Broken Pieces

#Author Chat with Brian Bloom (Beyond Neanderthal) @ BrianB_Aust #AmReading #BookClub


What is your favourite quote, by whom, and why?
The quote below is from the Book Earth, by Frank Townshend, George Allen & Unwin, 1929.
The reason it is my favourite quote is that it reinforces my perception that there is dignity in difference and that we need differences to inform and enrich life. The tendency for people to think that “if you’re not like me then there’s something wrong with you”; or that “if I can’t aspire to be the same as you if I choose then there’s something wrong with the system” is pure foolishness. Gender, race, religion, why does everything have to be the same? Why do some black people aspire to be black white people? Why do some women aspire to be female men? Why do some Muslim extremists believe that they have a duty to Islamise the entire planet? It may be politically incorrect for me to say this, but it seems to me to be just plain foolishness. Personally, I place a high value on individuality and differentiation. 
I would have difficulty in feeling the same degree of tenderness and love towards my wife of 42 years if she was possessed of the killer instinct that she would need to have in order to succeed in a dog-eat-dog world. Could she succeed? Of course she could! It’s not a function of her ability. If anything, she is more capable than I am. But if both spouses in a marriage have a killer instinct, then what’s the probability of their nuclear family surviving for long enough to impart the same values to their children that Denise’s and my parents passed down to us? 
Well, maybe the answer is for the woman to be the breadwinner and the man to be the house-husband. But then we might have to produce babies in test tubes – which would sort of spit in the face of Nature, would it not? Should there be a law against any of these foolish aspirations? Of course not! Provided it doesn’t cause tangible harm to others. We certainly can’t allow people to go around blowing themselves up along with innocent bystanders. But what is likely to be the result of unfettered “human rights” is that there will be less than optimal happiness. There is balance in Nature. If you want to buck Nature then be prepared to pay the cost. You want to see the cost of screwing with Nature? Just read and/or watch and/or listen to your daily media. What proportion of the daily news is “good” news? Isn’t it time we faced reality?
“Of the three main currents of life, I observed
Energy, from the West;
Wisdom from the East;
Rhythm, from the South.
And all of these shall run together to inform life.
For energy without wisdom is blind;
Nor can they act effectively together,
Out of rhythm with the earth.”
What makes you happiest?
Hearing my grandchildren laugh with delight or watching a pod of dolphins cavorting in the waves.
What are you most proud of in your personal life?
I have an ability to sublimate my ego when a disagreement is not objectively important.
What do you hope your obituary will say about you?
Rest in Peace. I’ll be dead. Who cares?
Is your family supportive? Do your friends support you?
I think my family is happy to see me occupied – the devil makes work for idle hands. It’s more that they tolerate what I do than that they support what I do, and they say nice supportive things on cue. My friends are polite but don’t really identify with my writing. They listen politely to what I say about my writing and then the conversation moves on to more superficial matters, such as answering questions in the Sunday paper quiz; or discussing a forthcoming holiday. My golfing buddies have no interest in my writing. Telling old jokes amongst the guys at the golf club builds camaraderie, which is a different way of nurturing my soul. Support comes in different forms.
What other jobs have you had in your life?
My initial training was in South Africa on the stock market as an analyst and portfolio manager. (2 years) Then I became a strategic planning officer for a large furniture conglomerate. (2 years) Then I bought an insolvent decorative castings factory which I turned around and ran for twelve years, finally diversifying into furniture manufacture. Along the way, I started writing a newspaper column and was then invited by a leading firm of stockbrokers to write a twice monthly analysis of interest rate movements for their clients. In 1987, my family and I migrated to Australia, where I joined Citicorp in its Venture Capital division. I worked there for nearly five years and then took on agencies to represent Australian health and environment management technology manufacturers in Latin America. After 5 years of that I decided that neither the travelling nor dealing with corruption were worth the effort and I became a strategic adviser to Australian based high growth businesses; mainly in the IT industry. For the seven years immediately preceding my retirement I offered the same strategic advisory service, but specialising in the retail fast food franchising area.
If you could study any subject at University, what would you pick?
I’ve always admired the ability of engineers to calculate the capacity of human designs to do what they were designed to do. I suppose that would cover subjects like architecture, civil engineering, mechanical engineering, hydraulics, robotics and others. But maybe I could find one subject that would enable me to learn some principles that could be generally applied. Of course, this assumes that I have the necessary ability, which I probably don’t.
Where do you get your support from? Do you have friends in the industry?
When it comes to the publishing industry, I have had no meaningful support and I learned quickly that the industry as a whole is largely dysfunctional. I spent many months trying to find a literary agent before I realised that those guys are so inundated with opportunity that there’s no way they can cope. For example, I came across one literary agency whose website had been operating for only a couple of weeks. During that period they had over 50,000 visits. The staff of that organisation was maybe 8 people. If (say) 5 of them were 100% dedicated to examining opportunities, they would each have 10,000 applications to process over, say, 30 days. That’s something like 170 author enquiries they would have to process every hour. Eventually I came to understand that the book industry is all about networking. The way I finally cracked it was I went to a mate of mine who is an accountant and asked him if he had any publisher clients. It turned out he had one and he got me through the door. The owner of that business charged me for her time to mentor me in creative writing and to edit Beyond Neanderthal, my first book. I paid for everything and the total cost all up – including printing – was well over $20,000.
Fortunately, because I had a wide following of readers of my blogs, I managed to recoup more than that from book sales. But the exercise taught me that the industry as a whole is out of control. It’s a matter of pure luck if you can find an agent who, in turn, will represent you to publishers. From another perspective, I happen to have a friend who is well connected in Hollywood. The same situation applies there: They are drowning in opportunities. The magic words my friend would have had to have used would have been: “This book has sold a gazillion copies. Maybe you should look at it.” That’s the only way they will focus if you’re not in their daily orbit.
So, the bottom line is that most writers will need to draw on their own internal emotional reserves and strength of character for support. They will have to face the prospect of self publication and self promotion, and most will eventually come to understand that the internet is the way to go if you don’t have a personal network. I found a bunch of names of book reviewers and book publicists on Twitter and I contacted a few, and that’s how I got going. Even that only happened by accident because I didn’t know where to look or even what questions to ask.
Even though I nominally had publishers, my books had been on Amazon for some time without any reviews at all. Eventually, Amazon emailed me to ask why I had no reviews. I told them I didn’t know how. They said: “We offer that as a service (for which we charge). Leave it to us”. When the reviews came in it seemed to me that the books would be well received so I got off my backside. No professional in the industry up to that time had explained to me the relevance of reviews or how to get them – not even the publishers who were supposed to be publishing the books. Now I am beginning to understand that if I want my books to sell I have to put in the energy myself. I can’t rely on support from anyone. But with the “rave” reviews I have received so far – from total strangers who have never heard of me – I’m encouraged to give it my best shot.
How do write – laptop, pen, paper, in bed, at desk?
When I start a book, I use a novel writing software program to dump ideas in various locations and to build character identities. I do this sitting at my PC on my desk and it’s usually between 9:00 am and 5:00 pm. As things progress and the story begins to take shape, I become less formal. I jettison the program and begin to write whenever the ideas are flowing – but always at my desk. I can’t work anywhere but at a desk. The main reason is that I work in bursts. After about an hour, in order to rest my mind, I switch to the internet or I check my emails. Then, after another passage of time, I’ll get back to writing. It could be anything from a few minutes to a couple of hours. I’ll ping-pong like that until I’m satisfied that I’ve justified my writing obligations for the day; which I normally measure in chapter chunks ¼ , ½ etc. It doesn’t matter the time. It could take 2 hours or 12 hours. I’ll chuck it in when I’m satisfied that I made progress on that day. Sometimes I’ll work late into the night, but Denise is underwhelmed when that happens, so it doesn’t happen often.
It is vital to get exposure and target the right readers for your writing, tell us about your marketing campaign?
This is an extraordinarily important question. I happen to be very well known in the “gold” and “economics” related blogosphere. There are probably a couple of hundred thousand people out there who have heard of me. When I launched The Last Finesse I set it up so that my blogs on other people’s websites would drive people interested in my books to my website and I set up the website to capture statistics like visitors, views per page, subject matter interest. (As an aside I discovered that most visitors wanted to find out “What caused the Global Financial Crisis”, because I have a specific high profile blog on that subject, which appears only on my website). For months I was having spectacular success because over 50,000 “qualified” people – people who were interested in the books to start with – came to the site. But I became concerned when the visitors stopped short of actually buying. Then I came to understand that I had not defined my target market tightly enough.
My books are targeted at thinking readers of novels who are concerned about where humanity may be headed and who would like to see a change in the way society organises itself. I eventually discovered that the visitors to my website – because they were being driven by my analytical blogs – were coming to the website to access my research. They are typically not interested in reading novels. They want non-fiction. Also, because the visitors to the site are typically high net worth individuals, they are typically in an age bracket that is not comfortable with smart phones and tablets. They prefer to read paper books. That’s when I switched my strategy to emphasise my target as being people who are predisposed to read novels. My blog content will need to change to accommodate a different mindset.
My strategy will be to use Twitter, 3rd party book and/or social commentary oriented blogs and direct mail via emailing lists. My publisher has been trying to convince me to go the route of media releases but I understand the difference between “brand awareness” and “call to action” advertising. I have no interest focussing a large proportion of my mind space on creating an awareness of my books. To me, an e-book is an impulse sale item. It seems highly unlikely that anyone – at this stage – will want to specifically come looking for my books. On the other hand, if/when they do become interested I want them to be able to buy the book there and then. If that creates a head of steam in sales, then I will switch my attention to creating brand awareness. When people in my target market start to talk about my books, that’s when I’ll change gears in my thinking. At that point I’ll probably go to Print – On - Demand (POD) and start dishing out copies to book reviewers in the mainstream media; and I’ll keep emphasising my target market. Until then, I will rely mainly on the internet and on the concept of viral marketing. At the end of the day, readers in my target market in general will either think my books are exceptional or they won’t. So far, most who have reviewed the books think they are exceptional. I think they’re exceptional. None of that counts. What counts is what does “the market” think? To get an answer to that I have to be in the market’s face. I need dozens of reviews and I need to reach maybe half a million potentially interested readers who can be broadly described as “thinking” people. In short, this is the marketing message:
“If you’re a thinking person who has only a vague understanding of scientific and economic matters, and/or of the “other” Abrahamic religions – and you are concerned about the future of society – then read Beyond Neanderthal and The Last Finesse. You will be educated whilst you are being entertained and having fun. As you progress through the storylines, you will come to understand whatever you need to understand about nuclear energy, climate change, over-unity electromagnetic energy, Islamic fundamentalism, central banking and the banksters, the origins of the Clash of Civilisations and the similarities between all the world’s great religions. You will also come to understand that there are solutions to all these problems and that the missing element is “ethics”. And what might we do about that? Well, read Beyond Neanderthal and The Last Finesse and it will start you thinking more positively about the future.”
In my view, this message will resonate with people in the target market.
How much sleep do you need to be your best?
At least seven hours a night, preferably eight.
How do you think people perceive writers?
The question is too general. Some people who have no idea of what’s involved just assume that if you’re a published author then you must be a genius. Others, who have some understanding, generally perceive writers to be impractical dreamers – unless you are patently successful, in which case they tend to be loudly proud to count you amongst their close friends. Others who are mildly interested, will assume that you’re either a failure or a pedestrian success because your book hasn’t hit the best seller list, and they will stop asking how you’re doing so as not to embarrass you.
Is there anyone you’d like to acknowledge and thank you their support?
12 years ago, I was introduced to Steve Kurtz by a mutual friend. Steve has a deep interest in philosophical matters and was once an associate member of the Club of Rome, a global think tank. He reads voraciously and copies me with articles that he thinks might be of interest. We have a mutual interest in population overshoot, resource depletion, energy, ethics and various other matters that will likely impact on the future of civilisation. There’s a lot we don’t agree on but that is an advantage from my perspective because Steve forces me to be absolutely clear in my thinking. 5 years ago, arising from one of my blogs that I had been writing since 2002, I was contacted by a reader, Anselmo Pedroni with whom I formed a friendly relationship based on an exchange of views in our various fields of expertise. Within his field of expertise Anselmo was a world renowned physicist, Geo- and Cosmo-chemist but he had to retire for health reasons. He has been mentoring me on the science that underlies climate change and energy and various other physics based subjects in my novels. I would like to thank both Steve and Anselmo, and also my wife Denise, who has been extremely supportive of me as an individual, and who has educated me in matters spiritual for over 40 years.

Beyond Neanderthal
There is an energy force in the world—known to the Ancients—that has largely escaped the interest of the modern day world. Why? There are allusions to this energy in the Chinese I-Ching, in the Hebrew Torah, in the Christian Bible, in the Hindu Sanskrit Ramayana and in the Muslim Holy Qur'an. Its force is strongest within the Earth's magnetic triangles.
Near one of these--the Bermuda Triangle--circumstances bring together four very different people. Patrick Gallagher is a mining engineer searching for a viable alternative to fossil fuels; Tara Geoffrey, an airline pilot on holidays in the Caribbean; Yehuda Rosenberg, a physicist preoccupied with ancient history; and Mehmet Kuhl, a minerals broker, a Sufi Muslim with an unusual past. Can they unravel the secrets of the Ancients that may also hold the answer to the future of civilization?
About the Author:
In 1987, Brian and his young family migrated from South Africa to Australia where he was employed in Citicorp’s Venture Capital division. He was expecting that Natural Gas would become the world’s next energy paradigm but, surprisingly, it was slow in coming. He then became conscious of the raw power of self-serving vested interests to trump what – from an ethical perspective – should have been society’s greater interests.
Eventually, in 2005, with encouragement from his long suffering wife, Denise, he decided to do something about what he was witnessing: Beyond Neanderthal was the result; The Last Finesse is the prequel.
The Last Finesse is Brian’s second factional novel. Both were written for the simultaneous entertainment and invigoration of the thinking element of society. It is a prequel to Beyond Neanderthal, which takes a visionary view of humanity’s future, provided we can sublimate our Neanderthal drive to entrench pecking orders in society. The Last Finesse is more “now” oriented. Together, these two books reflect a holistic, right brain/left brain view of the challenges faced by humanity; and how we might meet them. All our problems – including the mountain of debt that casts its shadow over the world’s wallowing economy – are soluble.
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Genre – Thriller
Rating – MA (15+)
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The Christmas Cowboy by Shanna Hatfield @ShannaHatfield #thechristmascowboy

Tate surprises Kenzie by showing up on her doorstep late one afternoon… Standing on her front step, he rang the bell and listened to her footsteps hurrying toward the door. The smile on her face forced him to catch his breath.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” Kenzie asked, kissing his cheek then stepping aside so he could come in out of the cold.
Curiosity got the best of her when he stood staring at her, his good hand still behind his back. Trying to look around him, he turned so she couldn’t.
“What are you hiding?” she asked, her eyes warm and inviting when he stepped inside and nudged the door shut behind him with his boot.
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re missing a very important component of proper Christmas décor,” Tate said, sounding all knowing and official.
“What could I possibly be missing?” Kenzie asked, looking behind her and sweeping her arm toward the living room that did look particularly festive, thanks in part to Tate. “I’ve got a poinsettia, a beautiful Christmas tree, garlands, pine boughs, sugary treats, and a blazing fire. Did you bring me some chestnuts to roast? If you did, I’ve got no clue what to do with them, so you’re out of luck.”
Laughing, Tate raised his arm and held a bunch of mistletoe over their heads. “It seems to me this is the most important decoration of all.”
“Possibly,” Kenzie said, reaching out and looping her arms around Tate’s neck, pulling his head down to hers. Teasing and gentle at first, their kiss soon gained momentum until he dropped the mistletoe on the table near the door and she pressed as close against him as his thick coat would allow.
Taking a breath, she quickly unfastened the snaps on his coat and slid it off his shoulders, carefully over his injured arm, until it dropped to the floor. He tossed his hat on the little chair Kenzie kept by the door while a groan escaped his throat. He took in every feature of her face, the mouth-watering summery fragrance surrounding her, and the softness of the hot pink sweater she wore. Her favorite color currently matched the shade of her flushed cheeks.
Lowering his head to hers again, Tate wrapped his good arm around her waist and slowly backed her toward the living room without breaking the connection of their lips.
“I missed you,” he whispered against her mouth as he carefully guided her to the couch. When her knees connected with the edge, she sank down on the soft cushions, still holding onto Tate. He went down with her, ravishing her neck with sizzling kisses that made her whisper his name in a throaty tone, sending blood surging through his veins.
The Christmas Cowboy
"10% of the net proceeds from all my book sales December 1-24 will be donated to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund®"
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Genre – Romance (contemporary western)
Rating – PG
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#Author Lorhainne Eckhart on What Makes Her Happiest @LEckhart #AmReading #Romance

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What makes you happiest?
My children, sunshine, my horse, my animals, nature, being in the country,helping out in the community, making people smile, and when my books sell really well.
What’s your greatest character strength?
I’m the person who will always stop to help.
Why do you write?
I love to write, and I also have a need to write. And I have so many stories yet to be written that’s it’s finding the time to write.
What are you most proud of in your personal life?
Other than my children, who are respectful, kind and make me so proud every day. Is my career as an author.
 What books did you love growing up?
I loved the Little House on the Prairie books, and I couldn’t tell you how many times I reread them, over and over.
What book genre of books do you adore?
I love two well written romance, and romantic suspense.
Is there any books you really don’t enjoy?
Yes, unfortunately  I do not read science fiction.
What else do you do to make money, other than write? It is rare today for writers to be full time…
Guess what. I am a full time writer and it has been lucrative for me. I make a very decent income just from writing. And there are many successful Indie Authors that will tell you the same thing.
How do you write – lap top, pen, paper, in bed, at a desk?
I use laptop write, because that way I can write wherever I am.
Where do you get support from? Do you have friends in the industry?
My fellow authors and of course my loyal fans who are absolutely the best. And I do read and answer every email I receive.
How much sleep do you need to be your best?
Eight hours sleep, no less, and I don’t sleep in. I’m a very early riser.
It is vital to get exposure and target the right readers for your writing, tell us about your marketing campaign?
Yes absolutely. You have to understand your genre first. And then find the readers. Blog tours, ads on relevant sites for your books genre, book blasts, ads on goodreads.
When you are not writing, how do you like to relax?
I get outside in nature. I’m fortunate to live in a rural area on the ocean so I have the best of all worlds. I take a walk down at the ocean, I also go for a walk, and my favorite is to curl  with a great book.

 Lorhainne Eckhart
How do you tell a man there is something wrong with his child?
This is by far one of the best books I have read. Lorhainne Eckhart proved herself yet again  by pulling you in with a heartfelt story and keeping your attention with the passion that fills   the pages. ~ ROMANCE JUNKIES
A Real Tear Jerker: Omg, I loved this book. I stayed up all night trying to finish it. I cried,  My heart broke, I have an 18 year old with autism. This would make a fabulous movie...  Tammy
Overview:
He wasn't looking to love again. But what he got was a woman who shook his lonely bitter world upside down, and touched him in a way no other woman could.
Emily Nelson, a courageous young mother, ends a loveless, bitter marriage and strikes out on her own. She answers an ad as a cook and live-in caregiver to a three-year-old boy on a local ranch. Ranch owner Brad Friessen hires and moves in Emily and her daughter. But Emily soon discovers something's seriously wrong with the boy, and the reclusive, difficult man who hired her can't see the behavior and how delayed his son is. So Emily researches until she stumbles across what she suspects are the soft signs of autism. Now she must tell him, give him hope, and help him come to terms with this neurological disorder--to take the necessary steps to get his child the help he needs.
As their lives become intertwined, their attraction is unavoidable--a connection sparks between them. But just as they're getting close, Brad's estranged wife, Crystal, returns after abandoning the family two years earlier. Among the shock and confusion is one disturbing question Brad can't shake: How does Crystal know so much of his personal business, the inner working of the ranch, and Emily's relationship with his son?
Crystal must've had a plan, as she somehow gains the upper hand, driving a wedge in the emotional bond forged between Brad, Emily, and the children. The primary focus for care and therapy of three-year-old Trevor is diverted. The lengths to which Crystal will go, the lies, the greed, just to keep what's hers, are nothing short of cold and calculating. Emily's forced out of the house. Brad fights to save his boy, to protect what's his, and struggles over his greatest sacrifice--Emily, and the haunting question: Has he lost her forever?
More Praise for THE FORGOTTEN CHILD...
"Brilliant, there is no other word for it, heart grabbing, heart warming, gut wrenching, well written well researched, wanted to read it over & over again." Amazon Reviewer – Maureen
BLACK RAVEN'S REVIEWS - Ms. Eckhart has crafted a delightful story with engaging  characters, enough drama for a Hallmark movie, and enough unconditional love to last a lifetime.  ~Rated 5 Ravens and a Recommended Read by AJ!~ 
READERS FAVORITE *5 Star Review A real page turner ~ fast moving plot ~ a must read!
Reviewed by Brenda C. For Readers Favorite
I didn't expect I'd fall for the four main characters as hard as I did, but The Forgotten Child is an amazing book, not just for a romance fan like myself, but for single parents who may or  may not have a child with autism. ~ Reviewer ~ Adria
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Genre – Contemporary Western Romance
Rating – PG
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Caroline Kennedy Talks About Her Favourite #Fiction Author @stephenwardbook #bookclub


CAN YOU SHARE A LITTLE OF YOUR CURRENT WORK WITH US?
This piece was written while I was working with refugees with disabilities in the camps of Southern Azerbaijan. I am currently putting all my many articles together in a memoir:
THE RAILWAY CHILDREN OF SAATLI by Caroline Kennedy
Through the heat haze reflecting off the carriage roofs, through the belching smoke from the nearby asphalt factory, through the dustclouds whipped up by the unrelenting winds, you can catch a fleeting sight of them. Like phantoms, blurred, pallid, vague silhouettes, now here, now there, wafting in and out from behind the ancient railway wagons. Nimble, agile, fleet of foot. One moment in sight, a wisp of smoke, a puff of soot, then gone. Unreachable. Untouchable.
But when the air clears, there they are again. Or are they ? Is it my imagination? Are they an illusion, a mirage ? Could the dwindling light, the shadows, the dustclouds be playing games with the wind, perhaps ?
But here they are, approaching me, seemingly hordes of them, though, in reality, probably far fewer. Closer now they come, grubby, barefooted
figures of young children, bare, fleshless arms outstretched towards me. Clothes ragged, hair matted, limbs encrusted by soot. But it’s their eyes that catch my attention. Not the normal eyes of children. These eyes are unresponsive, dulled by hunger, by lack of motivation, by boredom. They are lustreless, unflickering eyes of children, old beyond their years, some born, some growing up, all living on the railway lines of Saatli.
Home to these children are abandoned railway wagons, no more than corroded metal junk heaps, destined decades ago for the scrap merchant’s yard.  Windowless, airless, dank. No ventilation, no light,
not even the winds penetrate these dark hovels. Life inside these improvised dwellings is lived in perpetual darkness. Stifling in summer when the brutal rays of the sun blister everything in their grip. Freezing in winter when the ill-fitting sliding doors offer no protection against the bitter, howling gales and the persistent snowstorms.
The only shade now - not trees, for there are none here - but the back-breaking space beneath the wagons. Here the weak ones sit, day after day, singly and in groups, hunched up, cramped, listless, pitiful. The lack of animation evident in their dispirited expressions, their vacant
stares and their inability to  brush away the invading army of flies which voraciously seek out their eyes, their mouths and any available open sore on their bent and feeble bodies.
Under a white shroud, like a mummified corpse, lies a woman the impoverished medical system in this country has either forgotten, neglected or, deliberately, ignored. Mind confused, right side paralysed by a minor stroke, she lies, day after day, mumbling words only she can understand.  A despairing old man, her husband, puts his ear to the faintly moving lips beneath the veil covering her face, vainly trying to
interpret their meaning. He shakes his head, desolate, for he can do nothing for her but watch over her and caress her shrivelled, veined hand. A small disabled boy lies next to her, dribbling, moaning, wretched, his unfocussed eyes infested by the myriad flies.
I watch this scene, moved and saddened, yet somehow transfixed. Reluctant to intrude but, nevertheless, wanting to be a part of it. I move closer. At the same time, voyeur and participant, observer and player, detached yet intimately involved.
And, as I squat down beside them a cast of characters crawl in and out from under this wagon. A heavily pregnant mother, panting furiously, brow sweating, her swelling draped in purple nylon, heaves her weighty
body under the train and settles herself gratefully in the shade. An old woman, doubled up by age and defeated by years of arthritis, drags her distorted limbs painfully under the carriage, sinking, with a sigh, onto the temporary coolness of the metal track. A young man, a soldier from the war with Armenia, his left leg blown off by a recent encounter with a
landmine, discards his ancient crutches, stumbles forward, then flops inelegantly down onto the ground beside her. Turkeys, geese, hens, ducks, cats and dogs, ever willing to fill their empty, worm-infested
bellies, scratch for crumbs of food among the feet of this motley cast.
The children have joined me now. In swarms they come, hurtling up the track, pursuing me with chants of “Arnu Swarznegger,  Bruze Lee, Junclode Vundam!” Simulating karate chops, high kicks and beefcake muscles, they have suddenly come alive. For one brief moment, no different from children anywhere. For foreigners are few here and so arouse immediate curiosity. Those that do come rarely stay. Few have time to sit for a while, to chatter, to play and, above all, to listen. They come with nothing and they leave with nothing, for the railway wagons are inhospitable, uninviting and offer little in the way of comfort to the visitor.
The children, their dead eyes sparkling now, jostle around me, pushing, shoving, touching, eager to get a closer look. One or two grasp my hands, help me to my feet, lead me on. Others, naturally shy, hold back, quietly observing me from a distance.
I spend some time here, with my new friends. But can I really call them my “friends” when I know, in no time at all, I shall be leaving them ? I shall go home and, in all probability, I will forget them. And yet, I know there is this feeling, they will continue to haunt me, these railway children of Saatli, these images of despair, so young, so vulnerable, so needy.
It is evening now. Dusk’s shadows, distorted and kicked in all directions by the unpredictable winds, throw dancing patterns over the broiling, dusty ground, flickering images, like a monochromatic kaleidoscope. The sun, falling in the west, vast, shimmering and aflame, paints the sky cinnamon. Plumes of cinder smoke, gusting from the factory chimney stack, release a delicate network of fluffy ashen threads across its sinking path.
I watch in silence, holding a child’s hand, as the gently fading rays turn to a soft, golden apricot before finally being swallowed up by the welcoming earth. I squeeze that little hand in mine. I must go home now. Night comes swiftly here in Saatli. But no matter how dark it becomes, no matter where I am, wherever I go I will still see those children’s eyes, not normal children’s eyes. Eyes of children, old beyond their years.
Caroline Kennedy is the In-Country Co-ordinator of Leonard Cheshire International in Azerbaijan, working with refugees with disabilities.
WHAT GENRE ARE YOU MOST COMFORTABLE WRITING IN?
I love reading fiction but I definitely prefer writing non-fiction. I think this is because I have always been fascinated by people’s personal stories. Sometimes these stories can truly be stranger than fiction. I believe there is something unique in everyone’s life. And that everyone’s life is worth documenting. It’s incredible to me how often I have heard someone say, “Oh, your life sounds so extraordinary. Mine is very boring and mundane in comparison.” And yet, if I talk to that person long enough I can always find something special and unique that is worth writing down. This, for me, is the thrill of writing non-fiction.
HAVE YOU EVER HAD WRITER’S BLOCK? AND, IF SO, WHAT DO YOU DO ABOUT IT?
Yes, indeed, I have had writer’s block. Sometimes it can last not just weeks but months. I used to stress about it a lot and try to force myself to write when clearly nothing was going to emerge on the page. I have since learnt the best way to deal with writer’s block is to ignore it, find something else creative to do – in my case making elaborate belts, necklaces and bags - anything just to keep my fingers busy and my mind off the fact that I have temporarily lost the ability or the desire to write. This usually works for me. And, at least, when I finally the words do start flowing again, I have produced something in the interim that is creative and that I can sell or give away as presents.
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPIEST?
I love to travel. I love to meet new people, see new places, taste new food and learn about different cultures, religions and customs. Living and working with refugees with disabilities and with indigenous communities gives me so much pleasure. Listening to their stories, learning about their lives and seeing for myself how content they are with what we, in the West, would consider so little. So many of us forget today that simple living can often be the most satisfying life to lead. I would love one day to show my grandchildren how to live simply and how much pleasure there is in scaling down one’s life to the minimum.
WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE FICTION AUTHOR?
Currently my favourite author is Rohan Mistry whose towering novels about India are so vivid, so descriptive and so visual that I can totally immerse myself and believe I am there experiencing everything he is writing about. I end up knowing the characters so well and empathizing with them. I feel their pain, their anguish, their sorrow, their joys and their afflictions. There is so much going on in his books, like a vast kaleidoscope of sounds, smells, colours, life and death. I would love to write such epic novels – fiction, so true in every minute detail, that it seems like non-fiction.
WHERE DO YOU GET INSPIRATION FROM?
Since I write mostly non-fiction I get my inspiration from life in its many shapes and forms. I observe people. I listen to conversations. I like to blend into the background so people don’t notice me. That way I can be like a video camera, overhearing, watching, recording mental notes in my head and then scribbling them down later. Not, of course, in any sinister way but simply as a fascinated observer. I love the process. I learn so much from watching and listening to others.
IS YOUR FAMILY SUPPORTIVE?
Yes, I have been very fortunate. My son is a producer and is encouraging me to write so, perhaps, one day he can produce something I’ve written. My two daughters often tell me they are proud of me. One of my nephews is very positive about my current book. One sister did complain, “Oh no, you’re not writing THAT story again!” I think her main problem with this particular book is that she is staunchly Conservative and it shows up the Conservative government of Harold Macmillan as a vindictive government bent on the destruction of one innocent man to cover up their own misdeeds.
WHAT ELSE DO YOU DO TO MAKE MONEY FROM OTHER THAN WRITING?
I have actually been “retired” for the past ten years while living in Costa Rica. But while living there I have been very active in the local English Language Theatre. I have been President of the theatre for 3 years and have directed 3 plays and acted in several more. I also worked with indigenous Bribri groups in the Talamanca mountains of Costa Rica, putting their lives and legends into dramatic form. Before that I was a humanitarian aid worker, working with refugees with disabilities in Bosnia and Croatia during the war and then in Azerbaijan. I loved that work.
LOCATION & LIFE EXPERIENCES – WHERE DID YOU GROW UP AND WHERE DO YOU NOW LIVE?
I grew up between Surrey in southern England and the Highlands in the far north of Scotland. I would say I had a very idyllic childhood in both places. But I had itchy feet from a very early age and couldn’t wait until I left school at 16 to adventure abroad by myself. I lived in New York for three years and worked as the producer of an all-night Talk radio programme on 1010 WINS New York. Then I travelled alone around the world, taking the Trans-Siberian railway across Russia and Siberia. I lived in the Philippines for 3 years, working as TV and pring journalist, before heading back to the UK. I currently spend my time between Los Angeles, Costa Rica, the UK and Newfoundland. Travelling every 3 months seems to calm my restless spirit.
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
What scares me the most is the American love of guns and the callous attitude of the NRA towards background checks, weapons in the home and massacres of innocent people, including children. What scares me is their intransigence to any sort of gun control and their only solution to children being gunned down in schools is handing out yet more guns to teachers. This scenario is very scary to me.
DO YOU PLAN TO PUBLISH MORE BOOKS?
No, I have no plans at present to write another book, other than my memoirs, written more for my family and friends than for general readership. I won’t categorically state I will never write another book. Simply that I am concentrating right now on completing a screenplay and that will take me a few more months. So I can’t really predict beyond that what irresistible subject, like Stephen Ward, might arise that I would be eager to dedicate another four years of my life to.
WHAT IS HARDEST – GETTING PUBLISHED, WRITING OR MARKETING?
Until independent publishing took off I would definitely say the hardest task was getting published. It seemed to be a chicken and egg situation. No agent, no publisher. No publisher, no agent. I was extremely fortunate in that I had a successful author who became so excited by my research when I showed it to him that he immediately called his publisher to tell him he must publish the book. The publisher, Tom Maschler of Jonathan Cape, needed no persuasion. He became hooked and was 100% supportive and certain it would become a best-seller. I hadn’t actually written a word, I had no agent and yet here I was talking to a top publisher who was more excited than I was! Now, these days, with the growth of independent publishing, it is easy to publish a book. The hard part is marketing it. I think one needs to be very tech savvy and familiar with all the social networks to make a success of it. Unfortunately I am neither.
IF YOU COULD HAVE A DINNER PARTY AND INVITE ANYONE – DEAD OR ALIVE – WHO WOULD YOU INVITE AND WHY?
For the living guests I would invite Rachel Maddow because I love politics and I would dearly love to have been a political journalist. And Maddow is simply the best and brightest of all of them all today.
I would invite Imelda Marcos (former First Lady of the Philippines) because I have written scathingly about her numerous times in the past. I feel I owe her at least a decent dinner for never having had me thrown in gaol or had me assassinated as was the fate of many of her other enemies. And, let’s face it she is very entertaining.
I would invite Eddie Izzard because he has the funniest one-liners in the business and would poke fun at Imelda and keep us in hysterics the whole night and, thus, prevent the conversation from ever becoming too serious.
For guests who have died, I would love to have met the writer, adventurist, diplomat, great English eccentric and my secret heroine, Gertrude Bell who felt equally at home “sitting in a palace with Kings as she did squatting with nomads in a tent in the desert.” I feel equally at ease in all these situations too so would be fascinated to meet her and listen to her and exchange notes.
My next guest would be Oscar Wilde, also known for his one-liners, his acerbic wit and his irreverence. It would be delightful to hear his views on the current marriage equality laws.
And my final guest would have to be, of course, Stephen Ward. I have often wondered how he would react to someone who has taken five years out of her life to prove to the world that he was innocent of all charges and who is still working towards having his conviction overturned.

How The English Establishment Framed
"How the English Establishment Framed Stephen Ward" is a major expose of a government cover-up that has lasted half a century. It is a powerful story of sexual compulsion, political malice and ultimate betrayal. A number-one bestseller when it came out in 1987 under its original title, "An Affair of State", the book reveals never-before-heard testimony that has been uncovered by the authors in the years since the scandal broke. 
Using startling new evidence, including Ward’s own unpublished memoirs and hundreds of interviews with many who, conscience-stricken, have now spoken out for the first time, this important account rips through a half-century cover-up in order to show exactly why the government, the police forces, the Judiciary and the security forces decided to frame Stephen Ward. Stephen Ward is now the subject of an upcoming Andrew Lloyd-Weber musical and this book offers a wider perspective on its complex, central character as well as a broader insight into one of the greatest scandals of the past 100 years. 
As the authors’ research reveals, Ward’s “trial of the century” was caused by an unprecedented corruption of justice and political malice which resulted in an innocent man becoming a scapegoat for those who could not bear to lose power. This is an epic tale of sex, lies, and governmental abuse whose aftermath almost brought down the government and shook the American, British, and Soviet espionage worlds to their core. With its surprising revelations and meticulous research, Ward’s complete story can finally be told.
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