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Stuart Ayris - The Truth About Trees
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Kath
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Oct 10, 2013 02:03PM

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“The Foreign and Commonwealth Office advise against all but essential travel to the coastal area of Sabah…”
That’s the exact area of Borneo to which I was travelling. It couldn’t be that bad. I’d have a tour guide and a driver with me. It’s just jungles and monkeys anyway, isn’t it?
Little did I know then that it wasn’t terrorists that I should have been warned about, but the entire unravelling of my senses.
The Buddhas of Borneo takes the reader on a five day journey across North Eastern Borneo, from Prisoner of War Camps to Buddhist Temples, Batcaves and Jungle Retreats. But nothing is as it seems - particularly on Turtle Island…



I like it very much. Just another 69,000 words to go. I hope to have it finished by the end of the summer and looking for a November 2014 release.
I have had two beta readers read the first three chapters and the feedback has been lovely so far.
So onwards!


Can't wait to read yours by the way!


"So he trudged and he tramped, he slept in fields, he scavenged for food and he hid in the putrid shadows of existence - weary, hungry and sober. When you’ve lost everything, you can either fade and fold or you can burn, burn, burn, all madsad and perpetual, intent upon a single definable goal that becomes the very essence of your heartbeatings. Joe was not for fading and folding - not this time. He was for burning like you wouldn’t believe."


I am convinced that this will easily be my best book - I do believe I am improving!


I know what you mean though - I get that feeling with my own writing.



Do you write in a linear fashion, or do you write as inspiration dictates, or are they one and the same for you?


"The sun had arisen all rhubarb and custard, splayed across the fields like a surly whore who knew she was worth much more than all of this. The collared doves turned their collared necks in unison, regarding the young boy as he stood at the closed door of the shed. They watched as he knocked and when the door opened they took off into the air, one at a time as if tied together by an unseen rope, whirling and unfurling skywards before landing silently once again in the exact same place - as if they had never even moved at all. That’s how life is. That’s just exactly how life is.
Do the hip-shake baby. Do the hip-shake baby."

https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...

Chapter Eight is called "Shuddershakes in the Land of the Wow" - which kind of tells you where this book is heading...

You reminded me!