Prince Purple Pants and the Flower Princess

                                         Prince Purple Pants and the Flower Princess
                                                   Written by Dave Creelman
                                                        Illustrations to come
                                                        Audio book to come
                                                            E-book to come
                   Dedicated to Chloe, Cameron, Catherine and all of the flower princesses.


All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or
transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying, recording,
or otherwise, without the prior written consent of the publisher.
                                                Published by David C Creelman
                                           Edited by Anik See, www.aniksee.com
                                             Words ©2010 Dave Creelman
                                                       ISBN 0-9866985


The princess sat alone in her dark grey room high atop the
Castle of Everdull. Day after day she wished she could go and
see something different, something more exciting than dark grey
all the time. Her walls were bare and lit by candles but even the
candles were unexcited about the light they gave. All they did
was light up the dullness of the grey rooms.
In them, the princess dreamt of a beautiful valley full of flowers of
every colour.

One day she was walking around the dull grey castle
thinking that there must be more to this world than the blah and
blah and grey and dark. Just then she saw something out of

Red Sea, Pirates, and more.

Pirates!

25-foot seas, 30-mph winds and we are out of cooking fuel. What was I doing, here in the middle of the Arabian Sea with three strangers, being chased by pirates?

Living on the edge and living a dream.

For me, the camel’s back broke in December 1999. No more office job! I quit my job and got on the Internet. I found someone who needed crew for the next leg of his trip from Muscat, Oman to the Mediterranean. Oman is on the Southeastern coast of the Arabian Peninsula. After travelling 21 hours, making two connections including a strange, 15-minute stop in Saudi Arabia, I really hoped that there was a boat at the end of the flight.

Voice Over For Your Next Project

With more than 10 years experience in radio, production and voice over work I am available for hire for your next project. Here is my latest character voice demo. Please contact me for a personalized quote.

Powered by Voice123 - Voice Talent

The Day A Dingo Stole My What?

                                                    

It was Feb 6, 1991.  I was well into my around the world backpacking trip.  I had just come from a long stop in Byron Bay, one of the highlights of my whole trip (they are all highlights). Having seen most of Australia by this point, it was time to check out the world’s largest sand island, Fraser Island.

courtesy Answers.com/Frommer's

courtesy Google Images/Wikipedia

I arrived in Hervey Bay at 6pm and immediately made new friends about to embark on an adventure to Fraser Island the next day.

Our international group was made up of Alison (UK), Debbie (Can), Mark and Wayne (UK) and 2 Swedish girls named Maria and Urika.  We just called them Ingrid and Helga or “The Hurdy Gurdy Girls”. (as in The Swedish Chef and not Donovan).

 We provisioned with steak, veggies, spaghetti and 5 crates of beer for two nights.  Just the essentials really.

We picked up our Toyota 4x4  outfitted with all the camping gear and food we would need for a couple of days along with tide charts.