Douglas Arvidson is a past winner of the WICE/Paris Transcontinental International Short Story competition. His short fiction has been published in Paris, Prague, and in literary magazines in the United States and he was recently invited to be a staff writer for the Prague Revue, a cutting-edge, online literary journal ( The novels in his fantasy series, The Eye of the Eye of Stallion, include The Face in Amber, The Mirrors of Castaway Time, and A Drop of Wizard's Blood. His new novel, Brothers of the Fire Star, was selected as a finalist in the ForeWord Reviews 2012 Book of the Year national awards and as a finalist in three categories in the 2013 New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards: Action Adventure Fiction, Historical Fiction, and Young Adult Fiction. It has become part of the pantheon of Pacific literature and is now included in school literature programs. Brothers of the Fire Star is an adventure story set in the Pacific during World War II and concerns two boys of different races and cultures who escape the island of Guam in a small sailboat when the Japanese army invades. They must then struggle to survive as they master the secrets of the ancient Pacific navigators. Appropriate for young adults as well as adult readers, Brothers of the Fire Star is available on Barnes & Noble, ( and Visit the author's website:

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

How Does One Write About the Tropics in Weather Like This?

Memories of Growing Up in New England: The Writer Shovels Snow

Terry and I took a break last weekend to enjoy a rare snow storm here in Onancock, VA. Here are some pix of what was a beautiful Saturday in late January.

Is is hard to write about the tropics on a day such as this? With temps in the teens and fresh snow all about, the sweaty sunshine of the equatorial zones is hard to conjure up. But it's not unpleasant to sit here in my fat recliner thinking about it. I remember when I lived on Guam on our sailboat, there was always a bit of wonder at stepping off the boat in January or February in bare feet and dressed only in a t-shirt and shorts. Wonderful stuff for a New England farm boy.

But now, here I am, back in frost country, up in the snow lattidudes 6,000 miles from America's warm
outpost in the western Pacific. I don't regret it, though. I'm enjoying the bitter winter if only because I know it will only last for another month or so and then we'll head into spring and all the fine things that season offers us here in the South.
A sailboat in the snow, Onancock harbor

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