Sunday, 14 April 2013

12. Our ANZAC's

Is everyone recovering from the chocolate / sugar rush? I’m not quite sure I’m over the craving yet but I’m working on it (albeit very slowly.) At any rate, I hope all who celebrate Easter, whether you partook in the religious significance or otherwise, enjoyed time well spent with your loved ones.

April is a significant month for Australia and New Zealand and I’m feeling very patriotic for the occasion. On the 25th, we honour our ANZAC’s. For those who don’t know, ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. This date marks the anniversary of the landing of troops from Australia and New Zealand on the Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey, in World War I in 1915. On this day, we remember the bravery of those who participated in this campaign as well as the lives of those who died in all military actions.

With most of Europe at war in 1915, Russian troops fought against Germany and the Ottoman and Austro -Hungarian empires in occupied Turkey. At dawn on April 25, 1915, forces from France, Great Britain and the British Empire, including Australia and New Zealand, landed at various locations on the Gallipoli peninsula to forge new fronts for the Allied forces and establish a trade route to Russia.

Many lives were lost from both sides in the ensuing battle and the campaign was unsuccessful. The last ANZAC forces withdrew from the Gallipoli Peninsula by December 20, 1915, in a successful operation with very few casualties. In spite of their losses, the ANZAC servicemen and many Australians and New Zealanders believe this battle to be the beginnings of the ANZAC spirit. The camaraderie between those troops despite their dire situation is an integral part of what we honour to this very day.

It is wonderful to see that such a significant date in our history inspired one of our Aussie writers to create a beautiful story. Jenny Schwartz’s latest creation – Memories of Love – was released on April 1st from Escape Publishing. Here’s the blurb taken (with permission) from Ms Schwartz’s website - 

In a style reminiscent of Robyn Carr, an intensely emotional story about taking chances and risking your heart.

When her family home burns down, it’s the final heartbreak for Rita Jorden who has already lost her parents. Her boss, former SAS captain and head of Tamerlane Security, Ivan Novak, steps in, offering her his home and his help. But Ivan has his own demons, and although he’s interested in Rita, there’s darkness in his past that could cause her harm. Thrown together into a situation that’s too close for comfort, this story can only end in one of two ways: in the destruction of Rita’s dreams of love — or the gift of healing and hope to two damaged survivors.

13,000 words

‘Memories of Love’ is available from Escape Publishing from 1 April, and currently available for pre-order on Amazon. Review copies are available from NetGalley.


“We’ll contain the fire, but we can’t save your house.”

Rita nodded. Part of her had been mourning it since she stumbled out of bed. There would be no recovering from this. Her mobile rang and she blinked to realise she still held it.

It was instinct to answer.

“Rita, I need you to come into the office. An emergency.” Ivan Novak, her boss, owner and chief executive officer of Tamerlane Security.

Late night calls were always emergencies.

Rita cleared her throat, feeling the harsh pain of the smoke she’d swallowed. “Ivan.”

“Did I wake you?” A touch of amusement lightened his voice. “You sound croaky.”

“My house is on fire.”


Heads turned as his voice exploded from the mobile.

Enjoy! :)

As for me, studiously thumbing through ‘how to’ books and having the kids home for school holidays has certainly kept me busy. It’s easy to picture how engrossed one can become in these books to the point where one does nothing but take notes on how to write without getting any actual writing done.

The kids go back to school tomorrow so in between typing my copious notes, I look forward to applying some of my acquired skills on a new story about which I am very excited. The characters have been most insistent to the point where it’s pointless to plead with them to let me sleep for just five more minutes.

Admittedly, that may also have been my children shaking my arm at some ungodly hour of the morning to get out of bed and make them breakfast but it’s hard to be certain. What I can be certain of though is that come tomorrow; my (holiday) early risers will sleep through their alarms and grudgingly stomp toward the breakfast table in the same manner that I’ve been greeting them for the past two weeks. It won’t be pretty but I’ll be back in my writing nook soon enough. :)