Knowledge Revealed: The Nememiah Chronicles, Book 1
By D.S. Williams
Moving into my new residence took a remarkably short period – my needs were few, my possessions crammed in the back of my ’68 Volkswagen Beetle. A duffel bag contained my entire wardrobe: faded denim jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters. I’d never been particularly fashion conscious, and this lack of awareness had increased exponentially in recent months, to the point where I threw on clothes each day with little regard for what I was wearing. I hadn’t glanced at a mirror for months – I didn’t care what I looked like or how others perceived me.
A second bag contained my meagre linen supplies: tea towels, two bath towels, and a mat for the bathroom floor. There were no sheets, and my only bedding requirements were a sleeping bag and a pillow. I never slept a lot, anyway.
One box was unpacked in the kitchen – containing a saucepan, a skillet, and a battered old kettle. My eating utensils – a fork, a spoon, and a knife. And, of course, a can opener. My meals consisted mainly of cans, which could be opened, contents thrown into a saucepan, and heated. I owned one plate, one bowl and a mug. There’d never been a need for more than that in my travels, as I didn’t entertain and never invited visitors to my latest residence.
The bedroom took minutes to arrange—by the time I’d assembled the camp stretcher, thrown a sleeping bag and pillow on top of it, and tipped the empty box from the kitchen upside down to serve as a bedside table, I was done. My favourite books—Wuthering Heights, A Tale of Two Cities, Jane Eyre, and a compendium of William Shakespeare—were placed on top of the box for the nights when sleep too often eluded me.
In the living room, I unpacked my most treasured possessions – a foldable easel, tubes of paint in many colours, a palette, and brushes – all the assorted paraphernalia I needed to earn a small income. Later in the week, I would locate the nearest Goodwill and seek a cheap armchair to complete my furnishings.
Once I’d finished unpacking and arranging the little cottage, I stood back to admire my handiwork, satisfied that everything had a place. Not that there was a lot of room; the house consisted of one minuscule bedroom, a tiny living area, a small kitchen and a bathroom. The inside was reasonably clean, the outside remarkably overgrown. Located on the outskirts of Puckhaber Falls, the cottage stood at the northernmost end of town, located off the interstate and hidden down a short gravel drive. There were three-quarters of a mile between the nearest neighbour and myself – exactly how I liked it. Alone was my preferred place to be. My last stop had been in North Dakota, and I’d stayed three months in another small town. I’d stayed until the locals got too friendly – when people began to know my name, it was time to get out of Dodge.
Genre: Fantasy
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Biography.
D.S. Williams likes to live fictional people’s lives, mainly because they’re much more interesting than her own.
There was a time when D.S. thought she could be like ‘other’ people, holding down a job in the real world. It quickly became apparent this wasn’t a suitable environment for someone with her head in the clouds. But it took nearly ten years of employment, then fifteen years as a full-time parent, before she found her niche in working from home—where she could go off on those tangents of imagination.
Employment and family notwithstanding, she’s spent forty-odd years engrossed in make-believe worlds, creating characters, placing them into impossible situations, and bringing new settings to life. Characters are created in the deepest, darkest corners of her mind, and they never, ever do as they’re told—while D.S. has a plan, her characters tend to travel a path wildly different from what was prepared for them.
A lover of multiple genres, D.S. will write just about anything, although she especially loves romances. If you can add werewolves, vampires, or other mythical creatures to the mix, she’s in her element. She also loves a spot of suspense and a touch of teasing and has never met a good cliffhanger she didn’t like.
D.S. is currently working on several new projects. She adores male solid characters and feisty females and develops complex relationships with everyone in her books.
When not writing or reading, she’s still involved with the written word in her work as an editor at The Pedantic Punctuator, specializing in indie author works.
D.S. loves collecting notebooks and pens; some would suggest it’s an addiction. Her home is overflowing with (mostly empty) notebooks, and she has a pen for every occasion.
While D.S. is Australian, her stories are generally set in other countries. She uses her love of research and an addiction to Google Search to flesh out the settings she creates. Most of her books are set in the US, although a current work-in-progress is set in the wine-growing regions of France, and a future book will take place in Scotland.
A reclusive introvert, D.S. lives with her Darling Husband, daughter ‘The Bonza Babe’ and two new additions – a Cane Corso/Mastiff named Mollie and a cheeky American Staffy puppy named Stanley. She’s travelled around Australia for nearly 30 years as a military wife. Still, she now lives in sleepy Bridgetown, Western Australia, where she intends to spend the rest of her days writing, reading and meeting new (fictional) friends.
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