Hello everyone! Been absent for a little while as I was getting settled into my new home. I'm now living in the Highwood country on a ranch nestled beside the beautiful Highwood River. Has taken me a bit to get this whole thing battened down and make the move but waking up every morning to sound of the river flowing by is truly heaven on earth! This week though, I am doing a little diving on the west coast on the warship HMCS McKenzie. She was sunk as an artificial reef back in '95.
Going forward, and once I get home next weekend, I will be back tweeting, texting, writing and reading as my new life here takes hold. So thanks for hanging in there with me as I made this transition and I hope you find my little quips enjoyable. :)
This week I am An Avid Readers Haven, http://anavidreadershaven.blogspot.ca/ doing an interview so stop by and enter to win a chance for both Fools Gold and Silent Waters. They'll go fast so don't waist any time!
I'm looking forward to reconnecting with you all and thanks again for hanging in there with me as I start a new journey in my life. Be well and be happy...
Trip...
Showing posts with label Silent Waters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Silent Waters. Show all posts
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Sunday, 1 April 2012
"Fools Gold". A Bandit Creek Anthology
Hello Friends. Well today is the official release of the Bandit Creek Anthology, Fools Gold. This collection of short stories is a compilation of April Fools jokes; told through the eyes of the writers. Heartwarming and uplifting stories, it is sure to bring a smile to your faces. I hope you all pick up a copy and enjoy it. This is a great collection of stories from some of the very talented writers and friends.
My story where Rabbits Run Wild is about a very unique creature that is known to the people of the northern states and into the parries of Canada. I won't give it away to let you know what it is, but you have to ask yourself - is it fiction, or folklore? I'll leave that part up to you. As you travel through the pages discovering the elusive little critter, stop and ask yourself - have I have ever seen one? Maybe you have.
This little animal has lived in my heart all my life and I thoroughly enjoyed searching for them as a child in the southern prairies of Saskatchewan. Growing up, we would spend many a night under a full moon, snow shoeing across the snow covered hills around my Grandfathers farm searching for these elusive creatures. As I got older, I would travel with my Cooey .22 rifle in hopes of bagging one these prized animals. But alas, it was not to be. They are smarter than you think.
Here is my excerpt for my story:
"Not all Rabbits in the mountains of Bandit Creek are cute and cuddly in Bandit Creek. Some come with a warning label."
In addition to my story are the following by some great writers;
Fool For Love by: Louise Behiel.
A woman is dragged from a contented, happy marriage to a life on the run.
Never Count Your Chickens by: Victoria Chatham.
- Two boys play an April Fools joke on their employer.
Wishful Thinking by: Alyssa Palmer.
Cee-Cee tells Ruth about her past, but how truthful is is?
Airport Security by: Julie Rowe.
On her way home from her tour of duty in Afghanistan, Dr. Abigail Westward discovers it's not easy to leave her fellow soldiers or the memories of combat behind.
Baby Fever by: Sheila Seabrook.
Baby cribs and baby swings and a winking, blinking doll. Oh My!
Lucy's April Fools by: Brenda Sinclair.
Will this be George Jack's year to catch Lucy in an April Fools joke, or will his wife outsmart him again?
Hope you enjoy these light hearted tales. Have a great April Fools Day!
Trip...
My story where Rabbits Run Wild is about a very unique creature that is known to the people of the northern states and into the parries of Canada. I won't give it away to let you know what it is, but you have to ask yourself - is it fiction, or folklore? I'll leave that part up to you. As you travel through the pages discovering the elusive little critter, stop and ask yourself - have I have ever seen one? Maybe you have.
This little animal has lived in my heart all my life and I thoroughly enjoyed searching for them as a child in the southern prairies of Saskatchewan. Growing up, we would spend many a night under a full moon, snow shoeing across the snow covered hills around my Grandfathers farm searching for these elusive creatures. As I got older, I would travel with my Cooey .22 rifle in hopes of bagging one these prized animals. But alas, it was not to be. They are smarter than you think.
Here is my excerpt for my story:
"Not all Rabbits in the mountains of Bandit Creek are cute and cuddly in Bandit Creek. Some come with a warning label."
In addition to my story are the following by some great writers;
Fool For Love by: Louise Behiel.
A woman is dragged from a contented, happy marriage to a life on the run.
Never Count Your Chickens by: Victoria Chatham.
- Two boys play an April Fools joke on their employer.
Wishful Thinking by: Alyssa Palmer.
Cee-Cee tells Ruth about her past, but how truthful is is?
Airport Security by: Julie Rowe.
On her way home from her tour of duty in Afghanistan, Dr. Abigail Westward discovers it's not easy to leave her fellow soldiers or the memories of combat behind.
Baby Fever by: Sheila Seabrook.
Baby cribs and baby swings and a winking, blinking doll. Oh My!
Lucy's April Fools by: Brenda Sinclair.
Will this be George Jack's year to catch Lucy in an April Fools joke, or will his wife outsmart him again?
Hope you enjoy these light hearted tales. Have a great April Fools Day!
Trip...
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Reflections - By: Trip Williams
Over the years I find myself quite often reflecting on my past. Some may think this as a whimsical cerebral interlude or even trying to recapture one's glory days; but I think not. It closely resembles what I was eluding to in my previous post on Inspirations. I find inspiration in the reflections on my life! If you look in a shimmering pool of water, the reflection looking back is that of you. This is your immediate life. As you look to the edges, it becomes blurry. This is closely akin to your past. As time goes by, we forget things about where we came from, what we have done and in some cases - who we are. Those are the blurry edges of our lives. But, beneath the water is our memories. Suspended in time, it lingers - waiting. Waiting for you to retrieve them and reflect upon them; and that, is what I do.
At times these memories seem to find their own way home as the thoughts appear in my mind. Some random but most very deep memories filled with emotion. Good and bad. From these, I draw upon for my writing. From these, I find a new world.
Back in 1979, Iran took the american embassy hostage. While people watched from their living rooms, a different world was unfolding around them. A world that no one knew and would have been terrified to have really know. I was in the navy and when this crisis broke, the Canadian fleets pulled into harbor alongside the ammo storage facilities. There we offloaded our practice rounds and with our holds teeming with high explosion warheads, we set sail. We were now on second degree war time standby.
With the entire fleet at sea, American ships hailed us not by radio, but by signal lamp. Everyone was running silent. It was reminiscent of WWII. Demanding to know our identity, lamps flashed through the night as we passed by - patrolling the waters along our borders. Waiting. Waiting for orders.
One late night early into this tense patrol, I was standing watch on the starboard wing as lookout. Flying high above the rolling waves, I scanned the horizons watching for ships and debris in the water that may bring harm to my ship. As we cut through the oceans swells, the moon was full and the air warm. Cascading phosphorus sent shimmering displays of greens and blues splaying across the waves and behind the wake from of our destroyer.
Something caught my eye. Below the horizon something was wrong. Phosphorus trails were lighting up. Raising my binoculars, I focused on twin trails streaming through the waters on an intercept course with my ship. About twelve feet apart and with the left hand one leading the other, I watched intensely. These trails of color were traveling at high speed and unforgiving from their course.
Stepping back from the steel enclosure of the lookout wing I leaned against the open window to the bridge and called for the office of the watch. Pointing at the fast approaching wakes he raised his binoculars to see what had me backed up against the bridge. My mind was racing with only one thought - torpedoes!
Disappearing back in the dim lit bridge, the officer of the watch left me alone - alone to die. To suffer in silence the fiery ball of death I was certain would come. Knowing that my death was immanent and with no place to go, I walked to edge of the wing and watched as the two trails hit their mark. The phosphorus disappeared and as I held my breath, two explosions of water appeared near the bow. They were dolphins! I almost pissed myself! Christ, that scared the shit out of me! I know I laughed when I saw them but with that was a rush of emotions I find hard to explain even to this day. Death did truly come to great me that night and with his arm firmly around my shoulder, he lead me down that path into darkness. I know that bugger was laughing as he left my side. Trust me when I say that I have never watched porpoises or dolphins without thinking of that night.
So what is the point of my tale? Just that from that night, I have built countless tales. Ones of battle, of survival and ones even of romance. Think of the endless opportunities presented to me that night. Stories even yet to be told! Countless stories! These are the things in life that I reflect on. Whether it be from fear or from exhilaration - we can use these events to our advantage. I know I do. I will have to admit though, I have a sweet spot for romance and even out of the depths of terror, a little love can always be shinning through. Ahhww... but alas, that is a tale for yet another day. A tale of the young girl waiting for me back at home port. The one my mind flashed to moments before my death. The one who was not my fiance'e.
Trip...
At times these memories seem to find their own way home as the thoughts appear in my mind. Some random but most very deep memories filled with emotion. Good and bad. From these, I draw upon for my writing. From these, I find a new world.
Back in 1979, Iran took the american embassy hostage. While people watched from their living rooms, a different world was unfolding around them. A world that no one knew and would have been terrified to have really know. I was in the navy and when this crisis broke, the Canadian fleets pulled into harbor alongside the ammo storage facilities. There we offloaded our practice rounds and with our holds teeming with high explosion warheads, we set sail. We were now on second degree war time standby.
With the entire fleet at sea, American ships hailed us not by radio, but by signal lamp. Everyone was running silent. It was reminiscent of WWII. Demanding to know our identity, lamps flashed through the night as we passed by - patrolling the waters along our borders. Waiting. Waiting for orders.
One late night early into this tense patrol, I was standing watch on the starboard wing as lookout. Flying high above the rolling waves, I scanned the horizons watching for ships and debris in the water that may bring harm to my ship. As we cut through the oceans swells, the moon was full and the air warm. Cascading phosphorus sent shimmering displays of greens and blues splaying across the waves and behind the wake from of our destroyer.
Something caught my eye. Below the horizon something was wrong. Phosphorus trails were lighting up. Raising my binoculars, I focused on twin trails streaming through the waters on an intercept course with my ship. About twelve feet apart and with the left hand one leading the other, I watched intensely. These trails of color were traveling at high speed and unforgiving from their course.
Stepping back from the steel enclosure of the lookout wing I leaned against the open window to the bridge and called for the office of the watch. Pointing at the fast approaching wakes he raised his binoculars to see what had me backed up against the bridge. My mind was racing with only one thought - torpedoes!
Disappearing back in the dim lit bridge, the officer of the watch left me alone - alone to die. To suffer in silence the fiery ball of death I was certain would come. Knowing that my death was immanent and with no place to go, I walked to edge of the wing and watched as the two trails hit their mark. The phosphorus disappeared and as I held my breath, two explosions of water appeared near the bow. They were dolphins! I almost pissed myself! Christ, that scared the shit out of me! I know I laughed when I saw them but with that was a rush of emotions I find hard to explain even to this day. Death did truly come to great me that night and with his arm firmly around my shoulder, he lead me down that path into darkness. I know that bugger was laughing as he left my side. Trust me when I say that I have never watched porpoises or dolphins without thinking of that night.
So what is the point of my tale? Just that from that night, I have built countless tales. Ones of battle, of survival and ones even of romance. Think of the endless opportunities presented to me that night. Stories even yet to be told! Countless stories! These are the things in life that I reflect on. Whether it be from fear or from exhilaration - we can use these events to our advantage. I know I do. I will have to admit though, I have a sweet spot for romance and even out of the depths of terror, a little love can always be shinning through. Ahhww... but alas, that is a tale for yet another day. A tale of the young girl waiting for me back at home port. The one my mind flashed to moments before my death. The one who was not my fiance'e.
Trip...
Monday, 6 February 2012
Silent Waters...
I am still amazed at how fortunate I feel, to be able to be able to be a part of this amazing stable of talented authors who make up the Bandit Creek Books series. This unique series has become an adventure; only akin to something closer to one of those things in life that is a true turning point. At least in my life! Sounds kind of over the top, but you would have to meet these girls I think, to see the magic that happens when we all get together. Okay... I admit, they are my harem and I do closely protect these beauties but after all, I am their token male! Lol.
So what really is this Bandit Creek thing? Well, to put it bluntly, Bandit Creek Books is a collection of novellas that span the genre horizon with tales from Romance, to mysteries, to paranormal, to gay and lesbian love and of course - thrillers. I don't think there isn't anything that we don't cover in our humble little group. Embedded into the mystical town of Bandit Creek; located in the heart of Missoula Montana, Carla Roma has created - well, the perfect town! If you haven't already stopped by, make sure you do and see what is offered for your enjoyment. So join the crew at www.banditcreekbooks.com and find out why you may not want to miss out.
Right now we are featuring the 30 Days of Secrets. This is an unprecedented look into the secret lives of authors as they tell some of their most intimate and closely guarded secrets. Seriously! I'm not exaggerating! Take a look and you'll see. If you subscribe to the Bandit Creek Gazette, you'll also be able to keep up to date with all the BC events.
So... what is Silent Waters?? Actually, I don't believe I can tell you! Hmmm... Nasty I know, but I think it's because I signed some kind of contract about secrecy. You know, can't spill the beans. Okay... here is something for you to nibble on but don't tell Carla! Silent Waters is a suspense thriller about a man Named Jake McCord who happens to keep finding women - dead ones that is! Wouldn't be so bad if people knew who they were; they might even pay a bit more attention! But of course - as the bodies stack up, so do the stakes.
I have to forewarn you that this July 1st release will be having a 5 Bandit Rating! When you check out our site, you will see that this is for the serious readers who aren't faint of heart. I'm sorry, it's not meant to be a feel good and cuddle by the fire with your lover type of story. I can't wait to share this story with you but alas - we ALL have to wait! Arghhhh.... I'll be posting my cover this Wednesday for you all to see. Oh yeah! Here is something that I can share with you!
Some of you might not know this, but my cover model is a very dear friend of mine. She is my hair stylist and Colleen is in fact the same girl featured in my story and she does work at Bombshell's! Okay... there I go again! Yeah, Bombshells Beauty Bar is a real place and is in this book. This salon is located in Calgary Alberta and it is loaded with a fine collection of real beauties! Then, there is Colleen... Hmmm, she does make a man take pause. I absolutely adore this young lass but, true to her nature, she is a girl that seems to find herself in well, let's say unusual circumstances?
For now, I'll have to leave you only this little snippet for my Silent Waters release. That is of course, unless I can convince Carla Roma to let me tantalize you all just a bit more. Here's hoping! Be safe friends and most of all, be well and happy. This is not our only kick at the can but why not take the time to enjoy this ride? After all... you picked it!
Trip...
So what really is this Bandit Creek thing? Well, to put it bluntly, Bandit Creek Books is a collection of novellas that span the genre horizon with tales from Romance, to mysteries, to paranormal, to gay and lesbian love and of course - thrillers. I don't think there isn't anything that we don't cover in our humble little group. Embedded into the mystical town of Bandit Creek; located in the heart of Missoula Montana, Carla Roma has created - well, the perfect town! If you haven't already stopped by, make sure you do and see what is offered for your enjoyment. So join the crew at www.banditcreekbooks.com and find out why you may not want to miss out.
Right now we are featuring the 30 Days of Secrets. This is an unprecedented look into the secret lives of authors as they tell some of their most intimate and closely guarded secrets. Seriously! I'm not exaggerating! Take a look and you'll see. If you subscribe to the Bandit Creek Gazette, you'll also be able to keep up to date with all the BC events.
So... what is Silent Waters?? Actually, I don't believe I can tell you! Hmmm... Nasty I know, but I think it's because I signed some kind of contract about secrecy. You know, can't spill the beans. Okay... here is something for you to nibble on but don't tell Carla! Silent Waters is a suspense thriller about a man Named Jake McCord who happens to keep finding women - dead ones that is! Wouldn't be so bad if people knew who they were; they might even pay a bit more attention! But of course - as the bodies stack up, so do the stakes.
I have to forewarn you that this July 1st release will be having a 5 Bandit Rating! When you check out our site, you will see that this is for the serious readers who aren't faint of heart. I'm sorry, it's not meant to be a feel good and cuddle by the fire with your lover type of story. I can't wait to share this story with you but alas - we ALL have to wait! Arghhhh.... I'll be posting my cover this Wednesday for you all to see. Oh yeah! Here is something that I can share with you!
Some of you might not know this, but my cover model is a very dear friend of mine. She is my hair stylist and Colleen is in fact the same girl featured in my story and she does work at Bombshell's! Okay... there I go again! Yeah, Bombshells Beauty Bar is a real place and is in this book. This salon is located in Calgary Alberta and it is loaded with a fine collection of real beauties! Then, there is Colleen... Hmmm, she does make a man take pause. I absolutely adore this young lass but, true to her nature, she is a girl that seems to find herself in well, let's say unusual circumstances?
For now, I'll have to leave you only this little snippet for my Silent Waters release. That is of course, unless I can convince Carla Roma to let me tantalize you all just a bit more. Here's hoping! Be safe friends and most of all, be well and happy. This is not our only kick at the can but why not take the time to enjoy this ride? After all... you picked it!
Trip...
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Welcome to my blog!
Welcome everyone to the brand new blog of Trip Williams! I guess that would be me. :-) I have been doing a lot of thinking about what I should, or may want to, blog about. After all, this is really a conversation between you and me. That said, I think that I will be starting off with letting you folks learn a little about me!
So often, I hear people saying that you need to keep your life quiet - don't say anything about who you are. For me, I would rather that we get to know each other just a little bit. Even though this is a little one sided, I sure don't mind sharing some of my life with you. I figure it this way; if you get to know me better, you will understand my writing just a titch bit more and maybe, just maybe..., relate a bit to what I'm saying. Sound fair enough?
I plan to be blogging about twice a week and yeah, I won't always be boring you with the minuscule things that I find hilarious, but you may not. I'll be doing guest blogs, posts from things that I feel are interesting and so forth. I will try my best to NOT bore you or get engaged in any religion or politics. Even though I can be very politically motivated and yes... quite opinionated at times. But THAT is just me being me!
So, welcome aboard and I hope you drop by, leave comments and have a good time!
Cheers!
Trip...
So often, I hear people saying that you need to keep your life quiet - don't say anything about who you are. For me, I would rather that we get to know each other just a little bit. Even though this is a little one sided, I sure don't mind sharing some of my life with you. I figure it this way; if you get to know me better, you will understand my writing just a titch bit more and maybe, just maybe..., relate a bit to what I'm saying. Sound fair enough?
I plan to be blogging about twice a week and yeah, I won't always be boring you with the minuscule things that I find hilarious, but you may not. I'll be doing guest blogs, posts from things that I feel are interesting and so forth. I will try my best to NOT bore you or get engaged in any religion or politics. Even though I can be very politically motivated and yes... quite opinionated at times. But THAT is just me being me!
So, welcome aboard and I hope you drop by, leave comments and have a good time!
Cheers!
Trip...
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