Anna Willett is here today chatting
with me about her new novel, Retribution
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Willett is the author of Backwoods Ripper
and Retribution Ridge. Raised in
Western Australia Anna developed a love for fiction at an early age and began
writing short stories in high school. Drawn to dark tales, Anna enjoys writing
thrillers with strong female characters. When she’s not writing, Anna enjoys
reading, travelling and spending time with her husband and two children.
Wishing Shelf Book Awards 2016.
Welcome, Anna. Please share a little bit
about your current release.
and tense moments. It’s about a small group of people hiking in the wilderness.
Two of the group are sisters trying to reconcile after years of bitterness. But
what awaits the group is revenge.
What inspired you to write this book?
Many things including the location. Retribution
Ridge takes place on the Cape to Cape Track, a real place in Western
Australia. I was inspired by the beauty and danger of this particular area and
found it to be the perfect backdrop for a tense action thriller.
Excerpt from Retribution Ridge:
hiking boots thumped across the rocks. Her chest heaved as panicky gasps
replaced regular breathing. She could hear him behind her, footfalls thundering
through the dirt. Her eyes darted in every direction, searching for an avenue
of escape. She didn’t dare waste precious seconds looking back.
stretch of rocks ended with a metre or so drop. She made the split-second
decision to leap forward and hope she could land on her feet and keep going.
There was still enough light by which to make out the approaching drop, but it
was dying fast. If she hesitated, he’d be on top of her.
disappeared as she leaped forward, arms circling outwards to increase her
momentum, ponytail flying over her head. For an instant, she hung in the air
and then her boots struck the ground with enough force to jar her knees and
send her careening forward at breakneck speed. Her right leg buckled and she
spilled over, arms outstretched.
hit the tightly-packed dirt and she heard a brittle snap, loud and sickening in
the twilight’s silence. A shaft of agony tore up her right arm. Her head
snapped back and a howl, heavy with pain and fear, escaped her lips.
his boots smacked over the rocks. She had no choice but to keep moving. Harper
choked out a sob and staggered to her feet. The agony in her arm apparent, but
swallowed by adrenalin. If she could make it to the trees, she might be able to
she clutched her injured arm to her body. The trees were less than a few metres
away, draped in shadows. The temperature dipped, chilling the sweat on Harper’s
terrified face. She sprinted forward, her shirt ballooning out behind her like
a cape. His hand closed over the fabric and he jerked her backwards.
lowered her head and bent her knees, tipping her body forward she ploughed away
from him with strength she didn’t know she possessed. The sound of fabric
tearing, followed by a grunt, reminded her of a bull blowing air out of its
nostrils. She broke free, stumbled to the right and then darted left.
of direction gave her the precious seconds she needed to make it to the trees.
Behind her came panting and the crackle of branches snapping. It sounded like a
wild animal breaking through the trees. She snatched another backward glance and
saw a glint of dying light reflect off the blade of his knife. I won’t die like this. Not hunted like an
animal. She willed herself to find the strength and speed to outrun him.
to the right and rounded a peppermint tree. Then came what might be her only
chance. A startled yelp and snapping branches. She looked back and he was on
the ground, his face hidden by the growing darkness. His fall would give her a
few seconds to lose him. If she could find a place to hide, maybe a weapon, she
might have a chance.
plunged deeper into the bush ignoring the needle-like leaves that tore at her
What exciting story are you working
I’m working on a
thriller about a group of friends who have the opportunity to spend a weekend
at an isolated holiday home. It soon becomes clear that the house’s owner has
some deadly secrets. I hope to have it finished and available by the middle of
When did you first consider yourself a
I’d been writing for years, I didn’t feel like I could call myself a writer
until a publisher accepted my novel. I still don’t tell everyone I meet, I’m a
writer. I suppose I’m still getting used to it myself.
Do you write full-time? If so, what’s
your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find
time to write?
I’m in the process of transitioning to
full-time writing so finding time is much easier these days. I’m free to write
most days, but even without work commitments, life still gets in the way but
I keep a journal of
the dates, times and number of words I write each day. It started as a way to
document when I wrote so I’d know what time of day I’m most productive, but
it’s become more of a habit now, almost a charm that helps me write.
As a child, what did you want to be when
you grew up?
wanted to write, but never dreamed it would be possible. In primary school, I
was taught by nuns and hated every minute of it. Strangely, I grew up and
became a teacher. Not something I aspired to but where I found myself. It’s
only now, as a writer, that I’m really doing what I always wanted. So, I
suppose I’m very fortunate that I’ve managed to achieve my goal. A little late,
but I’m okay with it.
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