Titan Elite (Demigods #2)

by Kolleen Fraser


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Photo: Memories by Megane Callewaert. CC BY 2.0

It’s not quite the end of all things, but it is the end of the year. And what a year it has been.

It’s the year I started this blog.

From humble beginnings of 3 followers, and lots of worry of what I should write, I made it through the year never missing a Wednesday posting. I’ve made a heap of new friends. Some who have connected on Twitter and/or Facebook. Some have become e-mail pen friends. It has been an amazing experience.

It’s also the year that I published my first book.


What a ride that has been. There is absolutely nothing more daunting than jumping in feet first and trying to market/promote a book when you’ve never done a single thing like it before in your life. But I’ve, again, met wonderful people along the way. ‘Indie’ authors who have no qualms or hesitations in giving advice and encouragement. I’ve experienced the wonder of readers who find me on Facebook to say ‘hi’ and tell me they’ve enjoyed reading Shattered. It’s been a rollercoaster of ‘wow, this is so amazing’ and ‘oh heck, what the dickens am I doing’. But it’s not been boring.Read More »

When a Stationary House…Moves; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 11

Day 11 – Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences.

I grew up in a shop.

Well, a converted shop.

Most of my childhood was in a house that was always moving. The building stayed put…something to do with the cement foundations anchoring it in place…but my parents were always renovating. The shop with attached ‘cottage’ went through so many changes, that while I can clearly remember several of the stages, I can not remember where it actually was the year I was twelve.

Technically it was a split-level house, but it had two little alcoves on the way down the stairs. One alcove came off the third step down. That was the laundry. The other alcove came off the seventh step down. It was a tiny storage room most of the time. At one point it had my step-father’s home brewery in there before that moved out to the shed.Read More »

Food, Glorious…Coffee?; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 10

Day 10 – Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory. Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.

Obviously I ate as a child. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. However food doesn’t inspire strong emotional memories. I don’t remember a particular treat and I don’t have a ‘favourite’ meal.

I have foods that I like and foods I wouldn’t touch again with a barge pole.
Then there’s chocolate, but that’s a whole other story.

Growing up in more tropic climates and living in ‘the land down under’ means that December is in summer.
No ‘White Christmas’ for this little black duck.
Christmas was seafood and stone fruits.
It didn’t start off that way. We always had the traditional English Christmas. Hot meats and stodgy puddings.
The year that my Grandma died, the family Christmas was held at our house and that was the first Christmas with the seafood, stone fruits, salads, cold cut meats, followed by ice cream, melons, custards and jellies for dessert.
The next year my Uncle and Aunt followed my mum’s lead and the next year the next round of Uncle and Aunts did the same, and the next year and the next year and the next….well, you get the drift.Read More »

A Square of White; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 5

Day 5 – You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

I am here.

The journey was finally over. It only made me sad.

Unfolding the well worn page I looked down at the note the clerk had given me. Still a few rows to go.

It was amazing how much life changes in a single action. I had been watching my husband and the antique shop owner lever my new antique writing desk into the back of our ute when the pale square had fluttered to the gutter. Neither man noticed. I did.Read More »

Location, Location, Location; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 2

Day 2 – If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

When I read this challenge I didn’t have to think long on where I would be right now. I’m not sure if it’s the actual place that holds me, or the experience which went with it.

One of the best experiences in the world for me is live theatre. There is just something magical about it. The lights, sounds, costumes, atmosphere, ambiance, the hush of the audience, the cacophony of the orchestra tuning (in the musical theatre – of course). Then there is the rush of the first line that pulls you in, enfolds you and keeps you until you forget you are in an audience with hundreds. Suddenly it is only you and the characters on stage. There is life there, a heartbeat, a pulse-rushing-face-flushing euphoria that is unlike anything else. It is short lived but powerful.Read More »