dust Devil* and I kind of like that.

I am also liking the unexpected joys of this roving lifestyle. That includes spending lots of time outdoors. Where once I would be inside the house, at a desk or on the lounge with my laptop—for no reason but because that’s what I did—I am now sitting outside and it is opening my eyes to so much more. (When I talk about ‘sweat trickling down her spine’, I am generally feeling sweat trickling down the spine!)

Nature and the seasons always play a role in my stories. As writers we are taught to utilize all five senses so our characters touch, see, hear, smell and taste (except if you are Paige out of Season of Shadow and Light who lost her sense of smell and taste after a stroke. She was a challenge to write!)

While caravan parks have come with their share of experiences (not to mention characters) nothing has blown my mind more than two months parked in a paddock on in this amazing cattle property in Queensland’s Capricornia region.

Night and day, and every colourful moment in between, is inspiring my 2017 release. Just now one of those willy-willy winds I mentioned above whipped through—and I mean THROUGH—our van site. First as an escalating howl in distant trees. Then I watched in awe as the spiral of dust and leafy debris—at some three metres in height and just as wide—danced across the paddock towards us. I wish there’d been time to capture it with my camera because the way it gathered speed and spectacle it was truly mesmerizing display of mother nature doing her thing.

Okay, so I am easily amused. But when nature puts on a show I am at least outside to be a witness these days.

Loving this life.

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* What is a dust devil?

A dust devil is a localised dust filled vortex similar in shape to a tornado but of much less strength. They differ from dust storms in that they are a more localised and short-lived event. They form due to intense heating at the surface causing a rapid upward movement of parcel of air. This displacement of the surface air causes an inward movement of surrounding air, creating the common spiral shape of the dust devil. Dust devils are generally small in size compared with tornadoes, being about 3-100m in diameter and up to 300m high. Wind speeds inside the vortex reach a maximum of 100km/hr.

BOM: NSW Regional Office, May 2006

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#WriteRoundOz w/ Jennie Jones – romance author

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Fellow small-town fiction writer, Jennie Jones from Perth, Western Australia, lets me drop by in the fifth wheeler (as long as I do a little weeding on the way!!)

Check out the *** below for a little FACT or FICTION fun.

 

 

 

Thank you for letting my park my rig on your driveway–a five minute walk to the Indian Ocean.

You’re welcome, Jenn. Very impressed at the way you casually backed up a steep driveway and around two bends…but hang on to your drink because you’re still on a slope!

(It’s okay. I have wheel chocks!)

What’s that I see written on your ‘welcome mat’?

Beware of the cat (the small one).

(You have a big cat?)

Downsizing my life into a 24 ft caravan meant leaving lots of things behind in boxes. What (or who!!) would you have trouble leaving behind if you took off in a caravan?

My husband – because there wouldn’t be room for both of us (smile). But I’ve promised him I’ll write…

I miss my HUGE refrigerator. If I looked in your refrigerator right now, what would I find?

Scotch fillet steak for my husband and Eye fillet steak for me. Chilled champagne, cheddar cheese, iceberg lettuce, tomatoes, strawberries, low-fat vanilla yoghurt and yesterday’s Webber bbq chicken.

Whose home would you like to visit in your van and why?

Any country manor – so long as it’s elegant and grand and whispers stories.

Houses are definitely Jennie’s favourite things. Check out her titles!! 6 Teaser_Swallows Fall Series by Jennie Jones

Do you REALLY have room at your house to park a fifth wheeler caravan and do you mind visitors? Oh, sorry, you don’t have to answer that one!! 🙂

It’s a complicated driveway and you were game enough to reverse up and around – if you could also do a little weeding while you’re here…you can stay.

Country curiosities…

My latest novel, Season of Shadow and Light, has a strong horse theme. (I love what horses can teach us). If you were an animal what would you be?

I’d be a cat. They’re so independent (so long as they’re fed on time) and so capable of looking after themselves (so long as they get what they demand when they demand it). But they are also very loving (when they want to be).

You’re cooking and your food is going up against the best cooks from the CWA (Country Women’s Association). What would be your winning dish?

Oh, heck. I’d lose, so maybe I’ll bring the wine.

About you…

What is the hardest part of writing for you?

I’m pretty good at starting a story due to ideas I have to get down, and it flows wonderfully from there for the first three chapters. I can grow the story at around three chapters per stage, but my huge stumbling block is making these stages glue together and make sense. So by three-quarters of the way through a first draft, I’m questioning my sanity. I don’t plot – even when I need to and think I’ve got the rest of the story outlined, the supposed plot changes as soon as I start writing – so I have to go through those difficult periods of wondering where on earth this is going and if it’s going to make the mark. One day, when I’ve got over twenty books under my belt, I might not find it so hard. That’s the hope, anyway.

If someone was to write your biography, what do you think the title should be?

She tried everything except parachuting (and bungy jumping).  

What question have you always wanted to be asked in an interview? How would you answer that question?

“How did you amass such a fortune, Ms Jones?” But I’d probably wake up before I answered…

Favourites…

Favourite movie: Jane Eyre (most of the many versions).

Favourite quote: “Fate keeps on happening” Anita Loos

*** NOW – You’re a fiction writer, Jennie. Tells us something about you and we’ll guess if it’s true.

I once spent two weeks auditioning for a musical dance troupe – and after all that effort, got the job. Only to discover we’d be touring Indonesia and would be performing the play naked. I turned the job down. They were all arrested in Indonesia during the first performance.

What do you reckon, folks? Fact or fiction?

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Author Webpage: http://www.jenniejonesromance.com

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Would you like a prairie oyster to go with that?

Allow me to introduce you to ‘the prairie oyster’.

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The dogs seem to enjoy them. Only not my dog. I think little Daiquiri’s tastes are a tad more discerning than Diva the farm dog’s. Poor little Dac simply needed a way to say…

“No thank you. No bull’s balls for me today. I’ll stick to my Greenies.”

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Yes, the realities of farm life kind of hit me over the head today (or was that Diva tossing her prairie oyster around? Note to self: Wash hair tonight.)

No doubt about it. Kellie gets all the fun jobs! Prairie oyster prep. Someone pass their plate.

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As if being castrated isn’t enough!

While Kellie has the cattle in the crush it’s a good time to brand them.
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This, folks, is what it really looks like when you have a lot of irons in the fire.

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So, there you have it. And while Kellie gets all the fun jobs, I am left with the difficult task of writing the prairie oyster into a scene in my current work. I figured the least I could do, even though this book is a long way off, is whet your appetite with this teaser of words–as I’m sure I didn’t do it with the prairie oysters.

 

Here you go: The excerpt.

‘G’day!’

‘Hello.’ Gina alighted from the car, her once shiny leather boots covered in dust.

‘Where you’ve parked under the tree is fine. Good shade for a couple of hours.’ He spoke as quickly as he walked, barely glancing her way. ‘ We’ll be done by three.’

‘We will?’

‘If we get started without any delays. This way.’

‘Excuse me but . . . You are J.B. Tate?’

He paused to look back. ‘I am. Why do you ask?’

‘You’re not what I expected.’

‘Well, that makes two of us. You’re not the usual run of the mill worker I’m used to either. Not sure why they sent someone so . . . ’ His gazed travelled the length of her body—up and down. ‘Are you sure you can handle it?’

‘I’m quite capable, Mr Tate.’

Whatever the hell it was. Gina was going to do it—and do it well.

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‘So, you wanna tell me what you had in mind when you fronted up today for the job?’ He was laughing, which was more than Gina was capable of right now. She’d thrown up as the first testicle hit the ground and the kelpie snatched it up.

‘Prairie oysters,’ he’d told. ‘Dogs love ‘em.’

Thank goodness the actual farmhand had shown up in the nick of time.

‘I thought you were your father.’

He chuckled. ‘Ahh, another journalist looking for a new angle, eh? All credit to you for the dedication. Do you always go to such lengths to get your story?’

‘No, no, I’m not a journalist,’ she said, frustration mounting. ‘I know I should’ve said straight up except . . . Well, whenever a man questions my ability—’

‘You’ve gotta prove otherwise. I get it. I do.’

‘I feel like an idiot. I assumed that whatever the job was it would involve the hospitality part of the business. I assure you I can do most things food and event related without throwing up or passing out.’

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I hope you enjoyed that little tidbit (the excerpt, not the prairie oyster), although I am told some people consider the cow off-cuts a delicacy.

Please let me know if you are one of those people, or if you’ve partaken in one of these meaty morsels, and I will be sure to think twice before accepting an invitation to dinner!

Jokes aside, I know this stuff has to happen. I just wish that they wouldn’t look at me like that.
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I keep wanting to say, “It wasn’t me! No bull!”

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If you don’t mind a good cow story, you might enjoy Season of Shadow and Light. It has cows and a fun cloven hooves scene – my favourite!

 

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