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My competition is open to everyone everywhere, the only criteria is that their answer should make me laugh. If I laugh, you win a copy of the book.
Read on to discover what you have to do ….
The hero of my latest book, For One Night Only, is a rugged, sexy archaeologist working in Sicily. To write Dr Hugh Calthorpe, I had to delve into my past to the time when I nearly became an archaeologist, but didnâ€™t. I can pinpoint the experience that fired my ambition to be an archaeologist and I share it below.
What did you nearly become and can you remember what inspired you to follow that path? This is the question you must answer to win … so go on, amuse me!
When I was about seven my family moved to a new house and out the back of this house I found a sandpit, and in this sandpit I had some of the most intense and inspiring moments of my life. Almost as soon as the moving trucks were unpacked I located my digging equipment and set off for the sandpit, clad in raincoat and rain hat. I dug around, as you do, and almost as soon as I turned over my first trowel full of sand I found a plastic lion.
What a remarkable find! I rushed to the kitchen to show my mother and then, every day after school, I grabbed my spade and dug some more. What magic pit had I stumbled upon? (Kids were much less sophisticated in those days).
Over the next few weeks I think I excavated a whole set of African jungle animals. My gain was some other child’s loss but the desire to dig for treasure was born. Add a few Tin Tin books and old Curse of the Mummy movies and I knew what I had to do. I HAD to be an archaeologist!
I carried this certainty with me to the University of Sydney which I attended straight after school. I enrolled in Archaeology and Prehistoric Anthropology and trotted along on enrolment day to choose my subjects. But I found it confusing. There was no Discovering Ancient Temples in Forgotten Jungles listed in the subject choices. Had somebody left that one off?
I soon learned there was a mountain of dreariness to climb before getting to the juicy stuff â€“ Neolithic wheat species, how to make a stone tool and even more Neolithic fossilized grain studies. I completed the degree but I learned that real life never lives up to the imaginative life. And there was a maturity thing happening too.
So from archaeology itâ€™s not a huge leap to art and museum studies, so leap I did, then slithered into writing and je ne regret rien.
What exotic road did you not take?
- Virtual Champagne and Real Gratitude
- A Pearl of the Mediterranean