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I have the flu. *sniff* (As if anyone need to know that) *rolls eyes*

So I decided to stay at home,  get some extra rest and drink lots of water.  I believe in the water cure...not that I don't believe in medicine but hey, my body has a whole pharmacy inside of it and if it doesn't come to my aid in the nick of time, I guess I'll just have to go get some outside medicine.  *cough*  

Anyway, I have faith in my immune system.   In fact, I love my immune system, it's my real hero, promising to stand by me forever...and all that mushy lovedy, dovedy stuff. 

BASTARD!!! 

My immune system let me down big time, made a whole army of germs from my baby niece, sweet little booger, invade my entire body!!!!  God!!!  God, indeed.  Why did I let the little baby dudette plaster her stinky germs all over my face?  Hmm.  Oh, she is just too sweet.  Ya know, I don't mind, I'd take a whole week of sickness just for one sweet kiss from her. She is as sweet as sugar.  Psst!!!  Just saying that latter part in case her mother happens to read this.  Savvy?

Did I mention I love my immune system?   And oh yes, as long as I don't drown it with too much water, I am sure I will be up to my cheerful self by tomorrow. 

 Okay.  Now where was I?  Ah, yes, I am finished with my new novel.  Synopsis is finished too but it needs a heck of a lot of polishing and frankly I haven't got the inspiration to do it right now, so I stuck it on the back burner for this month.  Also, I want to give my new novel another once over...I would like it to be perfect when it finally meets the world.  I don't want any one out there to pick on my baby for no good reasons.  Bastard world!!!    Yes, my novels are my babies, my vulnerable heart eager to fly off into the huge dangerous world.

 And hey, another thing.  Omg.  I've been so inspired lately to write all genres of novels.  Omg. Omg. Omg. So many sinister plots have been crowding my mind but I have got to finish my other two romance novels first.  Do you want to hear about those?  No?  Okay...maybe just one...the hot one? 

He hee, I have been twittering about it so why not blabber here as well?  BUT hey, here is a secret.  This is not just any romance novel.  This one has been inspired by you, yes, you inspiring Gaia, you.  Its true.  Trust me.  

Mmm, I love writing romance novels.  They are so fun to write but you may not agree that they are lovely books.  What are the names some people out there have for them?  Ah.  Trashy, fluffy, softcore, romantica and much more schmancy fancy names for true thrillers. 

And my darling son came up with this one :-  Erotica in poetic form.  I swear!   And you know what else? He's studying to be a writer.  Who knows, probably to show his mother how much better he is?  Lol, its true. 


And as for the little Missy, my daughter, she is my harshest critic. And she has summed me up as a writer from another world who doesn't understand the lingo of this planet.  Some nerves, eh, especially after that whole condemning sentence was based on the following tweet!!!

"my new Heroine? Um. She wears her 'pagli' label like a bling and the whole world knows she's sweet madness 'cept her. She's such a diva :)"

And the sweet little pagli critic made me write it this way. 

"my new Heroine? Um. She wears her 'pagli' label like bling and the whole world knows she's sweet madness 'cept her. She's such a diva :)"

You see any difference? *LMAO*  Yes, BIG difference.

 Anyway, let me show you what I am working on...as promised by the title.  (See, so it was not only worded that way to lure you in for no good reasons...)

Okay, back to the story.  The blurb for this one (Ah, can't reveal the name as yet) will go along the following lines...just a rough blurb off the top of my head for now. 

Here goes:-

"Amidst the sweet nothings he whispered to her that night was a promise he'd never stop loving her. After they were spent, he expressed a fear that she might be the one to break his heart.  And just before dawn, the callous bastard kicked her out of his life.

Now, ten years later, the arrogant rat is not only acting as if she was the one who broke his heart, why he practically blamed her for his wreck of a life."

However, unbeknowst to her he was already a huge success...(can't leak what area he is involved in....and no...he is not in Secret Service)    How fair was it that he had deliberately not mentioned this part to her?  Well, fair enough if you considered our DIVA was also not whom she claimed to be. 

And who exactly is she?  Well, um, she is a guru, teaching the world ..um...stuff...which also includes showing them how to turn the other cheek, that when someone jilts you, take it as a good sign to move on, see it as freedom from bondage.    However, can the guru take her own advice? 

And you know what else, explosion will result when her hero finds out out she has been plagiarizing his ideas and his philosophy, although she has no clue its his written works she has been using to heal her clients.  Needless to repeat myself, there will be endless conflicts and plenty of sweet, explosive sex.  Lol.   

Okay...sort of an excerpt... rough draft...at the part where Miss Heroine Meets Mr. Hero after ten years apart from him.  (Not from my actual manuscript...but off the top of my head.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in an indifferent tone, cigarette in one hand, bottle of beer in the other.

She was taken aback, had expected something more but definitely not an indifferent stare that told her she could go to hell for all he cared. However, she could also see it was only a façade that he still desired her but didn't want to want her. 

"I-I-" She paused to recollect her thoughts. "I'm here to answer a question you asked me ten years ago." 

"Oh, yeah?" He studied her without a hint of curiosity.  The Bastard!!!

"Oh, yeah." She huffed. "Look, I'll tell you some other time when you're interested...most likely at the end of infinity." She tucked a tuft of escaped tendrils behind one ear and spun around.  To hell with the bastard-

"Oh no, you don't." He grabbed her. "From now on, you're going to complete everything you started."

And bla, bla, yada yada...she gets an earful from him at this point...actually, not really an earful considering he was a man of few words where she was concerned...but more of a short sentence that contained the most stinging words.  

And it stung for days.  That she was the one who jilted him way back then, made him into a failure, a loser, a man forever down on his luck.   Well, that was why she was here, wasn't it, to lend him a helping hand out of the ditch he had purposefully driven himself into?  She rolled her inner eyes hating to admit to herself that coming to help him out was not the only reason she had come back into his life. God, there were too many, plus she needed his help as well.

"So?  What was it I asked you ten years ago?" He frowned.  "I certainly didn't ask you to marry me even though at seventeen you were ripe-" He paused.  (Actually, the author pauses. Yike, I can't remember the question either!!!  Major trouble. Okay. Back to the story....)

"...for marriage." She blurted before she could quell the sentence finisher inside her.  

"I-."  She colored, instantly aware of his sudden slackening hold on her.

The bastard was shaking with laughter.

 "Shut. Up." She hissed, furious at herself for being so weak-kneed around him.

And they lived happily ever after but not yet!!!

That's it for now until the book is finished.  I am at the part where my heroine (Miss. Fiction) feels like a goddess again, so much so, that even her legs and sweet secret places look as if they have never heard of the word, "hair".  Lol and you know what else?  She's about to slide into Mr. Hero's bed, bare bottom and all.  Lol. Trust me, you don't need to read the book to see his reaction...but let's say Missy. Dare Devil is in HUGE trouble.  Oh fine, sweet trouble too.

Footnote :  Amy I Ramdass is in bed right now with her laptop, recovering from the flu. *Cough*

Psst...that above line has been entered for her boss's benefit just in case he happens to read all the sordid things going on inside her head when she should be at work, coughing all over her calculator.  *more coughing*

And as you no doubt can tell, she is even more loco today,  blame the water, it gives her an all time high, making her give away her plot in broad Gaia light.  Yikes. What's this world coming to?  *Fits of coughing*

Anyway, if you dropped by to read this, please leave a comment.  You see, this is not only because Amy has this unrealistic need to confirm she's one crazy earthling, why, she needs to know the names of all her readers (to sue you, silly ;-)  who have read her secret plots, ya know, just in case, suddenly her book gets completed by some shoemaker's elves and is on a bookstore shelves near her and no royalty forthcoming anywhere near her.   Savvy?  So!!! There better be a comment for each and every visitor!!!!  *cough, cough, cough*

*LMAO*  Kidding, ppl, kidding.    But you, my sweet reader,  know that already.  Hugs. Broad smiles.