Although I knew December’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group post was speeding closer, I forced myself to focus on completing November’s priorities first. So, this month’s question had me stumped… out with no runs. But I’ve jumped ahead and need to back up to address my writing intentions.
Last month, I said my Snowdon Shadows police procedural, Fevered Fuse, was shelved, but some kind writers offered to critique a few chapters for me, as that decision was preying on my mind. They helped me devise a strategy for the series… well, for the first two books, in chronological order. Naturally, my heart is still in Wales.
‘Fevered Fuse’ needs work before it is publishable, unless I release it in serial form to fans of Sparkle Anwyl, its quirky lesbian detective. One issue could be that the novel attempted to incorporate Sparkle’s early cases and her earlier teenage conflicts.
‘Fates Maelstrom’, the second book in the series, is my priority and a better use of my final time here, if I avoid all the pitfalls that plague ‘Fevered Fuse’.
The two other titles, No. 3, Seeking a Knife, and No.4, ‘Ruined Retreat’, will remain as drafts to revise if an earlier title encourages readers to demand more of Sparkle.
As for my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights, our Ninja Captain was correct in saying, “I know you are passionate about Ukraine. Keep after that story. Don’t let people forget”. The people of Ukraine are why I keep writing. I’m now attempting to write enough episodes to cover two earlier months every current month. Hence, in November, I covered events that took place between April 1st and May 30th, 2025.
Slava Ukraini
Heroiam slava!
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December 3 question – As a writer, what was one of the coolest/best gifts you ever received?
My first thought was, “I’m stumped, or I’m floored”, since nothing came to mind.
Then, like last month, I remembered “A Sailor’s Life for me”. Aged about eleven, I wrote an essay on ‘A Day in the Life of a Navy Helicopter pilot’, which was among the winners of a memorable three days with the Royal Navy. All the prize-winners went to Portsmouth, toured HMS Victory, visited the Fleet Air Arm’s HMS Ariel, went inside a docked submarine at HMS Dolphin, and travelled on the guided missile destroyer, HMS Devonshire, along the South Coast from Portsmouth to Devonport. Of course, I didn’t join the Royal Navy, as my career took a different path, as I covered last month.
HMS Victory in drydock at Portsmouth Historic Dockyard. Date: 9 May 2008 (according to Exif data). Source/Author: Ballista
However, prizes aren’t gifts, and that means thinking of one that gets me off the floor…
Maybe a tape recorder. Recently, my wife, Juanita, bought me a recorder so I could tape crazy thoughts at night or when my laptop was asleep. Great gift and better than the high-tech digital one that was too small for my fingers in the dark. The only problem is when Juanita asks who I’m talking to. Perhaps creating an acronym, as my detective Sparkle Anwyl does, is my most accessible mnemonic device.
Looking at my desk reminds me of other cool gifts: the decorated notebooks that friends and family have given me over the years… some too attractive for my scrawl.
There are sure to be cooler gifts, but they’ve evaded recall.
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Episode 45 of Freedom Flights is set in May 2025 and will be released in two parts, as I edit them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next part.
A crucial point for some readers, football = soccer, not American Football, as you will realise, especially given my characters’ nationalities. As well. There are references to a key football scene in Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 2, as it impacts events.
I have also made a POV change in this episode. I realised that almost all the modern Freedom Flights episodes are in a 3rd Person Omniscient POV, whereas the Night Witches origin story was written in a single 3rd Person Limited POV, and the Chayka Air creation chapters I’ve written each scene in a 3rd Person Limited POV. The latter is what I’ve attempted to use this time, with some male POVs for a change.
I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to focus on just a few RL incidents from a specific month, along with character and squadron development.
Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached and rebuilding begins, I will continue to write more episodes. Perhaps after that, I can finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the Chayka Family and Chayka Air, their aviation business based in Canada.
We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite unexpected interruptions. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
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Episode 45. Underground Advances. Part 2. O Jogo Bonito.
Dmytro Kovalchuk had woken briefly to register the naked blonde slipping out of the bed. Now, she was flat on her back, a bare leg stretching against a crutch. Nearby, her prosthetic leg was lying safely on a bench.
“You slipped out hours ago, Polina. Have you been exercising out here while I slept?”
“Not quite. Marusya and I flew our Tiger to a safe dispersal site. Then, we raced back, but you were so cute sleeping, I came out here alone.”
Before they could josh around more, Cauã and Nilda jogged over to the arena, and he inspected it.
“Good pitch. Right size too. Intended?”
“It was our K9 training area,” said Polina. “Until Dmytro suggested placing the obstacles outside to create an outer ring. A step towards a real sports complex.”
Nilda raised her hand, translating for Cauã.
“You’ll quickly learn what he understands,” said Dmytro. “Football is our common lingo.”
Cauã grinned, holding up his thumb.
“Now I must see what your star can do.”
Polina stood and, using just one crutch, dribbled one ball accurately through a line of cones.
“Excellent. Only one crutch, not two. Skillful.”
“That’s my Polina. Sad her bicycle kick needs her prosthesis.”
“Not anymore. Ball, please.”
She let Dmytro flick it to her, dropped the crutch, and leapt backwards into the air using her normal leg to strike the ball with force and precision.
“A Brazilian skill. Fearless and agile,” said Cauã. “But how?”
“Secret training and a few falls,” said Polina.
*
“Our coach believes in you,” said Dmytro, as they lay in the arena looking at the night sky. “I want you here, my treasure. Naked, blessing this ground.”
Polina slid out of everything and onto his waiting body.
“Quieter this time,” she moaned. Or the dogs will hear us.”
**
Thursday, May 8th – Sanctuary, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Lóránt Bátori finished making additions to the assessments from Janina Patriksson’s team, then gazed at the captivating woman who had turned his life upside down… in the best way possible. Maybe when today’s priorities were resolved, they could sneak somewhere private, and…
“Dreaming of possibilities?” asked Janina. “Tell me more.”
For a moment, Lóránt considered his options, but erred towards priorities.
“This building was designed to withstand the loads it would be subjected to as a terminal, but not to endure an aerial attack. We can expand the space safely as you planned. However, I’ve proposed some modifications that require materials not typically used in this type of structure.”
He slid the adjusted assessment across the table to Janina.
“By unusual materials, I presume you mean ones usually found in aircraft manufacture. We may have some here, but short of cannibalising our existing airframes, we’ll have to turn elsewhere.”
“Or increase existing load-bearing structures considerably,” replied Lóránt. “If you want to sleep on it… I’ll help.”
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Sunday, May 11th – Viktor Bannikov Training Complex, Kyiv, Ukraine
Tetiana Matsyshena plays for Kyiv’s Burevi. Photograph: Anastasia Vlasova/The Guardian
Dmytro led Polina and his teammates to the stands, where Cauã was waiting with Nilda and their other friends, including Isla Clacher with Kenina.
‘Good timing. The Crusaders from Lutsk can win this First League final,” said Cauã. “Did you arrange our demonstration, Dmytro?”
“Of course. After this match, but on another pitch.”
“There are other amputee women here,” added Polina. “Both inspiring and tragic to see… and children too.”
Nilda, now his constant companion, translated for Cauã, even though his nods suggested he understood.
“Too many innocents,” he replied. “This game makes a better future.”
Everyone agreed. Dmytro knew all the team had an immediate purpose, but making drones wasn’t a future. But as a community with a shared struggle, maybe there was something to build on.
By the final whistle, FK Khrestonostsi, the Crusaders, outplayed the Kharkiv-Dnipro side Nezlamni 3-0, winning the First League.
“They’ll lift the trophy at the Awards Ceremony,” said Dmytro. “After the Super League match, but first we’ve got to leave for our demonstration.”
He led the team and their supporters to where another side, which intended to join the growing leagues, was showing their skills.
“Another mixed side,” said Polina. “With some talented players, especially that young woman. Makes me nervous.”
“Why?” asked Cauã. “Your play is assombroso.” He looked to Nilda.
“He means, ‘amazing’. I agree, since top Portuguese players are assombroso.”
Polina blushed, and Dmytro hugged her.
“When you finish,” said Cauã. “Prove me right.”
As the other team came off, Dmytro led his team on, and they ran through their moves. Dribbling balls, neat passing patterns, intuitive flicks, swift breaks, feigned shots on goal, and their goalkeeper blocking well-placed balls.
With their allotted time running down, Cauã shouted for their set-piece… four defending and three attacking.
Although rehearsed, the defenders were unsure when Polina would strike or who would make the flick pass. The first run was a feint by Leonid, with Polina dropping her crutch, distracting the defenders, so Dmytro could attempt to score.
Then Dmytro feinted, but Leonid flicked the ball, and Polina dropped the crutch again. While the defenders were confused, she backflipped, and her bicycle kick propelled the ball past the goalkeeper.
International friendly football match between the Sweden women’s national team and the Germany women’s national under-19 team. March 3, 2007, in La Manga, Spain. The player in yellow performing the bicycle kick is believed to be Swedish player Caroline Seger. Photo: Associated Press (AP) photographer Marcio Jose Sanchez.
Spectators were stunned, then broke into applause as Cauã shouted, ”Ukrainian style. O jogo bonito.”
The entire team was surrounded, especially Polina.
“You know, some referees call that a foul,” said a photographer. “Not me, that made an amazing picture.”
“Impressive. I’m Taisiya Martynyuk, and my K9 is Tryzub,” said the young blonde woman, whom Polina had been impressed with earlier. “Can you do that every time?”
Dmytro, proud of Polina, had to answer.
“Every time now she’s perfected her new approach… without a prosthesis.”
“I had to change when I learnt the rules,” said Polina, admiring Tryzub. “Same when I lost my leg, I had to adapt to using my prosthesis. One of life’s many challenges.”
“Says my girl who learnt to fly a combat helicopter.”
The blonde looked at Polina with amazement, then asked, “Hasn’t your leg grounded you? Our wounds can… change us.”
Dmytro knew he’d drawn more attention as others listened too. So, he tried to sidetrack.
“We’re all trying to do our bit for the war effort… like building drones.”
Dmytro luckily noticed Isla Clacher and Kenina were now distracting Taisiya.
He led the team back to the main ground, arriving as cheering erupted when Pokrova beat Shakhtar in the Super League, triggering celebrations. Then everyone stood to sing the National Anthem.
As everyone prepared for the Trophy Presentations, Taisiya approached Polina and quietly asked who her unusual team was.
FK Khrestonostsi (Crusaders) lift their trophy. Photograph: Anastasia Vlasova/The Guardian
“They were a team from Kyiv, but since signing me, they became part of the base’s family, where my squadron flies from.”
“Are you the only amputee there?”
“I have a fighter-pilot sister with an arm prosthesis.”
“A sister injured with you?” asked Taisiya, voice shaking.
Polina wondered what the reaction meant. But responded, “We’re actually a squadron of women-“
“The Night Witches,” said Dmytro.
Cauã added, “Our team needs women with style. Join, please.”
“Our K9 squad would welcome you too,” said Isla.
Before Taisiya could answer, an air-raid siren interrupted the peace.
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Monday, May 19th – Arena, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Isla Clacher watched as Kenina sped around the obstacle course outside the football pitch. Her fellow K9 handlers cheered as the German Shepherd cleared the final wall.
Isla’s radio beeped, and she answered, nodding. Moments later, a camouflaged 4×4 swung through the base’s entrance.
The vehicle stopped beside her, and Taisiya Martynyuk climbed out, with Tryzub.
“Fellow Night Owls and K9 handlers, meet our newest recruit and experienced vet, whom I told you about. She can tell you more.”
Aldona Jagoda came over, comparing the size of her Belgian Malinois, Taika, to Taisiya’s Tryzub.
“Yours is the largest Shepherd I’ve seen. Is he a VEO? Was he hard to train?”
“Tryzub is an East European Shepherd, but I didn’t train him initially. He trained me.” Everyone laughed before she added, “My partner and I were near the front rescuing abandoned dogs, when a Russian bombardment destroyed the house we were searching inside. Lyuba was killed instantly…” She paused, closing her eyes.
Isla could see Lyuba had been precious, so she let Taisiya continue when ready.
“I was trapped under rubble, but an injured dog crawled to me. Helped me survive until we were pulled out. I lost my leg and my sister, but Tryzub found me. A neighbour said his owner was killed in the fighting. Since then, we’ve healed and trained together.”
Isla guessed they’d be wrong to pry deeper. Instead, she introduced the K9 team.
“Great to meet you all, and over time we’ll learn more,” replied Taisiya. “Now, my 4×4 is full of veterinary resources, which I’ll put in whatever you use as a veterinary clinic.”
**
Monday, May 26th – Sanctuary, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Dmytro, Cauã, and Lóránt were studying the new screen on a wall in the Sanctuary’s relaxation area.
“Does this show where every aircraft is?” Dmytro asked Conchita and Marielle. “After the massive raids over the weekend, we wondered why so few came back here.”
The two Dispersal officers nodded.
“Pretty much,” said Marielle. “Every craft or flight has a call sign, and most are at our twelve Dispersed locations or here.”
“Except for Golf and Hotel, which are in Kyiv,” said Lóránt. “Working or waiting for orders?”
“On medevac duties after the devastation,” replied Conchita. “Mercifully, Vasy and Kalyna had the system operational before then, as the squadron was all scrambled. So, we had a better idea where everything was.”
“Then we could allocate landing locations quicker, with the correct maintainers,” added Marielle. “We’ll need to make a few improvements and additions.”
“Like a means for keeping track of your husband,” joked her friend. “Which reminds me, Aaron needs to update me on his drone assignment near the front.”
Dmytro stood and looked to where his colleagues were working. “That also reminds me I ought to ensure that our drone order gets finished today. Not as urgent as the special task a few months ago.”
Cauã winked. “Was that the one my guard hurried me away from?”
“Probably a Special Forces guy code-named Medler, hinted at an operation to shake Russia.”
“Medler? Sounds like Ruslan Medved,” said Conchita. “His sister, Tamila, is a Witch in Blue Flight. After this weekend, Ukraine needs something to hit back.”
“At least our allies have finally agreed we can use long-range missiles,” replied Dmytro. “Tragic it took the largest Russian attack in three years, and so much destruction and trauma to reach that crucial decision.”
*
Lóránt was relieved when Janina came into the Sanctuary with some maintainers. She collapsed onto the couch beside him, exhausted.
“More damaged aircraft?” he asked. “From the attacks?”
She shook her head.
“Almost none. But keeping some of these birds flying takes a lot of love and attention. Have you been assessing our progress?”
“Once we checked the new flight screens. The extra accommodation areas are working, so we won’t be so cramped upstairs. There are some additional projects we might need to tackle as required.”
“Once this becomes a safe haven for families, we’ll discover more. A creche might happen sooner than when Conchita and Marielle give birth.”
“The gym upgrade has become a priority… now we’ve attracted a football team.”
“That’s been around for longer than you think.”
Some chairs over, Dmytro was reminiscing.
“Last June, Polina’s bicycle kick goal won the match between the Tigresses and the Witches at Dęblin Sports Stadium.”
The Dęblin “School of Eaglets” opened its modern sports facility in May 2021: Photo facebook.com/lawdeblin
“With her prosthesis?” asked Cauã. “Meaning they have two teams.”
Dmytro shrugged, then smiled as Polina walked across the room with Marusya Dudziarz.
“Great to have you both back.” He embraced Polina and mentioned Cauã’s query.
“Not since we left Dęblin, but we have kickabouts.”
“But now there’s an arena,” said Marusya. “Plus, multiple coaches. Don’t forget Cecilija Lusk played semi-professional in Canada.”
Noticing the footballers, Taisiya came over with Tryzub and, seeing Olha Tkachuk, Polina waved her over.
“Also, Olha has agreed to be the amputee women’s team’s goalie. But I pray future members are already playing”
“Amen to that, wouldn’t wish our injuries on anyone,” said Taisiya. “Nor what Tryzub went through. I’m praying the augmented vet clinic only treats minor mishaps to the K9 squad.”
Episode 45 of Freedom Flights is set in May 2025 and will be released in two parts, as I post them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next part.
A crucial point for some readers, Football = soccer, not American Football, as you will realise, especially given my characters’ nationalities. Also. There are references to a key football scene in Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 2, as it impacts events.
I have also made a POV change in this episode. I realised that almost all the modern Freedom Flights episodes are in a 3rd Person Omniscient POV, whereas the Night Witches origin story was written in a single 3rd Person Limited POV, and the Chayka Air creation chapters I’ve written each scene in a 3rd Person Limited POV. The latter is what I’ve attempted to use this time, with some male POVs for a change.
I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to focus on just a few RL incidents from a specific month, along with character and squadron development.
Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached and rebuilding begins, I will continue to write more episodes. Perhaps after that, I can finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the Chayka Family and Chayka Air, their aviation business based in Canada.
We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite unexpected interruptions. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
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Episode 45. Underground Advances. Part 1. Stress Dynamics.
2025
Saturday, May 3rd – Sanctuary, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Chief Warrant Officer Janina Patriksson smiled and nodded at her Assessment Team seated in their temporary office on the lowest level of the terminal building. Then she turned to Sanctuary’s inspiration, Major Vasy Chayka, and handed her a data stick.
“These are our observations and suggestions. As you suspected yesterday, the original designers claimed this area could withstand a plane crashing into the terminal, and the ceilings should support considerable debris falling from the upper floors.”
Vasy inserted the drive into her laptop, and she studied the report.
“I note the side corridors and unused spaces could become bombproof rooms, too.”
“Some of the dividing walls are not load-bearing, while others could be strengthened, although we need to triple-check our calculations. However, we can proceed with some of the expansion, albeit the aircraft work remains our priority.”
“Impressive work, team. I’ll inform the squadron and ask for assistance,” said Vasy, closing the meeting.
As the group disbanded and the maintainers were returning to their duties, Flight Engineer Daria Jankowska made a final suggestion.
“Do you remember Professor Lóránt Bátori and his Dynamic Stress demonstrations?”
“Of course,” said Janina, smiling as she remembered the strange expert with his brilliant ideas… and their pleasurable time together. “You’re going to suggest I track him down via Anatol. My pleasure.”
Monday, May 5th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Dmytro Kovalchuk looked down from the Puszczyk, trying to make sense of the approaching airfield with its neglected buildings and runway. The only pristine area was a grass arena.
“Where are all your aircraft?” he asked Marusya Dudziarz. “Your Tiger?”
Marusya and her other passenger laughed.
“Where the enemy can’t find them… dispersed and hidden.”
“What you see is what the Russians report,” said Janina Patriksson, the original passenger. “A K9 training area with an abandoned terminal and some run-down outbuildings.”
As the Puszczyk descended through the trees, Dmytro noticed figures preparing to hide the helicopter under camouflage netting.
Another greeted Janina as she disembarked with Dmytro.
“How was Dęblin? Did Anatol help?”
“Not exactly him. Flight Engineer Daria Jankowska, please meet Dmytro Kovalchuk. He might know where Lóránt is.”
“If the guy I met in the hospital is your Hungarian professor, then I’ll let you know… soon.”
Dmytro waited while Marusya ensured the Puszczyk was back with maintenance. He then followed her to the arena, where Polina Moroz was practising her football skills.
As always, the slim blonde… and her skill captivated him. He could have watched her all day, but Marusya interrupted her friend.
Polina spun around and threw herself at her lover, kissing him greedily.
“Dmytro, I’ve missed you desperately. It’s been too long.”
“I’d have come sooner if I’d known you were in Ukraine… and hungry. Now I’d stay if I didn’t have crucial work. First, I need your ball mastery.”
“Here in public?” she asked teasingly as she removed her T-shirt.
He laughed and noted her watching friends. “Inside.”
*
Once they’d satisfied their longing, Dmytro admitted his real meaning.
“There’s an amputee football league I play in. My team needs a striker, and I thought of you.”
“Not my body?” She snuggled closer. “I knew what you meant but guessed what we needed. Let’s talk seriously as I give you a tour of the hidden Chayka Field.”
“After first visiting you in Poland and earlier today meeting unfamiliar Witches, there had to be more here.”
*
Sitting in the Zvenigora Restaurant after the tour allowed Dmytro to clarify some details.
“I understand your commitment to the squadron makes it impossible to train with us in Kyiv, but I might have a solution.”
“I commute by air to training.”
Players during amputee football tournament held in Kyiv. (Source: Dan Balashov)
“Not quite. But mine needs time we don’t have since the two-day tournament is on the weekend, unless Witches bend time.” They giggled before he continued. “Your arena is the right size as our matches are played on pitches two-thirds of a standard pitch… so perfect. If I can persuade my teammates to move here, would you play for us, please?”
“I’d love to. But you mentioned your crucial work. What about that?”
“We make military drones, as you do. You mentioned utilising your planned Sanctuary extensions, some for workshops. Why not ours?”
“Sounds incredible. What kind of drones?”
“Ground-launched FPV type for the front line. Not like yours, but perhaps we can collaborate.” He winked but avoided saying more. “Did you hear about the amputee football team Khrestonostsi or Crusaders? They formed in Lutsk in late December and began recruiting new members.”
“Too busy flying. Are they your team?”
“We’re nearer to Kyiv, as our coach is there. He’s from Brazil-“
“Home of the ‘Beautiful Game’. He’s welcome here-“
“That’s a problem… he’s a POW.” He had to broach the subject… now. “A teammate, Leonid, met Cauã Pacaembu when they were both having prosthesis modifications. Cauã’s guard was unobtrusive until Leonid mentioned coaching, but now the guard attends sessions too.”
Dmytro watched Polina’s reaction as her frown turned to a smile, and she waved a familiar friend over.
“Sergei, what do you know about security on foreign mercenary POWs? Dmytro’s football coach, Cauã, is Brazilian.”
He thought before replying.
“Not as tight as for Russians. Possibly because Russia won’t exchange him for a Ukrainian. Sadly, Brazil’s stance is neutral in this war. Can we talk to Cauã?”
“His Ukrainian and Russian are basic, and nobody speaks Brazilian,” replied Dmytro.
“But we have two Portuguese pilots,” said Polina. “They may help us resolve this. We also have military police.”
Dmytro knew why he loved this devious and sexy woman.
**
Tuesday, May 6th – Hennadii Udovenko Diplomatic Academy of Ukraine, Kyiv, Ukraine
Lóránt Bátori waited in the entrance of the Diplomatic Academy of Ukraine for his anonymous visitor. Or should it be friend as the message said? He was about to walk back inside to find a seat when he saw her… Janina Patriksson. When she reached him, he embraced her passionately.
“You hadn’t forgotten me,” Janina said. “I prayed you hadn’t, but guessed you wouldn’t. Let’s talk somewhere else, please?”
“There’s a perfect Georgian restaurant nearby. Lunch on me after a short walk.”
He noticed her studying him and wondered if he’d let his appearance slip, or if his limp was obvious.
“Am I still your scruffy professor or worse? Anyway, what’s up?”
“Still my Lóránt. Yes, the Night Witches need your expertise, and yes. I left the University to take charge of the maintenance of their airframes.”
“Still my Janina. My exalted grease monkey Queen. Yet those Valkyrie need my help. Interesting, but food first.”
He led her inside the Chacha Bar, and the owner, a friend, led them to a secluded corner.
*
“You don’t feel confident in your findings, Janina.”
“Always, but your unusual insights would help us. Still interested?”
“When do we leave? How?”
“Now, if you’re free… and by helicopter, naturally.”
Before they could make plans, air raid sirens echoed across the city. Still fearful of raids, Lóránt led Janina to the nearest shelter on Volodymyrska Street.
*
SW-4 Puszczyk – by Łukasz Golowanow, Konflikty.pl
An hour later, Lóránt was leaving Kyiv, glad he was back with the love of his life. Since the Puszczyk was small, Janina immediately introduced him to their two pilots, Sergeant Odrija Kalniņa and Capitã Nilda Silveira. However, with the other passengers, Nilda took over.
“The K9 officers are Corporal Isla Clacher and Kenina, her German Shepherd, ex-RCMP. They’re taking this Brazilian football coach, Cauã Pacaembu, to meet the Witches’ star player. If you need to know more, that’s up to him.”
Lóránt had learnt from Janina about Nilda’s mission to talk to Cauã in Portuguese and understand his manipulation by the Russians, but not much more. Should he pry?
“I need friends,” said Cauã. “If more about me helps, ask.”
“When did you leave Brazil?” asked Lóránt, sensing the war was too raw.
Cauã replied… in Brazilian, so Nilda translated.
“He says, ‘I didn’t want to leave my country. It was home, but I had nothing. A Russian offered me work two years ago. In Russia, but he supplies a one-way plane ticket and visa.”
“You met this man?”
“At their embassy in Sao Paulo, where he gives me everything, even a Brazilian passport… when we reach the airport. Eventually, I arrive in Moscow, where I’m taken to a room that I share with five others. All six of us do dangerous work for little.”
Lóránt recognised the scam, but asked, “You couldn’t leave?”
“Not when they have our passports, and we have no papers. Once our visas expire, we are forced into the army and sent to the frontline with little training. With a gun at my back, I’m forced to fight and almost die. Back then, death seemed like the only escape.”
Studying Cauã, his tragic tale sounded true. Like Lóránt, he had a prosthetic leg, both from a war that was drawing their lives together.
Rolling up his right trouser-leg, Lóránt felt ready to talk… amputee to amputee.
“You lost your leg fighting. I lost mine when my apartment was bombed. I’m free, but we must help you build your future. What do you need?”
While Nilda was translating, Lóránt looked at Janina. She smiled approvingly and then pointed at his leg and nodded.
Cauã replied, a broad grin on his face.
“He thanks you for your friendship and needs freedom to stay here and teach others The Beautiful Game,” said Nilda. “Cauã is not our enemy; Putin and his Kremlin cronies are.” Grinning, she added, “O jogo bonito.”
Episode 44 of Freedom Flights is set in April 2025 and has been released in multiple parts, as I created them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next episode.
I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen, as I do almost daily.
We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite unexpected interruptions. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Saturday, April12th – Medical Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Éliane Nowicki and Leandra Silveira lifted Marielle Simonova onto the examination bed.
“She collapsed earlier when she heard that a Ukrainian F-16 pilot was killed overnight, and feared it was Andriy, her husband,” said Éliane.
“Her vitals are normal, but I must monitor her thoroughly,” said Doctor Sacha Proulx, after she examined Marielle. “How long has she been unconscious?”
Éliane checked her watch.
“After she cried out ‘Andriy’, she was shaking, so I held her. Others tried to reassure her, and she seemed okay. But 25 minutes later, she fainted… at about 1859.”
“Barely three minutes before the name of another pilot was released,” said Leandra. “But Marielle remained unconscious, showing no apparent symptoms. It seemed wisest to bring her here, rather than risk CPR.”
Sacha studied the med-centre’s instruments.
“I’m hesitant about making a quick diagnosis, but this shows all the signs of vasovagal syncope. Emotional upset led to a sudden drop in blood pressure, causing Marielle to faint. The possible cause could be dehydration, although none of you pilots risk not drinking, now that you have your AIRUS devices. Also, prolonged standing can-“
“Or she’s pregnant,” said Éliane. “Which shouldn’t surprise me, given the times we found Andriy and her in bed.”
They all giggled.
“Despite my warnings,” said Sacha, grinning. “I’ll have to check. I’m guessing the poor pilot wasn’t-“
“My Fedir,” replied Leandra. “Thankfully not.”
Sacha waited for Marielle to awaken before doing more than monitoring her. Eventually, the Frenchwoman was conscious enough to answer enquiries.
“I must have fainted, worried what the 1900 news would report. Now, I feel stupid it wasn’t him… nor Fedir. But I feel for the dead pilot and his family.”
“Despite mixed signs you’re pregnant, I’ll run the test.”
Once Marielle discovered she was, everyone congratulated her.
“However, even if you aren’t prone to vasovagal syncope, I’ll give you this list of symptoms to watch out for,” said Sacha. “I’ll also have to ground you and restrict flying during the pregnancy. G-forces will harm the baby.”
“I must contact Papa Andriy and give him the good news,” said a jubilant Marielle, hugging everyone.
Marielle Simonova and Conchita Gutiérrez listened as Kalyna spoke to Colonel Maksym Bondarenko at Air Command West. The duty Code Talker, Nauja Tall Gull, was available when anything encrypted was sent via Aenoheso Little Hawk.
“As our Dispersed Operations now cover ten locations,” said Kalyna. “Vasy and I appointed our two officers on light duties to coordinate the DOs running. Capitana Conchita Gutiérrez will liaise with the Helicopter air and ground crew, while Capitaine Marielle Simonova will interact with the Fixed Wing personnel. We’ll send encrypted details.”
“Excellent. Can other squadrons, including Captain Andriy Oliynyk’s of course, use your dispersed areas if they notify your officers in advance?”
“Naturally, and our new hangar is equipped to service F-16s now. What news of the cowardly attack on Sumy? Are our medevacs needed?” asked Kalyna.
“It was horrendous. The Russians must have known people would be in Sumy city centre celebrating Palm Sunday, at the start of Holy Week. The first Iskander-M ballistic missile attack was followed minutes later by another, with devastating results-“
“Typical Russian ploy… a double tap, they perfected in Syria”, added Marielle. “Ensuring those who rush to help are targets too.”
“Exactly,” replied Maksym. “There are already twenty dead and eighty wounded… all civilians, many on a bus or in cars wrecked by shrapnel. Our medics from the area responded quickly as casualties are expected to rise. We fear there will be other attacks, some in the oblasts across Western Ukraine. Then your helicopters will be needed there.”
“The medevacs are always on standby,” replied Conchita. “With attack copters as support to deal with drones and rockets. Although the increase in Russia’s use of jet-powered drones makes intercepting them tougher.”
Everyone nodded, and Marielle added a crucial observation.
“They’re even a challenge for our fighter jets… and expensive. A single air-to-air missile can cost millions of dollars.”
“That’s why drone research is a growing priority for our defence industry and military,” replied Maksym. “Your squadron has already developed some drone capture and interception devices, including the one fired from modified UB-32 pods on Yak-52B Trainers. There’s an ongoing project developing propeller-driven agricultural aircraft carrying infrared-guided air-to-air missiles under their wings. Somewhat slower than your fighters, but another solution.”
File photo of a Ukrainian Yak-52. (Image via Militaryi)
Kalyna and Vasy chuckled and slapped palms.
“Who remembers the origin of Chayka Air?”
“The Polikarpov U-2 of the original Night Witches?” asked Maksym.
“Not exactly, although the Polikarpov U-2 my grandmother flew in 1944 was slow, and deadly under Witch-power,” replied Kalyna.
“Our first planes in Canada were Kaydet biplanes,” continued Vasy. “Crop dusters, so my grandaunt was an ag pilot like her husband, and my grandparents kept them flying.”
“Have any modern Witches flown a Moravan Z-137 AgroTurbo?” asked Maksym.
“Unlikely,” replied Vasy. “All trained on light aircraft, some turboprop-powered, that we could modify… with our Polish allies.”
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Monday, April 21st – Night Witch Command Centre, Dęblin Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
Major Lidka Andrysiak and Captain Natalie Kuzmenko were pleased that their initial plans for testing both the 10A Thunderbolt II ‘Warthog’ and the Sukhoi Su-25UBM1 ‘Frogfoot’ were acceptable to their hosts at Dęblin.
“We needed to respect the Easter celebrations and refrain from simulated combat,” said Lidka.
“Even if the Russians flouted their cynical Easter ceasefire,” added Natalie, annoyed. “After Zelenskyy accepted it and called Putin’s bluff by suggesting a 30-day extension.”
“After the Polish team modified the Sukhoi Su-25M1 so fast, we can start tossing glide bombs tomorrow using a low-level approach and steep climb.”
“Do you need any multinational witnesses?” asked Tamya’s twin, Killa, looking at her sister and then the Portuguese, French, and Québécois pilots.
Lidka glanced at the waiting group.
“Maybe choose one from each country to attend with the Polish contingent.”
“We can ensure a variation in expertise then,” said Commandant Raphaëlle Balode. “Until then, we have flight exercises to prepare and maintenance responsibilities.”
As they broke into work groups, Tamya & Killa Echeverría returned to their conversation in Spanish with the Silveira twins.
“When we mentioned flying Super Tucanos in Colombia, you implied both of you flew A-29s in the Força Aérea Portuguesa. Was that in combat?” asked Killa.
A Colombian Air Force A-29B Super Tucano takes off during exercise Red Flag-Rescue 23-1 at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base, AZ. Date: 11 May 2023. Source: 12th Air Force Public Affairs. Author: Tech. Sgt. Rachel Maxwell.
“We both had to be familiarised with them as potential trainers,” replied Leandra. “Although we’re more proficient with F-16s.”
“We know in 2019 a Ukrainian military delegation visited the Brazilian aerospace giant Embraer’s military division in São Paulo and flew the Super Tucano, and since then, Zelenskyy has approached Brazil’s President to obtain the plane for the UAF,” said Tamya. “That seems to have stalled because of Brazil’s neutral stance in this war.”
“Yet the plane would make an ideal drone killer,” added Nilda. “You wondered if we could obtain a Super Tucano from Portugal?”
“Exactly. Colombia is too far, even with the contacts we used for our Kfirs,” said Killa. “The USA have maybe six, which, talking to our ex-USAF colleagues, are unobtainable.”
For a moment, the Portuguese sisters looked at each other. Eventually, Nilda spoke.
“FAP should be getting a dozen A-29Ns soon. This variation, configured to NATO standards, may be partially assembled in Portugal by OGMA. However, Embraer has a majority stake in OGMA. Whether Brazil would block any attempt to acquire a Super Tucano via Portugal, or the Embraer production line in the USA, would be worth investigating, given that this war is becoming drone-led.”
“Maybe we need to pursue every route, including Chayka Air,” said Tamya.
Suddenly, Lieutenant Noémi Tamm dashed back into the room, in tears and shouting in French.
“Le pape est mort,” and then calmer in Ukrainian, “Pope Francis died two hours ago in Vatican City.”
Everyone was shocked, even the few non-Catholics. Then sadness and reflection spread, as people shared what they knew of him as a compassionate and humble champion of the poor and disadvantaged, the environment, and peaceful coexistence.
“His death was expected, although not on Easter Monday,” said Noemi. “Our Holy Father died only hours after his appearance in St. Peter’s Square, for Easter Sunday celebrations.”
“He’s been ill so much this year,” added Tamya. “Perhaps Our Lord called him at the end of Holy Week for a reason?”
Gradually, the ground crew came upstairs, having heard of Pope Francis’s death from Warrant Officer Adrienne Laine.
“Some of us were blessed to attend the open-air mass our spiritual shepherd held in 2022 at Edmonton’s Commonwealth Stadium,” said Adrienne. “On the Feast of Saints Joachim and Anne, the parents of the Blessed Virgin Mary.”
“We must never forget,” added Lieutenant Tatiana Ojala. “Pope Francis’ homily addressed the importance of grandparents, although his trip to Canada focused on apologising for our Church’s role in the Canadian Indian residential school system and on reconciliation with the Indigenous peoples.”
As everyone bowed their heads, some Polish friends entered. Among them was Alojzy Ryba and his daughter, Dżesika, who walked over to Killa.
Alojzy embraced Killa, then announced.
“We all presumed you heard the sad news, so we came to invite anyone who wishes to attend a special memorial Mass at the Church of Christ the Merciful, to honour Pope Francis.”
Kalyna & Vasy Chayka sat at the back of the restaurant with Adriana Pavlenko and Nadia Lysenko, trying to decide how to proceed in the light of recent headlines.
“Before Zelenskyy went to South Africa to meet President Cyril Ramaphosa last Wednesday, Trump had paused military aid, denounced Zelenskyy as a ‘dictator’, and accused Ukraine of being responsible for the war,” said Adriana. “Have we reached a turning point in the peace negotiations? Or will Trump backtrack again?”
The others shrugged, but then Vasy replied.
“Moments before Saturday’s funeral of Pope Francis, the mood changed at the meetings in St. Peter’s Basilica. Why? Some say the presence of the other European leaders. Others believe the Pope’s spirit ensured his calls for dialogue were heeded. We need to pray that all guides work to bring peace.”
Trump and Zelensky speak with French President Macron and UK PM Starmer (ANSA)
This time, the others nodded, and Kalyna spoke.
“Trump has now admitted twice that Putin ‘could be tapping me along a little bit’, but he still believes Putin wants to end the war. Yet, Trump still expects concessions from Ukraine. I fear this war will continue until Putin gets what he set out to achieve ten years ago.”
“The US administration is ready to pull out as ‘mediators’ if there is no progress soon,” said Nadia. “If there’s any way we can ensure genuine negotiations, we must pursue all avenues. Trump will still want to benefit at Ukraine’s expense. Didn’t he press Zelenskyy to sign the U.S.-Ukraine minerals deal as soon as possible?”
“That’s what our reliable sources report,” said Vasy. “Ukraine needs strong security guarantees from the US and our other allies. Many of us have military contacts with political ties, so we can indirectly influence some decision-makers. That’s our best recourse… as well as continuing to defend Ukraine in the air.”
“We Ukrainians will never give up,” said Adriana. “Some of you are forging bonds here.” She pointed to a nearby table, where two expectant couples were celebrating their time together, especially Marielle and Andriy.
All four smiled and glanced at the other Witches in the restaurant.
“Will we now see a spate of marriages leading to a pregnancy outbreak?” asked Vasy, chuckling. “Seriously, I feel we may need a creche on this level. Families would be safer here, underground. Maybe, there’s even a role for some menfolk.”
“Where do we start?” queried Adriana, just as Nadia got up and joined Aleks Górski to greet their Polish partners, Brajan Rudawski and Igor Dubicki, who had appeared at the restaurant’s entrance.
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MPA – 2,026 words
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Slava Ukraini
Heroiam slava!
We must never forget the brave 26-year-old hero, Ukrainian F-16 pilot Pavlo Ivanov, killed on April 12th, 2025.
RIP PAVLO. Condolences to his family and loved ones.
Ukraine Confirms Loss of F-16, Pilot Killed on Combat Mission:
Episode 44 of Freedom Flights is set in April 2025 and will be released in multiple parts, as I create them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next part.
I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just the crucial RL incidents in a specific month, so I hope to reach the present quickly, as well as the character development. I don’t want to be stuck writing about the previous year when the last shot is fired.
Therefore, after a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, thus addressing the essential rebuilding. I also intend to finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air, but that will be posted elsewhere.
We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite unexpected interruptions. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Episode 44. Trying Times. Part 2. Prenotion.
2025
Tuesday, April 8th – Medical Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Sacha Proulx checked her Medical Announcement, hoping she’d phrased it as intended.
Medical Advice
After the successful wedding celebrations last weekend, I wish all four couples a fruitful union. While we welcome the next generation, I remind you to remain fit to fly. It’s risky for military personnel to fly when pregnant, especially at high G-forces. For further information, please approach me.
Doctor Sacha Proulx
She emailed the announcement and printed a copy to post on the noticeboard.
Carrying her helmet, Captain Natalie Kuzmenko followed Major Illya Medved, Commander of Myrhorod Air Base, towards the hangar where the maintainers had finished ensuring the Sukhoi Su-25M1 was ready to be flown to Poland.
“My apologies for the delay,” said Illya. “We had to ensure the Frogfoot was totally airworthy. I’m unwilling to risk the lives of pilots, especially Night Witches. And we won’t clear you for takeoff if the enemy is around.”
“Your daughter said you respected the squadron… as did many others. Staying here overnight proved that your base personnel feel that way, too. Other than Tamila, have many Witches been here?”
Illya hesitated, and a darkness darkened his face.
“Tragically, when a group of their ORLAN 10s conducted a reconnaissance of this base, the enemy targeted the next flight, four Night Witches. Russian cluster bombs destroyed the MiG-29s of Sergeant Taisia Kovalchuk and Private Halyna Boyka, killing them, and wounding their wing-sister, Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk.” He closed his eyes, remembering. “Other Witches, led by Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko, the surviving flight leader, assisted us along with your medics and K-9 units.”
“Their names are commemorated on our tribute wall at Chayka Field,” said Natalie, bowing her head. “Along with the other Witches, who made the ultimate sacrifice. Let’s pray peace comes before the death toll rises much further.”
Illya led Natalie inside a hidden hangar, where they were met by Crew Chief Stepan Marchenko and three other maintainers, who saluted.
“The Sukhoi Su-25M1 is ready for you, Captain. We’ve overhauled and refuelled her for your flight.” He glanced at his team and blushed. “Some guys wondered how many flying hours you had, sir? I told them you were a Night Witch, so probably hundreds.”
Natalie grinned as Illya replied.
“Captain Kuzmenko fought in Afghanistan and trained some of our pilots on F-16s, which tells me she’s earned our gratitude.”
The ground crew stared wide-eyed.
Doctor Yevhen Baran joined the group and handed Natalie her AIRUS device hastily.
“Thanks for letting me examine this. Encouraging to see something designed for women pilots first. I’m sure men will want them too… unless they’re exclusive for Witches.”
Natalie laughed, especially when she noticed the confused faces.
“Chayka Air obtained these urine collection devices for us before many US squadrons had them.”
As the ground crew moved the Sukhoi Su-25M1 out of the hangar, Stepan and Natalie ran through more flight checks before she made her external inspection.
Illya and Yevhen helped her put on her helmet and ensured her flying suit and AIRUS were ready before she climbed into the cockpit.
With the canopy closed, the system checked, and the engine started, Stepa saluted, which Natalie acknowledged. The tower cleared the Frogfoot for take-off with no Russians around. She climbed quickly and joined the waiting F-16 flight.
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Saturday, April12th – Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
One of the winning posters from the 1950 Marshall Plan intra-European Poster Competition. (From the collection of the George C. Marshall Museum & Library).
The TV documentary on ‘Rebuilding Post-War Ukraine’ fueled an informed debate among the recently returned helicopter aircrew. Most speculated on the best means to rebuild the country with Western help. Their countries, ranging from Poland to South Korea, had all begun assisting, but the extent varied, depending on their economic situations.
“In the midst of this war, some aid is trickling in,” said Maike Fabian, pilot of the Bundeswehr-supplied Delta Tiger. “The Defence Industry seems to be the principal beneficiary, although our political leaders have been slower to act than private companies.”
Her co-pilot, Adela Klymenko, nodded and added, “President Zelenskyy has repeatedly called for a ‘Marshall Plan for Ukraine.’ If we look at what the post-World War Two investment did for West Germany, a similar plan for Ukraine makes sense and must be feasible.”
“Especially if Ukraine’s allies use the frozen Russian funds in Western banks,” said Xenia Ahlberg, pilot of the Griffon. “Infrastructure as well as Defence is needed.”
“Russia must pay for reconstruction,” added her ex-RCAF colleague, Iryna Forsberg. “But the recovery must be led by Ukraine, with support and observation from the donors.”
As the conversation drifted to other concerns, more aircrew arrived, and other units left to patrol and move to dispersed locations.
Captain Maryna Sobol and Lieutenant Katia Antonov ordered drinks and food for their new flight, while Captain Tamya Echeverría and her twin sister, Lieutenant Killa, found them a table.
“How was your first patrol in Gripen Cs?” Maryna asked the twins when they were all seated.
“Not as intense as expected,” replied Tamya, letting Killa add, “We trained in Poland for combat encounters.”
“They’ll come when we’re patrolling nearer Kyiv,” said Katia. “At the moment, we’re not officially flying Gripens in Ukrainian airspace.”
“That will come in time,” said Maryna. “For now, Sweden has agreed for us to be training on their C and D airframes officially. It seems we’re the test squadron, gauging the Gripens’ versatility.”
“Does that mean they’re trying to time releasing the jets here?” asked Killa, prompting her twin to ask, “Are they only likely to send us their secondhand Gripen Cs?”
“They’re most likely to send Cs,” replied Katia. “But only when the Swedish Air Force receives their first new-build Gripen E.”
“Saab, not the SAF, provided the two Gripen Es and one F two-seater trainer in Dęblin,” added Maryna. “Chayka Air have contacts in Sweden dating back to World War Two.”
The Recreation Centre went dead quiet when the Ukrainian TV news reported on the night’s Russian raids, concluding with yet another tragic announcement.
“The night has also cost another brave Ukrainian F-16 pilot his life during a combat mission against these ongoing attacks. His name will be released only when his family is informed.”
“Andriy,” cried Marielle Simonova. “I knew it when I said goodbye.” She clutched her face and started shaking. Then she stopped when her friend, Éliane, threw her arms around her. “Am I acting crazy? There are other F-16 pilots, not just Andriy.”
“Fedir, his friend. He flies them, too,” said Leandra Silveira, biting her lip as her twin, Nilda, clutched her.
“Every day, we know death is out there. Death is so close in Ukraine. Far nearer if you’re in a trench. Unexpected… as some of us know,” said Maryna. “I understand how important mourning can be. I’ve lost loved ones in recent years. But never presume someone has died.”
“They wouldn’t want you to,” added Katia. “We’ll learn more later. Andriy and Fedir are more likely to be alive and will be pleased to see you. Make each day count.”
Another month has slipped by, so it’s time for another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post. And yet another chance to reassess my writing strategy, and my life.
Although I’d shelved my Snowdon Shadows police procedural, Fevered Fuse, while I changed focus, that decision has been preying on my mind.
Is ‘Fevered Fuse’ something I need to rewrite to make it publishable? Is Sparkle Anwyl, its quirky lesbian detective, a minus? Is revising ‘Fates Maelstrom’, the second book in the series, a better use of my final time here? The two other titles of the series exist: No. 3 ‘Seeking a Knife’s first draft is half-written; No.4 ‘Ruined Retreat’s first draft was written in November 2017, for NaNoWriMo. Have I been wasting my time creating Sparkle Anwyl and her world? Did my beta-readers and my editor waste their precious time?
Please, does anyone have enough time to read even the first page or chapter of ‘Fevered Fuse’? If someone is really keen, she/he could read the first three chapters of ‘Fevered Fuse’ and ‘Fates Maelstrom’ to let me know if either is worth continuing with.
Maybe I need to skip both titles and revise ‘Ruined Retreat’. 😉
As for my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights, I face different dilemmas. Will I finish writing the episodes before the war ends? More importantly for the people suffering, when will that end and with the just peace they deserve?
For the few still reading the episodes, including those clicking ‘Like’, I should post the second April 2025 episode later this week. Obviously, I’m still following the news from Ukraine and now the troubling news from Venezuela. Cuban Missile Crisis Mark 2, Trump version?
Slava Ukraini
Heroiam slava!
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November 5 question – When you began writing, what did you imagine your life as a writer would be like? Were you right, or has this experience presented you with some surprises along the way?
My first thought was, “A Sailor’s Life for me”, but then I remembered when I made my first scribblings and dreamt of “A Farmer’s Life for me”.
A decade later, after part-time work mowing lawns and mucking out horses in Canada, I entered the journalism world… as a lowly sub-editor in London, back home in the UK. Beyond subbing ‘Fishing Reports’ and short pieces in The Field magazine, I was gradually allowed to attend events that required brief reports. Finally, I wrote my first published full-page article, anywhere. It was also my first equestrian article, and about a place where I’d had a summer job, The All England Jumping Course, at Hickstead.
By then, I wanted to be a journalist, even returning briefly to Canada to cover the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair in Toronto, with interesting results, especially equestrian. Writing an article for the Canadian equestrian magazine The Corinthian on a major British event should have been my breakthrough as a journalist, as should have been my brief time at a Journalism College.
However, a series of events turned me into an equestrian photographer, then an organic fresh produce wholesaler, to green campaigner, and a video producer.
I’ve never stopped scribbling, even before my job at ‘The Field’. In my teens, I was already penning short stories, mainly science fiction and fantasy. While at my finishing school in Canada, I produced an SFF fanzine called ‘Mind Sphere’ and received my first and only physical rejection letter.
In my late thirties, I was briefly the editor of the Socialist Environment and Resources Association’s journal, New Ground, and wrote a few articles. Almost two decades after my first foray into journalism, I became a regular contributor to some equestrian magazines as a journalist and occasional photographer.
Dick Lane and his team of Lipizzaners at Brighton Driving Trials. Photo: Roland Clarke
While watching a show-jumping class at Olympia in London, the ideas for a plot took shape, and thirteen years later, my only published novel, Spiral of Hooves, was released.
My writing life hasn’t been straightforward, mainly because I’ve let myself be sidetracked. Finally, bedridden by multiple sclerosis, I should be able to focus on writing… one thing. Unfortunately, not, as I outlined last month.
Now, I have Sparkle Anwyl, my favourite character, vying withFreedom Flights, for my attention. The latter now dictates my life, but something tells me I need to keep ‘making hay while the sun shines’.
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