I have been amused in recent months, ever since The Smuggler’s Curse was published that reviewers have been using the word ‘swashbuckling’ about me. Nothing could be further from the truth as I’m such a gentle soul, though, in my head, there are all sorts of swashbuckling scenes going on. It’s like living in my own private movie, with cannon firing, endless sword fights, pirates swinging from yardarms while all accompanied by scores of dramatic soundtracks from loads of old movies I’ve seen.
One problem I have is getting all this dramatic stuff down on paper while still making it sound exciting. The other is talking about it to groups of people who have read the book, like is this case at Koorliny Arts Centre, Kwinana, on Wednesday March 29th.
I have no idea how many people will be attending, as it can be a bit of a hike south, but even if you’ve heard all my jokes before, I gather that the centre is really good and food provided by Monique Mulligan, the organiser and interviewer, is well worth the journey, and I know she’ll be right on the ball with her Inquisition, thumbscrews and torture rack extracting every detail and entrail from me . See you there? I sure hope so.