I really jinxed myself in the last post. I should never have asked if I had enough to worry about. Should have known things would blow up in my face. (they always do) Here I was happily sitting in ignorance of the trouble to come. I’ve been caught in the middle of a family drama to end all family dramas. My girls hate their life. I get that. I know we took them away from everyone and everything they’ve known all their lives. I honestly thought they’d get to like it eventually, well enough to finish out their school years before heading back to Australia. The worst bit is I can’t do anything about the reason they hate it here. Our biggest obstacle is the school they go to, even I’m unhappy with many of the things it stands for. For instance strict dress code including how many earrings are allowed in their ear lobes, (one small stud in each lobe) while the teachers walk around with not only multiple earrings but nose and tongue studs! How these ‘adults’ expect to gain the kids respect with this huge difference in standards of presentation is beyond me. Do as I say not as I do! They’re big on saying it’s for the kids to learn to present themselves well and be proud of it, but it just has me shaking my head. Likes that’s gonna happen when the teachers look the way they do. The other thing the girls have been told is no colored bras beneath their shirts as it’s not fair for the male teachers to have to see them. Ummm….. What are they doing looking at my kids boobs???? Shouldn’t they be teaching her something other than what it feels like to be perved on! And when I go there I’m confronted with teachers in short skirts, tight clothes with cleavage clearly displayed (read – porn star worthy) and see-through outfits! What the….?
Where is this all leading you wonder. Well I’ll tell you where, to my life being a living hell. I’ve run the gamut of emotions over the last week or so. I’ve stopped eating (no point when it just comes straight back up), I can’t sleep, can’t read and God help me, I can’t write!!!! I’ve gone through so many boxes of tissues the I’ve single-handedly destroyed a forest somewhere. Every aspect of our lives has been effected by the girls desire to go back to Australia to finish the last two years of school. To do this Princess One would need to go back at the end of this year, and Princess & The Pea would go at the end of next year. But I’ve already done this. I’ve already left behind Son#1. How is this fair to any of us? I’m stressed beyond belief, Hubby doesn’t want to talk about it and I’m caught in the middle of a situation I can’t fix. I’ve always been able to do something to give my family what they want and I can’t. I’m considering the option of becoming an alcoholic, but really, I’m not that much of a drinker. Sure I like the occasional drink but I’m not fond of that out of control feeling and I prefer to watch what everyone else does while under the influence. Yeah, I know, I’m weird but you’d be surprised at what you witness.
Okay, whine over. I’ll go back to my stress pit and find a way to climb out of it. Anyone got a ladder?
‘See’ ya soon.
This is the Merlion you’ll find down at Marina Bay. It’s not the best area at the moment, lots of building going on around there. But it’s actually quite nice to just sit and watch the Merlion spit into the bay.
So here I am debating on whether or not the Dead story is a series or one book, I’ve been going though scenes and trying to work out if there’s enough to carry two stories and I was still undecided. Until today. Today I’m in the cab with the Kid on our way to pick up Princess One from the airport, she’s just got back from four weeks in Australia, and for some reason and no it had nothing to do with the fact I was zoning out on the Kid, I listen to every word that boy says. So anyway, I start thinking about the first scene I ever wrote for this story, in it we start with a woman that only graces the story for those few pages. She was never going to be more than that. That was my plan but Mr. Accidental Serial Killer has other ideas it would seem. Yep, he’s decided that after the botched attempt to find his runaway wife (no bit of paper’s gonna tell him she’s his ex) he needs to exact a little revenge. Plus, she’s the only person who can tell him where the wife is. Then in walks this cop, oh, he was there before but only as a brief mention, well now it seems he’s coming to the rescue of this particular woman and wouldn’t you know it, now I’ve got three stories.
I swear, I’m finding a rock and hiding under the damn thing. This is going to take me forever. I know it. I can’t see myself getting anywhere fast. The problem is this new one will have to be the first book. And it’s got nothing written!!!! I know, I know, so write it. Yeah, yeah, I hear ya but can you yell a little louder because the muse is down stairs lazing by the pool. And okay, so he looks hot laying down there all bronzed muscles, glistening in the sun and oh man, when he pulls himself up out of that pool after a quick cool off. See, now there he goes again, distracting me. Sheesh! The man is lethal! Back to what we were talking about, the Dead series is definitely a series. And yes I’ll get working on them. But don’t hold your breath because Mr. Muse just motioned Tom over and they both just took their damn shirts off. sigh. The writers life is hard.
‘See’ ya soon.
Today is the day that NJ Walters book A Legal Affair goes on sale over at Sahmain Publishing. It’s the 5th book in her Jamesville series, she’s just signed the contract for the 6th, By The Book, but doesn’t have a release date for it yet. I’ve read all the book in the series and let me tell you I’ll be waiting with credit card in hand for that 6th book. You can visit NJ at her website or her blog, check out all her latest news and take a look at some of her other fabulous books. I lucky to have gotten to known NJ on a loop I belong to and I’ve got nothing but nice things to say about her and even nicer things to say about her writing. Here’s a peek at her new book A Legal Affair. Don’t forget to head over and check out the rest of the book in the Jamesville series.
A Legal Affair
Book 5: Jamesville
by N.J. Walters
Alicia Flint enjoys her community, her home, and her career as a lawyer. But since her livelihood depends on her spotless reputation, it’s not easy to even date in this small town, much less take a lover.
Then a chance encounter with a stranger at a friend’s wedding tempts her to do something she’s never done before—have a red-hot, one-night stand. The guy will be gone tomorrow; no one need ever know her delicious little secret.
Gill Baron has come to Jamesville to visit friends and figure out what he wants to do with the rest of his life. As a newly retired, burnt-out cop, he’s not looking for love, but he won’t say not to a night of no-strings sex with the seductive brunette. A night that leaves him wanting more.
When she meets the newest investigator on her latest case, Alicia is shocked to come face-to-face with Mr. One-Night-Stand. Jamesville doesn’t need another lawyer-related scandal to gossip about, but the truth is, she needs Gill’s top-notch investigative skills.
Their attraction is too deep to keep the town clueless of their affair forever. When Jamesville finds out, Alicia wonders if her reputation—and her relationship with Gill—will weather the storm.
‘See’ ya soon.
There’s about 1000 apartments in our condo complex but surprisingly it never feels crowded by the pool. considering how many people live here it’s at times very much ghost-townish. (Another pic here)
Unlike where we live, my mind is definitely overcrowded. There are way too many people living up there and for some reason they’ve all decided to talk at once. Now anyone that’s been to a Charlton family event will know that I’m quite skill in multi-conversational-ism. (Is that even a word?) But last night saw me suffer through one of my really bad sleeping nights, as in got none. So today it was just all too much. I threw in the towel and picked up a book. Well, I actually picked up one during the night, which turned into two, which turned into three, which I finish today after banging my head on my desk for hours. I didn’t actually bang my head on the desk but it did feel that why as I tried valiantly to make some sense out of these two Dead books.
I’m still not sure if it’s one or two books. I started with a heroine (with a stalker ex), who added a sister, who added a hero, who brought another hero, first hero brought a couple of hunky brothers and then the stalking ex made the big jump to being a serial killer. And damned if I know what to do with them all. You see the problem? Overcrowded!
I guess I just work through it and see where they take me. They’ve already surprised me with all the extras and that serial killer bit gets a bit scary, I’m not sure how to explain the bad guy ‘accidently’ become a serial killer. I’m off to read again. I’m tuning them out until tomorrow and then I might just listen to them again.
‘See’ ya soon.
What happened to today? Our visitors were back last night and flew out again tonight so I guess I know what happened to today. I promised you a photo so here it is. This is another glorious start to the day. That’s the view from my bedroom, lounge and sons room. Makes me think about becoming a morning person. NOT!
I did a great deal of work on the Dead series, still haven’t decided what to do about the two v’s one book thing. I promise to be more informative tomorrow.
What do you think the people of that plane would feel if they could see what I can? Obviously they didn’t have any problems so would knowing what they were flying into have done them any good? Or is the saying, “what they don’t know can’t hurt them” true? I’m not a good flier, I get sick, but I can tell you know if I’d been on that plane and known about that storm I’d have been freaking big time. I remember coming back from Australia last January and landing in Singapore in a lightning storm, if I’d known before hand I would have needed more than the two tablets I took before the flight. This view by the way, is out of my window from my desk. (If you can’t see the plane it’s in the top left part of the pic.)
So, writing. Yes, well, no closer to working out what to do with the Dead series. I’m fiddling with it again today, maybe I’ll come to a conclusion by the end of the day. Or maybe I just need to write and worry about it all later. Some of it will overlap and occur at the same time, so I need to write it at the same time if it’s going to be two books anyway. Should I be like the people in that plane? Worry about it if something goes wrong? But then, there’s a lot to be said about being prepared. What to do? What to do?
I guess I’ll get doing it.