Corinne's Blog

My computer is currently in Texas under repair so I haven’t been able to work on The Colored Sands of Isabel Candace for a little while…which is okay because sometimes writers need to take breaks from certain projects to pursue other things, while I was sick a few weeks ago I’d had a dream of an idea for a new story, because my computer had initially broken when I was sick I’d taken a lot of the free time I had writing out with pen and paper my first draft for this new book.

Tonight Mark was nice enough to lend me his HP mini which is a newer version of the same computer I currently have in the shop (I wish him better luck with his). Anyway, I took the time I had tonight typing up some of the pages I’d written down and I want to share the what I’ve written on here for people to read if they are interested:

I haven’t thought of a title for this one yet but I’ve titled the file “Celebrity”.

So here it is and I hope you enjoy it:

NESS-DANIA

They were late, she knew it was her fault but she’d never admit it, he knew it was her fault but she was the pop-star/actress and she would never take any responsibility for it. They had a ten am flight out of Los Angeles. He’d been up and dressed at five am, she was sleeping. He’s has both her and his own belongings packed, checked and double checked by 7am. At seven thirty he’d made his first attempt to wake her, a cannon could have gone off and an Emergency Medical Technician pronounce her legally dead she was so unresponsive. At eight o’clock he attempted it all for a second time only for her to rollover and sleepily ask for ten more minutes, he gave it to her because she was the princess and he wasn’t in any mood for any drama do early in the morning on such an important day. It was around that time that he finished preparing breakfast, he brought it into her around eight twenty three and placing it on her side table and fanning the delicious morning breakfast aromas in her direction he hoped he’d be able to use her stomach as a took to wake her. Stirring up her appetite was the right idea for by eight thirty he has her sitting up and sipping orange juice in bed. He was surprised when she didn’t say anything about the pulp still being in her orange juice, for she’d swore up and down and had thrown a glass at him earlier for having not taken it out just a day or two prior. He figured she hadn’t noticed in today’s morning drowsiness. She’d been surprisingly more alert that one particular morning of the orange juice incident than she normally was and he was happy to see things returning back to normal. He made his mistake that morning in leaving her in the room to eat breakfast and dress herself in the clothes he’d taken the time to set out for her the night before. He’d been seeing someone who’d told him that he was becoming to much of a servant, groomsman father and not his own person, At the time he hadn’t put much though into the advice cause even though she’d been his therapist he couldn’t make himself take anyone seriously who was in the process of unbuttoning her shirt for him. The morning of the orange juice incident as Ness cleaned the pulp out of his ears and hair that advice the therapist had given him finally registered and he made up his mind to start becoming his own person. He was young, handsome and he owned a business that was finally beginning to pay off albeit his investment in the time he took with this particular girl was a hefty part of his paycheck, yet he had to work on himself. He’d still made a mistake in thinking he could trust Dania to think enough about her own schedule to know that she wouldn’t have enough time to eat, shower, dress and do makeup if she started it all at two minutes to nine when they had a ten o’clock flight out of LA. At ten minutes to nine expecting to see her dressed and ready to go Ness walked back into Dania’s room to find her sitting in her bed still in her pajamas taking her time more playing with her sugar rice than eating it with her ear buds in he ears the volume blasting rocking out to his latest competition, he’d picked the wrong morning to let her handle herself and to become his own person.
It was then that he opened his phone and called in his favor with Cecilia a stewardess he’d met the last time he’d had to travel to New York. “He Cecilia Babe, I’ve been missing you so much how have you been baby-girl it’s Ness, *pause* it’s great to hear all that baby cakes I’m totally blown out of the water that everything is going so well for you in life *pause* Well honey Cece girl I was just giving you a call because I need a huge favor and you’re the first and only person i had on my mind….” Is how the call happen to begin, Dania sat watching Ness as he slyly talked his way back into the stewardess’s heart, his charming demeanor not only permeating the phone conversation but taking over every inch of the way he carried himself as he held the wireless contraption she could tell that she’d done something wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on it and she couldn’t make out all that he was saying but seeing the look he gave her when he hung up that phone was enough for her to know that breakfast time was over. By 9:45 Ness had Dania dressed, fed and loaded into the taxi for the airport. Flashing a Benjamin in front of the driver Ness advised him to be generous at what speed he wanted to take them on their way to the airport. “The speed limit is overrated” he heard the driver chime as if he was a doll and Ness had just pulled his voice box string. The taxi’s engine started and they were off.

CORI

The morning alarm clock hit 6am and Cori let it ring he’d already been awake and lating in bed for ten to fifteen minutes starring at his bedroom ceiling. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night because of the anxiety and nervous anticipation he felt deep down to his core for his next few months work had the potential to be life changing for him and he knew it. He felt in no hurry to get out of bed for he had nothing more to get done in preparation for his day’s trip. He’d taken some of his free time the day before to make sure everything he’d listed to have brought from his past week’s Chicago trip was still in his suitcase and as he lay listening to the alarm buzz he recalled how on numerous occasions while he’d been to his production meetings and auditions in Chicago how many times he wished to be out of the fast pace of Los Angeles and actually somewhere real. Not that Chicago was any smaller or slower than LA it was just that he wasn’t a cut throat person and he was getting tired of the cities cut or be cut personality. In many of his experienced with the place he’s realized that everyone was only in the business for personal gain. He had not friends outside of his crew and investors and even they were all business. Yes, the weather was nice and the woman totally head over heels pushovers when they discovered he was in a well paying position in the movie business. Bue he was tired of having to flash his director status in order to make people want to be around him. He tried it all and it was all become far too much for him to handle. He was tired of the late night clubs and cocktail happy hours and the suits whose people never called his people. He’d been in LA now for nearly five years and was happy to admit that he’d come a long way from the bright eyed twenty two year old film student he’d been when he’d first arrived. He’d learned how to walk the walk and he definitely knew how to talk the talk, people said that his small town personality was what got him far but he was never ever asked where he was from, if asked he’d say that he was from a rough part of Minneapolis and that he’d been lucky enough to be granted a scholarship to UCLA to study film based off of his amazing independent work in high school. Looking back at those days Cori remembered how everything was and how he’d imagined everything was going to be in the big city, LA would always be LA and he wasn’t getting any younger to be able to keep up with it, the city simply wore him out now.
Maybe this would be his big break. He’d finally be able to buy his plane ticket to anywhere and slow down a bit, or maybe he’d stay in California. If he stayed he’d probably settle down and live off nothing but royalties from this big picture,with some great gal who he bumped into in a picture perfect way. Maybe when the time was right they’d move out of his high end apartment in the city and into a three of four bedroom fine Spanish colonial revival house in the California suburbs and start a family of their own. He’d quickly be replacing his filming documentaries about his world with documenting the people in his life who meant the world to him.
The alarm clock continued to buzz in Cori’s ear as he drifted out of his fantasy dreamland, looking around his small one bedroom studio apartment with it’s outdated orange and pea green late seventies, early eighties carpets and old dusty Venetian blinds he rolled over and turned off the alarm clock and as he did the realities of his life really began to settle in again as he began his new day. The realities that he’d be working his butt off to make ends meat and all he’d imagined was as far from reality as a wet dream.
Cori was up and out of be by 6:40am, had showered, shaved, dressed and brushed his teeth and was eating a breakfast of leftovers and black tea by 7:14, He would have had a little orange juice but he’d been out of it since the last time he’d been in town and he hadn’t had the time to go get more. He wrote a note to himself on a post-it to go grocery shopping and stuck it on his fridge as a reminder for when he got back, He quietly cleaned his dishes turned on the automatic light changer which he’d purchased the last time his house had been burgled, they hadn’t taken anything for there was nothing to take but he wanted to remain on the safe side. He picked up the fishbowl which sat on his lonely coffee table in his living room area and grabbed his suitcase in his other free hand, wishing his extremely comfy studio apartment goodbye he closed it’s door and locked it behind him.

Before heading down with his suitcase to his little moped and sidecar he took a moment to drop Hitchcock the goldfish off with his neighbor Becky from 3b. Cori had been leaving Hitchcock with Becky for all his business trips and not long after he’d rapped on her door did she come to answer him in nothing but a tasseled bra and a pair of bikini underwear with pink and white polka dots. Cori has grown used to his appearance of his neighbor and he near nakedness did not phase him. He kept his regular friendly eye contact with Becky as he always had with his neighbor for he understood that it was her work attire in the naked therapy practice she ran. Becky had begun the practice after learning through a lot of personal and professional research that men were often more inept to listen and take her professional and personal advice before and after sex than they ever had when she’d been professionally dress for he position as a licensed therapist. In the past she’d had sessions with clients in the regular matronly business attire that most women of her profession had,she’d give a man the advice that he needed to hear but often didn’t want to. Some of the advice she gave didn’t register and after many months of hard headed therapy she’d find that she’d eventually lose the client. On some occasions after she’d lose a client she’d be asked out on a date by the client for there was no longer a professional relationship in between them. After dating her former clients and often becoming intimate with them she would find herself the subject of all their baggage again but this time as someone that the men believed they could now trust because they’d taken the time to make such a connection with her. Becky had discovered that even though she’d given the same advice to the men as she had when they’d been her clients it was only after she slept with them that anything ever began to register and the men began to make positive changes in their lives, Becky liked the fact that they’d actually finally taken her advice and made changes for it but she wished she could find some way to get paid for the effort she often put forth listening to men weep and cry to her when she only felt like rolling over and sleeping. That’s when Becky realized that she could get paid for doing the things she truly loved to do and was good at. The business she’d created gave men the open and intimate environment where they could seek companionship and advice from a woman who could be both lover and mother. Becky was able to show she could be a great therapist, she was able to make people feel great about themselves and she loved that she was able to show off the amazing lingerie collection she’d been collecting over the years, even the ones when she’d been a normal therapist. The naked therapist was about to allow men to poor their hearts out and weep and coddle the breasts of a woman that took them back to even some of their earliest stages of mental development, and to healing of very deep seeded wounds. With Becky cut throat Los Angeles business men mentally reverted back to a time when they felt safe in their mother’s arms and they often re-found their inner innocent child.
Becky found that she didn’t usually even have to revert to having sex with her clients anymore for she’d become an expert in the art of tease and seduction, unfortunately if a client began to show unhealthy signs of obsession or feelings for her she’d have to let them go as a client and on some occasions she’d take them under her wing for her own personal enjoyment. Becky had even started to cater to the needs of both men and women. She wasn’t a lesbian and none of her acts with women were sexual in nature, all she’d do with women is help to empower them with body issues. She’d teach women to love their natural bodies and love themselves from the inside out. Becky would counsel women in how to deal with their rocky relationships, she taught women how to read and handle men in a way that the men didn’t know that they were being handled. She taught women how to understand the needs of their significant others, she’d even been invited to teach a class on empowering women to get to really know their men and connect with their men in the bedroom. She’d named the series “pillow talk.”
Cori thought the idea was extremely unique yet he’d never taken the time to utilize Becky’s services he liked their relationship where it stood of just two neighbors who had formed a strange friendship over the shared custody of a goldfish. He was proud of Becky for her dedication to quality work in her profession and he admired her as a working woman.
She happily accepted the deposit of the fishbowl and Hitchcock within and with a smile turning to Cori she said in her soft professional voice “You need to stop leaving this fish on my doorstep or he might begin experiencing some serious abandonment issues.” Chuckling a bit Cori said what he’d said time and time again, “Papa has to bring in the paycheck of the bills won’t get paid.”

“Hitchcock knows that mama loves him…” Becky said in an adorable baby voice at the goldfish who could have cared less. Then placing the fishbowl on the Table in her Living room which she’d predecorated with different sea ornament over a indeterminable about of time she swiftly walked back to Cori grabbed his face with both her hands, turned his head and gave him a long and unexpected kiss on the cheek, wiping off the excess red lipstick which was the only thing she wore boldly outside of her lingerie and heels she winked at him and said “Come back to mama safe and have fun.” Cori wordlessly nodded his response and turned down the hall with his suitcase now and nothing but a big blush on his face. He wondered if one day he’d ever take the time of reconsider his relationship with his beautiful and smart neighbor, maybe sometime when he got back he’d schedule an appointment with the Naked Therapist Becky. He knew he had a lot of stress and tension to work out of his mind, wiping his cheek with his sleeve he gathered the rest of the red lip stain she’d missed and shoot his head to himself.
When he’d finally made it down to the ground floor and into the parking lot, it didn’t take him long to find his little moped right in the spot Cori had gotten into the habit of normally leaving it, he’d been given a parking spot but the area felt too big and he had given it to someone else in exchange for a subscription to get a fruit basket sent to his place once a month, Cori was happy he’d made the deal especially when he’d forgotten to go grocery shopping, but what did he expect from LA where everything was business? His suitcase fit snugly in his usually lonely empty sidecar, strapping on his moped helmet he fired up his little blue buddy and started out to the international airport.