The Promise

The Promise

There was nothing Rebekah could have done to change the outcome. If she hadn’t argued with her sister, or left the party five minutes later—maybe. However, she left when she did, and by the time she saw the wild boar, it was too late.

The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was the body of the dead animal through the windscreen of her upturned car.


As she came to, Rebekah let out a low, tortured moan.

What happened?

Something was wrong; she couldn’t focus and her entire body ached. Too many colours swirled into view, then scampered off into the distance. Her lids, too heavy to keep open, fluttered closed and she let the darkness consume her once again.

The next time she was aware of her surroundings, everything was black. Gone was the kaleidoscope; in its place was something even more chaotic than her year one students.

Jesus, my head.

Slowly, the cobwebs cleared. Rebekah, determined to make sense of her situation, focused her concentration. As she realised her predicament, dread consumed her and she struggled against the restraints.

“Shit! I’m upside down.” Rebekah’s voice came out raspy and slurred.

A moment later, she cried out in agony as pain ripped through her body. She was trapped in the front seat of her car, unable to move, unable to free herself.


She listened for a reply.


“Help. Oh God, someone, please help me.”

Again, nothing.

And why would there be? It was the middle of the night, and she was miles from anywhere. Her body wracked with sobs as she continued to cry out in into the empty hills.

“Is everyone okay in there?”

Relief spread like wildfire when the deep baritone of a man’s voice cut through her tears. “Help, I’m over here.”

There was a flash of light, and she wriggled against the steering wheel. Between it, and the collapsed seat, her body was caught in a vice-like grip. The rash movement resulted in a painful moan.

“Ma’am, you need to calm down, you’re only causing more damage to yourself.”

“You try calming down.” Rebekah’s breath was laboured. Each exhale and inhale reduced to short pants to stem the agony in her chest. “You’re not trapped in a car that could blow up any minute.”

Her rescuer laughed. “You’ve been watching far too much TV. Trust me, that doesn’t happen in real life.”

From the footfalls on the gravel, he was less than a few feet from the driver’s side of the car. Despite the limited movement, Rebekah snorted in disbelief and attempted to turn her neck to see out the window. The roof had partially crumbled, restricting any possible view.

“I’m a fireman. I’ve seen enough accidents to know a car doesn’t suddenly explode.” His voice was close. If she had to guess, he was now crouched, low to the ground and nearer her head height.

“Are you sure?”

“Very.” He paused. “Look, I need you to wait here for a bit.”

Rebekah froze. “Why? Where are you going?”

He couldn’t be leaving her stranded, could he? The man said he was a fireman. Weren’t there laws against that?

“We’re out of range here. I need to head back towards the main road to phone for an ambulance and unit.”

Rebekah reached around frantically with the one free hand she had. She snapped it back when it came into contact with the broken front windscreen. “No. You can’t leave me.”

“What’s your name?”


“Look, Rebekah, there’s no way I can cut you out of there with a Swiss army knife, a torch, and a mobile phone. I don’t mean to alarm you, but from the way your body is twisted around that steering wheel, you could be bleeding internally. Not to mention, possible broken ribs and legs.”

She willed her feet to move. “Oh, my God! I can’t feel my legs.”

“Hold tight, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Wait,” Rebekah cried out as his footsteps headed away. “What’s your name?”

“Luke.” A moment later, he was gone; taking what little light there was, with him. The roar of an engine, and the crunch of tires from the road above, was the last thing she heard before everything plunged into dark silence.

Rebekah lasted all of thirty seconds before panic set in.

What if he was lying, and has no intention of getting help? What if he just left me here to die?

Memories from that evening returned thick and fast, and a sob escaped her lips. She’d said some horrible things to her sister. What if she didn’t make it, and Maggie believed she meant them? She was going to die in the middle of nowhere. Alone. Frightened. Upside down.

Finally, tires coming to an abrupt stop on gravel, was music to her ears. How she hadn’t heard it when he first arrived was beyond her.

“Rebekah, you still with me?”

Rebekah’s eyes prickled at hearing his voice, and she blinked rapidly to not break down. “Thank God you’re back. How long are they going to be?”

From Luke’s hesitation, Rebekah wasn’t going to like the answer.

And she didn’t.

“Forty-five minutes. I have to dangle like a bat, trapped here for the next hour?” She cringed. She hadn’t meant to sound so ungrateful.

“Yep, and not only that, you get to listen to me practice my best man’s speech while we wait. I need to test my jokes out on someone.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes. “Now I really feel like a crash test dummy.”

Luke laughed. The deep sound was oddly calming. “For a woman whose hanging upside down, trapped in a munted car with a dead, hairy pig next to her, you’re funny. Perhaps I should get you to write my speech.”

As if it were the natural thing to do, they fell into conversation. Rebekah was surprised to discover they both lived in Whangarei, and were in the backblocks of the Waipu Hills on a Saturday night for parties. His, a stag; hers, a thirtieth birthday for a family friend.

Even with the ever-increasing pain, it was turning out to be one of the most enjoyable evenings she could remember.

“You might have gone a little overboard, don’t you think?” he said, after she had recounted her earlier argument with her sister.

She had to agree. It had been eating at her ever since. “I know, but, I couldn’t help myself. I’m tired of her trying to set me up.”

He sighed. “At least you had a choice. You knew that was a possibility, and you still went. I don’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“That wedding I’m best man at, one of my psycho ex is a bridesmaid. She’s going to cause problems.”

“Then why don’t you take your girlfriend as a buffer?”

“I would, but I don’t have one.”

“What? A single fireman? I thought you guys had groupies lining up. What do they call them…” She trailed off, struggling to remember the article she had read. “Badge bunnies.”

Luke groaned. “Don’t remind me. I can tell you first hand you get sick of it. What’s the point of bedding someone when you can’t have a conversation with them in the morning, or can’t enjoy a rugby game over beer and chips?”

“Sausage rolls.”


“It’s beer and sausage rolls while you watch rugby. Just thought I’d better set you straight.”

They burst out laughing at the same moment, and fire tore through her chest. Rebekah grimaced, and a hiss came out through her clenched teeth.

“Are you okay?”

“The pain is worse, and I’m dizzy.” She coughed, and a metallic taste washed across her tongue. Rebekah let out a strained whimper. “I’m bleeding.”

The car shook as Luke attempted to dislodge the door. “Hang on, they’ll be here any minute.”

Rebekah’s world began to spin; this was not how it was supposed to end. “I don’t think I’m going to make it.”

“Yes, you bloody well will. Stop talking like that.”

She wasn’t as convinced. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear your best man’s speech. I’m sure it’s great.”

“How about we make a deal? If you die—which you won’t, I’ll tell Maggie you’re sorry.”

The wail of sirens blared in the distance. She closed her eyes, and pushed through the intense pain. “What’s the deal part?”

“You be my date for the wedding, and keep that psycho bitch away from me.”

Rebekah’s eyes flew open. “Why would you want to take a stranger?”

At first, she didn’t think he was going to answer. “I’m not going with a stranger. I’m going with you.”

Rebekah’s breath grew shorter and breathing became harder.

Unable to hold on any longer, Rebekah agreed. She trusted him to keep his promise and allow her to leave this world knowing her sister would understand how truly sorry she was. “Fine, it’s a deal.”

After that, everything became a blur. Firefighters and paramedics swarmed her little upturned Prius. As Rebekah gave herself to the darkness, her only regret was not was not knowing him longer.

When she awoke, surrounded by family, Rebekah half-hoped Luke hovered somewhere in the background. After realising he had returned to his own life, forgetting about the stranger he helped, and the promise they had made, Rebekah focused on getting better. It was the middle of the school term, and her young charges wouldn’t take her absence well.

During the day, she was surrounded by hospital staff, her parents, Maggie, or friends. Each night, as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, she recalled every word of their conversation. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing, or how she would ever be able to thank him for saving her life.


After three days in hospital, she was nearly climbing the walls. She’d been prodded, poked, and tested up the wazoo. Apart from a few cracked ribs, some internal bleeding, and bruises to every part of her front and back, she had come out of the accident relatively unscathed. If the next set of tests showed improvement, she was home free.

Once her blood pressure had been checked, yet again, Carol, the day shift nurse, reached for a wheelchair. “Okay, let’s get you down to x-ray.”

“I can walk,” said Rebekah as she swung her legs off the bed.

Carol patted the back of the chair. “Rule are rules.”


They were halfway down the hallway, when Carol said, “Good Lord, be still my beating heart. If I was only twenty years younger.”

Rebekah glanced to where Carol had fixed her gaze. She had to agree. The man leaning against the nurse’s station, with a bouquet of red roses, would turn anyone’s head, no matter how old they were.

Carol leaned down and said in a low voice, “I normally don’t like that much tattoo on a man’s arm, but against those muscles, what’s not to like?”

Rebekah didn’t comment. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the woman he was here to see.

The x-ray was over before she knew it, and they were headed back in record time. As Rebekah was wheeled back into her room, they stopped short. “Oh, it looks like you have a visitor.” Carol let out a small harrumph. “You might have said something earlier.”

Unsure of what the nurse was referring to, Rebekah looked up to discover the silhouette of a man by the window; the bright sun obscured his features; a large bunch of roses rested in a vase on her bedside table.

The man stepped away from the window, and her eyes widened. It was the adonis they had seen leaning against the nurse’s station.

“I didn’t recognise you the right way up,” he said with a wink.

Goosebumps erupted across her exposed skin. She would know that voice anywhere.

Luke’s lips tugged upward and broadened into a smile. Just a little one at first, but as it grew wide, it slowly revealed a perfect set of teeth. The whites, a perfect contrast to the tan skin that gave away his mixed heritage. Finally, the smile reached his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners to expose two unexpected dimples as his cheeks tugged upwards. Rebekah’s breath caught at just how affected she was with a simple smile.

Carole reached down to assist Rebekah. “Let’s get you back into bed Luv, then I’ll give you some privacy.”

“Here, let me,” said Luke.

Before Rebekah knew what had happened, he was around the bed, and she was scooped up into his arms. The speed at which she was tucked against his firm chest forced out an involuntary yelp. Even in her condition, she was acutely aware of his fresh masculine scent, not to mention just how close they were, sending her temperature and heart rate spiralling.

Luke effortlessly carried her to the bed and gently placed her on the mattress. When he let go, he smiled and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You okay?”

His warm chocolate eyes crinkled in worry, and he cupped a hand against her cheek.

Rebekah’s heart skipped a beat as she basked in the unexpected tender contact. “Why are you here?” Unable to find her voice, it came out in a whisper.

“I’m here to collect on a promise.”

She leaned into the hand that held her face with such tenderness and smiled. This was a promise she was more than happy to keep.

You’re A What?

You’re A What?

This post is the first in a series I will be uploading on – So You Want to be a Business Analyst?

If you ask any young child what they want to be when they grow up, odds are boys will answer with a resounding Pro Athlete or Firefighter; and these days, little girls want to be Doctors and Teachers.

I challenge you to find a child that declares to their parents “when I grow up I want to be a Business Analyst”.

Not even my own children, the traitors, want to follow me into this profession.

Why is this so?

Well, unlike the more common career paths such as nurses, salesmen, bank tellers, programmers, rodent exterminators and musicians, no one actually knows what Business Analysts do. Over the years, I’ve discovered it’s a conversation killer. Many a time I’ve been at one party or another and started chatting to a stranger I’d just met. You can guarantee within ten minutes the inevitable — ‘and what do you do for a living?’ is asked.

In my younger days, before I became the jaded and cynical person I am now, I would answer truthfully.

The response to this was always the same, no matter the country I happened to be in at the time. It was then I discovered the one thing that is common across all nationalities, religions, sexual preferences and race – the blank stare. Yes, that’s right. I would get the stunned mullet blank stare as they struggled to work out what I did. After all, the way I said it sounded like it was a real job. This was quickly followed by a recovery and they would nod and say ‘Oh, you look at business and work out their finances?”

Cue the face palm.

These days when asked, I just respond with, “Firefighter.” Which, when you think about it, is exactly what I do.

I have been a business analyst for a large portion of my career. In fact, I started before it was an actual career path. In the good old days of legacy systems, before they were considered legacy, we all worked on mainframe terminal computers. For those of you too young to remember, this was after the abacus, before Microsoft ruled the world and waaaayyyy before the mobile phone.

This was the days of green screens (or black just for variety), where you needed to memorise thousands of codes just to be able to add a single record to the database.

Mice were those little rodents that ate cheese, and you had to have a very large lap to rest 14 kg’s (28 lbs) worth of laptop computer.

And don’t get me started on the office buildings with floors that you had to swim through a sea of smoke just to get to your cubical each morning. This was when everyone filled their lungs with nicotine at work; parachute pants were all the rage; the cool kids walked around with cell phones with batteries bigger than a suitcase; and we had to turn sideways to get through doors because our padded shoulders wouldn’t fit.

Coming from a non-smoking household, it was a culture shock to come to work each day where the majority of people smoked like chimneys at their desks. Needless to say, I would go home each night with my clothes reeking of tobacco. One of my earliest memories of my induction into a working environment, that has stuck with me all these years later, is the combination of smoking and hair fashion at the time. Now, I can already see some of you cringing at the memory. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Women (and a fair few men) used around two cans of hairspray each morning to get the right teased and most unnatural look they could possibly achieve while still remaining upright. It still escapes me how many of my colleagues could light a cigarette and not have their hair spontaneously combust.

Now, when I started my career, I had no idea what the world had in store for me. Coming from a family that worked the land, and worked it hard, I was determined that my working life would be in an office. My days of driving tractors, planting, picking & packing fruit and vegetables was over. I wasn’t afraid of hard work; it just was going to be in an air-conditioned office rather than physical labour.

I started out in the insurance industry and worked for one the largest in the country. Okay, let’s face it, I worked for the biggest.

Things were going well, I was going to be the youngest female General Manager the company had ever seen, this would be promptly followed by Prime Minister, and then I’d take over the world just for laughs. Oh, and along the way I would win the lottery and broker world peace while solving world hunger and become BFFs with Madonna.

This all changed one fateful day when I was called into my manager’s office and informed I was being transferred to a ‘Special Projects’ team.

Turns out this ‘Special Projects’ team was me and a bunch of KPMG consultants. They’d thrown me to the lions. My reward – a brand new title that none of us had ever heard before – Business Analyst Professional; which always amuses me. This implies that there is an amateur version of the role.

The Birth of the Business Analyst role as a Career

So why did a new profession suddenly materialize in the midst of all this chaos and hair product?

Up until the 1980’s, computer systems were used primarily by the government, universities and big business. Why? Because it cost a fortune and they were understandably the only ones that could afford it. To put it into perspective, let’s have a look at some comparisons between 1980 and 2015 with regards to hard disk sizes and cost of storage.

Whoops! The 1980’s figure doesn’t even rate. Let’s change to a logarithmic scale.

So, in 1980, the average hard drive could store one three-minute audio track; and, if you wanted to store all the songs that you would typically have on your iPhone today, it would have cost you $300,000. This is not a typo; you are reading the value correctly – $300,000. I can just see Dr. Evil holding up his pinkie finger as he announces the amount.

In addition to price, data was problematic to get to; and it was difficult to write the programs to access the data in these one-directional flat files. To make matters worse, around that time there was very little functionality built into mainframe systems which was presented to the user in a choice of green, green or green.

By the late 80s and early 90s this all started to change. Some bright spark came up with the relational database, and object orientated programs such as Java and C++ were being introduced. The cost of storage began to plummet. And most importantly to those who had had enough of green screens, graphical user interfaces became the rage. As a direct result, the information technology age came into its own. Big businesses wanted to improve their processes and increase profits; and computers were going to help them do it. However, much to their horror, it actually started costing them more. Why? Well, that’s the exact question they asked too.

The amount they were spending on software development; scope changes to meet the ever changing business needs; not to mention the increased maintenance costs and cost of software defects was ringing some major warning bells. The IT budgets were haemorrhaging and things needed to change before they went out of businesses with the spiralling costs. So where was the primary source of cost overruns and why? It turned out-surprise, surprise-that the software development teams were talking directly to the business users. That’s like having a gansta elicit requirements from an elderly person who thinks the web is something a spider clings to. I can just imagine the conversation:

Gansta: Yoh, whadup dude. How they hanging?

Senior Citizen: Sorry son, can you speak up I can’t hear you.

Gansta: What the fuck businizz problem r’ yo’ tryin’ ta solve?

Senior Citizen: *taps hearing aid* Is this thing working?

Gansta: What the goddamn ideas do yo’ n’ yo’ goddamn teammates rap ’bout as ways ta improve tha process?

Senior Citizen: Is it teatime yet?

Gansta: Where the fuck would da usa access dis feature?

Senior Citizen: *Raises voice & speaks slowly* DO YOU SPEAKA DA ENGLISH?

As you can imagine neither party understood a word the other was saying. The bottom line was the business users could not articulate their requirements in a language that could be understood by the development teams. And conversely, the programmers had no frame of reference to understand the underlying business needs. They had no experience in actually using the systems in a day to day environment. Now don’t get me wrong, there were System Analysts who managed to do a great job; but they were in the minority.

Q: So how did they solve this divide?

A: Find someone who can bridge the gap between the two; and so, the role of the business analyst was born.

The key word in this new role was ‘business’. While, up until that time, the traditional role of Systems Analyst performed some of the business requirements elicitation as part of their role, their primary focus was design and development.

As with my case, and many Business Analysts I know, key individuals were brought in from the business and worked directly with these external teams to become the business champion and liaise with the development teams which, at the time, were primarily external organisations. We very quickly needed to learn to speak geek.

next up… So What Do BA’s Actually Do??



The doors opened, and two bedraggled wet tourists rushed into the pub. Despite their resemblance to a pair of drowned rats, they were in high spirits as they called out for, “Two pints of your best larger and a pack ‘o crisps.”

How the publican heard their order above the blare from the footy on the TV, or the chaos from the crowded county inn, was anyone’s guess.

“Eh up! Another lot that I reckon needs a visit to the nut house.”

Robert threw his partner a cold stare. The kid they shackled him with was not only loud, he was xenophobic, homophobic, dysmorphophobic—and any other number of phobic’s that solidified him as a first-class twat. It was beyond him how Damien had been recruited into MI5. However, the agency had changed over the years, perhaps Britain had run out of people with brain cells to recruit.

“This is the Lake District,” said Robert, “tourists come here to walk through the hills and valleys. They expect the occasional downpour.”

Damien chugged back the last of his ale and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Igits! Why would they pay that much dosh to walk? You can do that at home… for free.”

Instead of killing his partner in any of the two dozen ways he knew to leave no trace, Robert fingered his watch and made contact with the silver triskele medallion fused to the back. Whenever his mind was in turmoil he used the triskele as an anchor. Not only did this mission not sit well with him, but he’d been saddled with a cocky agent who wanted to make his mark—anyway he could.

Maybe it’s time to think of a new career?

Damien threw himself back into his chair and glanced at the clock above the bar. “Are you sure she’ll turn up?”

Robert’s jaw tightened. “Have patience.”

“I have patience old man; I just don’t think your intel’s right. We should’ve done the job at her place.”

Robert leaned forward and placed his arms on his knees so that his hands were draped in the middle. “You know as well as I do, the house has surveillance everywhere. Whenever she comes up, she always calls in for a pub meal before heading back to London. She’s about to head through the most dangerous road in the UK, this is the perfect opportunity.”

“I just hope you’re right.” Damien reached for his empty glass and made a motion to stand. “The guvna will be pissed if she turns up at that hearing tomorrow. She’s a traitor to the crown and deserves what’s coming to her.”

Robert was thankful for the temporary reprieve when his partner headed to the bar for a refill. This was Damien’s second sanctioned assassination, and his… he’d lost count. Robert had carried out his fair share of targeted ops over the years. However, this one felt different. While the evidence against her was compelling, it was in direct contrast to the background information he’d unearthed.

“That rain hasn’t let up. I think that could work for us.” Damien set an ale down in front of him.

Robert’s brow furrowed. “I didn’t ask for another.”

“I know, but it’s your birthday. My shout.” Damien raised his glass. “Cheers, old man.”

“You do realise I’m only in my early forties?”

Damien shrugged. “Yep, but in spook years that’s like one hundred.”

You’re not half wrong.

Robert took a sip. It wouldn’t do to be half inebriated when their target turned up.

Twenty. Robert sighed. How did two decades go by that fast?

While the sixth of September wasn’t listed on his birth certificate, it was the day used for each undercover false identity. Over the years, it had stuck, and he’d never bothered to set them straight.

For Robert, the date was sacred. It was the day a stranger had given him the strength to live.

“Crikey… get a load of the jugs on that one,” said Damien.

“Keep your voice down,” Robert hissed as he glanced around. “We are supposed to keep a low profile; not having you attacked for inappropriate behaviour.”

After he was sure no one had paid attention to them, he reached for his beer and took a long drink. A stranger may have given him life, but this imbecile was going to put him in his grave.


A short while later Damien stiffened. “Heads up. Showtime.”

Robert flicked his eyes towards the door. Sure enough, there she was. Jennifer Martin—Jenni to her friends–barrister to alleged terrorists.

As she crossed the room, he was fascinated by her chestnut brown hair which fell in soft waves and lightly touched her shoulders. A far cry from her usual dark suit and severe bun. In this light, she looked more like a football mum than a high-priced member of the legal profession.

Damien reached for his beer, finished the glass and thumped it down with a bump and a loud burp. He rubbed his hands together. “Right you are. I’ll text you when I’m done.”

After Robert watched his partner make his way out the door with an eager bounce to his stride, he saw an opportunity and rose from his seat. Quickly manoeuvring himself to the bar he ordered a coke and asked for a menu.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.”

Robert swung his head around to discover a set of dark brown eyes peering over the menu she had hidden behind. “Pardon?”

“You looked like you were wrestling with the woes of the world.”

He smiled wryly. That’s one way of putting it.

Robert pointed to the menu. “I couldn’t work out what to order. Can you recommend anything?”

Jenni’s face softened and her lips curled into a warm smile. “Most of it’s tasty. Just keep away from the fish. Cook buggers it up—without exception.”

Robert glanced down to his copy and frowned. That only left a Beef and Stilton pie or a Tofu Salad.

Tofu Salad? The country’s going to hell in a hand basket!

The bartender took Jenni’s order. As she handed the menu back, her bracelet caught his eye—or rather, one of the charms had him riveted, unable to turn away. After an initial heart palpitation, he dismissed the familiar trinket as a figment of his imagination, pulled out a twenty pound note and ordered the pie.

“Good choice,” remarked Jenni once he had been given change.

Robert grinned. “Well, if it’s not, I’ll know who to blame.”

It took all his self-control not to take another look at her bracelet. It’s not the same one. It can’t be.

“Are you a local or just passing through?” he asked.

“I grew up around here. I’ve a place nearby and come up from London every now and then to get away from it all. What about you?”

He shrugged. “Just passing through.”

Jenni tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and his eye was once again polarised to the bracelet. In full view was a small silver triskele medallion. The exact replica of his.

Impossible. There were only three ever made.

Robert cleared his throat and hoped his voice didn’t falter. “That’s an interesting charm. It’s Celtic, isn’t it?”

She smiled and glanced at it. “That’s right, it’s a triskele.”

“It looks like an original.”

The smile she’d worn lost some of its shine. “It is. I made it a lifetime ago.” She fingered the triskele and looked like she was a thousand miles away. “Actually, I made three of them.”

Robert felt as if the world had just tilted on its axis and he was slipping over the edge.

A moment later, two plates were shoved towards them. “Serviettes and cutlery over on the sideboard,” said the publican pointing to their left.

Jenni reached for her order. “Thanks, Bruce.”

“No problems, Luv. A little birdie tells me it’s your birthday.”

Birthday! Robert broke out in a cold sweat.

Jennie sighed and rolled her eyes. “Ruby blabbered, did she?”

Bruce grinned crookedly and winked. Just then, a customer shouted from the other side of the bar and he smiled apologetically. “Gotta go, Luv. Mind yourself and be careful on the drive.”

“Will do.” She picked up her plate and scanned the area. From the way in which Jenni reached for her lemonade, she’d found a free table. She took a step before half turning to face him. “If you’re alone, you’re welcome to join me. The place is full, and the bar’s not exactly the nicest place to eat a meal.”

Robert tensed. This was against regulations. There was no way he should have any contact with a mark, let alone share a meal with her. His brain may have been fully behind the decision, but his feet were another matter entirely.

Once they sat, Jenni eyed up her plate. “I’m famished.”

Curious, Robert moved the conversation back to the triskele. There had to be a reasonable explanation. “You were telling me about the medallion.”

She looked up in surprise. “I was?”

“You made three of them?”

Jenni nodded and reached for her lemonade. “You know, the triskele harks back to ancient times and has been used in Celtic art for three thousand years.

“Why a triskele?”

Her face turned serious and the light in her eyes dimmed. “I lost my mum to cancer my last year at school. She died twenty years ago last January.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago.” Jenni rubbed the triskele between her fingers. “For the first few months after she passed I was a mess.

Her gazed dropped to the medallion. “My metal works teacher was a lovely old soul.” She laughed as if she’d just told a joke. “Actually, back then I thought he was a right plonker. But he kept on about the magic of the triskele. Somehow I became obsessed. I wanted to make something that would remind me of my mother. In the end, I had enough material to make three.”

A watery sheen clouded her eyes. “They took all the good people that year. My mum, Princess Di, Mother Theresa. You know, today’s the anniversary of Princess Diana’s funeral?”

Even though he’d never admit it, he did—in vivid detail.

“When she died in that car accident I was devastated. It triggered the loss of my mum all over again and I spent the entire day at the cemetry. Before I left, I buried one of the triskele’s I’d made by her gravestone. That way, we would always be connected through the one I’d kept for myself.” Jenni paused and took a breath. She blinked rapidly and focused on her plate. “When they announced that Princess Di’s funeral was on the same day as my birthday, I knew it was a sign. The third was for her.”

“What happened then?”

“We heard the news Mother Theresa had died.” Jenni sighed and leaned back in her chair. “The three strongest women I knew were gone. Each one of them wanted to make the world a better place—they did in their own way. After that year, the world was a little sadder, and I don’t think we ever got over it.”

“So did you leave the third triskele at the palace gates?”

“No. I made a promise that night to try and live up to their legacy and help those not as fortunate. That’s why I got into the profession I’m in. Instead, I wrote a letter and gifted the triskele to a stranger. I knew that mum, Di, and Theresa would guide it to the person that needed it the most.”

Robert’s chest began to thump. “And did you keep that promise?”

Her expression grew grim and her lips compacted into a thin line. “That depends on who you listen to. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years is that the truth differs depending on who’s in power.” Jenni pushed her empty plate forward. “But to answer your question, I’d like to think I’ve made my mother proud.”

Robert’s phone beeped and he glanced at the screen.


Jenni’s doomsday clock had moved closer to midnight. For the remainder of the meal Robert was so distracted he’d only taken in every fifth word of the conversation.

Once they were done, Jenni pushed back her chair. “It was lovely chatting to you, but I’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of me.”

“Of course. I didn’t mean to interrogate you like that.”

She smiled and waved it off as she stood. “No bother. It was nice to talk to someone about something other than work.” Jenni slipped her bag over her shoulder and extended a hand towards him. “I’m Jennifer by the way, and thank you for sharing a birthday dinner with me.”

He took the offered hand. It felt tiny within his as they shook. Instead of letting go, he held it a moment longer. “Robert, and you are welcome.”

She raised her chin, and the corners of her chocolate brown eyes crinkled as a warm smile beamed up at him. With reluctance, he let her hand go.

There was an awkward silence before Jenni readjusted her bag and her eyes darted away as if nervous. “Um… yes… well… better get a move on. Cheerio.”

Robert watched as she walked away. Each step she took was one step closer to her fate. Not for the first time today, he questioned his superior’s motives. There were too many unanswered questions: Why did they not want her to appear in court tomorrow? Why did they balk when they’d discovered she’d scheduled a press conference?

The big screen caught his eye. Images of Prince William and Harry as children walking behind their mother’s coffin, flashed across the screen.

Robert’s throat tightened, and a bead of sweat broke out across his forehead. He was twenty-two again. The familiar feeling of helplessness washed over him. After a lifetime of absence, it rose in all its glory nearly crippling him in the process.

It was a coward’s way out—he knew it then, and was all too aware of it now. Too young and too stupid to think there was any alternative, drugs and alcohol were his weapons of choice. He intended to drink himself into oblivion and down a bottle of sleeping tablets to finish the job.

He’d rifled through his flatmates’ rooms and stole enough money to spend his last night at a decent hotel. Unfortunately, having the money for a room was one thing, being able to find an available one was a different story altogether. Robert hadn’t believed his luck when he found a room at a small hotel near Piccadilly Circus.

By the time he discovered the letter, he’d already finished half a bottle of the cheapest whiskey he could find.

6th September 1997

Today is my birthday. This year we lost my mother. Last week we lost charity. Last night we lost faith. But today I cling to hope.

I have spent the better part of this year angry. Angry at my mother for dying; angry at the world for not finding a cure for her cancer; angry at myself for being angry.

Today this ends.

Anger is not going to bring my mother back, nor will it return Princess Di or Mother Therese. I have no doubt that they have a special place in heaven alongside my mum. They stand side by side with all those who have given far more than they took.

We get so caught up in our own grief we fail to understand that others are suffering as much, if not more, than us. As I look out on the faces of the people passing by, I can hear their hearts breaking. For too long have I wallowed in my own grief and self-pity. I’ve been standing on the outside looking in. A spectator. Too quick to criticise, too quick to judge, too quick to anger.

The world is spiralling downward into oblivion because of spectators like me. My plea to you, dear stranger, do not be a spectator. Make what you do count.

You will find a silver medallion in the envelope along with this letter. When I made them, I had no idea what the triskele truly signified. One rests in the earth with my mum, another will be my constant reminder of her and my link to all that she was, and all she represented. It is people like her whose shoulders we now stand upon.

The third was to be Princess Di’s. I planned to leave it with the rest of the offerings at Buckingham Palace, in hope it would make its way to her final resting place. Instead, it is my gift to you.

Know that you are not alone. Even in your darkest days goodness can be found. We just need to look a little harder. All is not lost. We have faltered but will recover and see the sun rise on another day.

It is only now I understand the true meaning of the triskele.

Past, Present, Future.

Father, Son, Holy Spirit.

Earth, Wind, Sky.

They all are strands of the threads that bind us. We need faith to guide us in our choices, charity to protect the weak, and hope to give us the will to carry on and leave this world a better place than we found it. None can exist without the other, and they bring balance to the universe.

My hope for you is that your life is filled with joy and love. May the triskele always remind you to not be a spectator. Make a difference.


The letter had resonated something in Robert’s half intoxicated, suicidal self. That day he chose life. He walked away from the depths of hell he had been born into, and enlisted in the armed forces. They educated him and gave him a purpose. While her majesty’s service had his gratitude, he owed Jenni his life.

But she’s a traitor! His rational self cried out in horror.

Are you sure about that?

Robert raked a hand through his hair. Right now, he wasn’t sure about anything. If he let her get in the car, her life was forfeit. Could he live with knowing that the very person who changed his life, and brought him back from the edge, was dead by his hands?

He glanced across the room. By now, Jenni had reached the exit after having stopped to chat. The moment her hand reached out for the door, Robert knew what he had to do—no matter the outcome.

Before she managed to fully open the door, Robert was across the room. He reached out, placed his hand over hers and pushed it closed. Her sudden yelp at his unexpected appearance turned a few customer’s heads.

“Do you know if there’s a back entrance to this place?” he asked with urgency. “We need to get out of here.”

Jenni’s surprise was mixed with confusion. “I think so. Why?”

Robert searched her face for any sign of deception. As he pulled his hand away from the door handle, the familiar grooves of his triskele brushed the back of his wrist. Words from the letter swam into his vision, and he briefly shut his eyes. When he opened them again, he met Jenni’s gaze.

“Because nothing is coincidence. Everything happens for a reason.”

Mikaela Bender

Mikaela Bender


Me: Mikeaela, firstly, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule. It’s very much appreciated. I had Jessica Woodcock recently contact me suggesting I interview you in my Author Spotlight series, she is a huge fan of yours and is really enjoying Expiration. Having started to read it, I can see why.

Mikeaela: I’m so honored that you asked me! Also thank you, Jessica, for giving me that shout out and thanks for reading Expiration Date! Okay, I’ll try to stop with the exclamation points.

Who is Mikaela Bender? – Tell us a little about yourself.

I’m a senior in high school who has been homeschooled my whole life. I haven’t been writing for too long. I started when I was fourteen, so I absolutely give God all the credit for any blessing that happens to me with writing. I’ve always been the shy girl, the quiet one, the one who speaks up only every so often. That is until you get to know me and then I won’t shut up. What I love about Wattpad is that on there, I’m not the shy, introverted girl I’ve always been. I can be bolder and braver, and having readers gives me the confidence that people want to hear what I have to say.

How long have you been writing and what motivates you to write?

Well like I said, I was fourteen. A few months before I started writing I had to write a short story for school, but I don’t consider that to be when I started. I started when the motivation for me to write was me wanting to. Somehow I got it in my head that the first thing I wanted to write was a novel. But, hey, I did it and I was hooked.

What motivates me is writing scenes that I have been planning for a long time. It may still be four chapters before that next part I’ve been dying to write, but it’s there and I just have to keep typing. Also my readers on Wattpad. Knowing there are people who want to read the next chapter is what encourages me to write a new chapter each week

What is it about the Science Fiction genre that fascinates you the most? Where do you get your inspiration?

I think it’s the possibilities. With fantasy it can be hard when trying to establish rules for magic and being sure to follow social customs for the time period you’re writing about. With science fiction, you don’t have to be a scientist to write it. You can make the laws of science, you can bend them and break them, and all because of that word fiction. I also love reading young adult alien stories. My favorite is the Cage by Megan Shepherd. As far as motivation, I draw it from other books, movies, TV shows, and they don’t specifically have to be science fiction.

Expiration Date, a Wattpad featured novel and sitting at #2 in Science Fiction, has a very chilling premise — that we know from the day we are born when we are going to die. Where did the idea for the story come from?

I really wanted to write a story on Wattpad. I also wanted to get my best friend to write. So we looked up prompts on one of my boards on Pinterest and found a prompt close to what you wrote the premise as. My friend said that was her favorite. So I asked her questions like how old the character should be and if she liked this name or that. A few minutes later, I started writing and would ask her what she thought. My goal in her writing it too never happened though. I never thought that a year and a half later I would have put so much of me into Expiration Date. I had no idea where I was going to go with that prompt.

Prompts are interesting because they’re usually one sentence, but every person takes a story on a different path. And the path I’ve been on with it has been a blast to write. I never expected to feel so connected with each of the characters. I don’t want the story to end because I don’t want to say goodbye to them.

What long term plans do you have for Expiration Date? Should we expect to see it on bookstore shelves in the future?

I may or may not have plans for more books in the series. Expiration Date is combined with its sequel Expired as a duology on Wattpad. They can be found in the same book on the website. The stories are so entwined that they’re more like one big book. I had to split them up though if I was ever going to publish them. That said, I do hope to publish them one day. My goal would be to traditionally publish them. If that does happen, I would love to be able to leave them up on Wattpad in their unpublished versions.
Currently, you have two other stories you are posting to Wattpad – Insurrection & My Best Friend’s Werewolf. Do you find it difficult to write multiple stories at once? How do you prepare yourself to focus on an individual story at any given time, considering ideas for your other stories would be clamouring to get out?
Oh my goodness, yes! It’s difficult! I had made a promise to myself not to start another novel until I finished the first draft of my current project. But after I reached the end of the first draft for Expiration Date and before I started the sequel, I really wanted to write more on Wattpad. So I continued a short story that I had posted, Insurrection, and around the same time I started a werewolf book, My Best Friend’s Werewolf, because I was eager to write one. I then started the sequel to Expired and that became my main focus, because I had the most readers on it. The hardest thing about writing multiple books is time. To prepare myself to focus on a story, I like to think and to partly act out the scene before writing it so I feel pumped to express it on the page (or my iPhone).

Do you have any strange writing habits (like having to wear a particular outfit when writing or circling your desk three times before sitting down to write)?

I don’t have any strange writing habits before starting to write, which is a real blessing because if I did, my OCD would get out of control and I would probably never get around to writing. I do have a habit while writing though. It’s not a full-fledged habit, but when I’m tired I’ll start writing about sleep and how good it sounds to my characters. That’s when I realize I need to go to bed.

Do you think that writing on a platform such as Wattpad has helped you grow as a writer?

I’ve been told that writing online won’t allow me to grow as a writer, but it has. It’s given me confidence in my writing. Since starting to write on Wattpad, I haven’t had as much time to read the books on my bookshelf which I regret, because every time I read a published and polished book, my writing improves so much. Ever since I started writing, I was always worried that my age would inhibit me from being accepted as a writer, and that my writing wouldn’t matter. But with Wattpad, people don’t see my age. They simply judge me based on my writing. I can see the difference and growth between the first chapters of Expiration Date and the latest chapters of Expired. Though now that I’ve rewritten the first twenty-eight chapters, I’ve really seen how I’ve grown. Reaching one thousand words for a chapter used to be extremely rare, now it’s not passing one thousand words that’s rare.

Wattpad also has given me a following which will really help if I ever publish.

What advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

This is mainly for Wattpad; not everyone is going to like what you decide to do with your story, but what you have to remember is that unless you’re being paid, you are writing for yourself and are choosing to share your story. I’m not saying don’t listen to constructive criticism, but remember to stay true to your story.

I know you have probably heard to write every single day. I’m going to tell you not to. Let me explain. Write every day that you want to and even if it’s only a tiny bit. But if there’s a day that you really do not want to write, don’t. Don’t kill the joy of writing by making it a chore.

Now, apart from creating the term Authorgirling, is there any other interesting fact we might not know about you?

You made me laugh. I actually want to be a publisher. I want to go to work every day surrounded by stories. I want to help tell those stories. This is kind of random (I had to dig down deep). I was an extra in the movie Letters to God, so I had the chance to spend time on movie sets. That’s the extent of my interestingness.

Thank you again for having me! To everyone reading, I hope you found something in here that speaks to you. If you haven’t been on Wattpad, give it a look.


Kristin Jacques

Kristin Jacques

Kristin Jacques is a Wattpad Featured author, a Wattys winner and soon to be published author with her novel ‘Zombies Vs Aliens’. Firstly, thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule to chat with us today.

krazydiamond.128.564548Who is Kristin Jacques ? – Tell us a little about yourself.

I am a thirty year old mother of two who has aspired to be an author for many years. There have been many dirty jobs in the interim, from stall mucker to dry cleaner. I have hermit tendencies, am a huge gaming and comic nerd, and I have a not so secret book addiction. Our closets are full of stacks of books… The kindle helps me hide it better. Sometimes my hair is blue.


How long have you been writing and what motivates you to write?

I have been penning stories forever. I used to dictate stories to my mother, which she would type up and give to me to illustrate. I still have one kicking around of my superhero dog stopping the lily pad thieves. I was his sidekick. Motivation? Writing isn’t just therapeutic. If I don’t write at all over a week I feel twitchy. There is a passion for story telling, but I would continue to write in some form no matter what.


Congratulations on the upcoming release of Zombies vs Aliens! Can you tell us a little about your particular path to publishing? What’s been the best and worst parts of the process?

The worst feeling is the rejection slips, though some are helpful. The best feeling is after they’ve read your sample and ask for the rest. There was a lot of research about the type of press I wanted to query. I hoped to find someone who would allow me to keep Z vs A on wattpad in some form, even if I had to temporarily take it down. In the end, I felt more comfortable with the structure of smaller publishing houses. They have a different author/publisher relationship and timeline than larger houses. There are pros and cons to both, but in the end I went with a budding small press.


What is it about the Science Fiction/Fantasy genre that fascinates you the most?

The ‘what if’ scenario of speculative fiction has always been the biggest draw of the genre. In storytelling and reading tastes, I often veer towards the fantastic intruding on the everyday setting or normal people being thrust into fantastical situations. There is something about dropping the average Joe/Jane in Narnia and watching them freak out that will never cease to entertain me. There is also an endless well of possibilities and angles in fantasy and sci fi.


Marrow Charm, a 2015 Watty’s Winner, takes a pivotal moment in our history and adds a KrazyDiamond twist to give us an alternate timeline. Where did you get the inspiration for the story?

While some of the monsters and imagery come straight out of my noggin and nightmares, there is a comic book influence to the alternate history aspect. The idea of Nazis messing with occult magic is not a new one, I wanted to tinker with the idea of what happened if no one stopped them. If they opened the door and no one closed it.


What is the most challenging part of the writing process for you and how do you overcome it?

For me the most challenging aspect is making it to the finish line of a first draft. I have an absurd amount of unfinished works, many of them over halfway done. I start to poke at earlier chapters, I start to doubt the worth of the story as a whole. I start to second guess everything that went into it. I have to put blinders on and keep plowing ahead or I get caught up in my own self doubt.


Do you think that writing on a platform such as Wattpad has helped you grow as a writer?

This is a big fat yes. Without the initial pushes and comments from readers on Wattpad, I would never have finished Zombies vs Aliens. I was working on the book for nearly two years before posting it on the site. It had shifted from straight horror, to dark humor, but I had no confidence in its draw for an audience. This was before it took off, when I had a handful of other writers and readers on the site who reached out and encouraged me to keep going. For a struggling artist, it really only takes that handful of people backing you to keep you going. Aside from the incredible community, I have learned a lot about the writing process and business as a whole from interacting with other writers on the site.


What advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

In the immortal words of Jason Nesmith: “Never give up, never surrender.” Seriously though, the worst thing you can do to yourself as a writer is give up. I shot myself in the foot for years before I found a way to keep going. If self doubt is the weight that keeps you down, find a community that bolsters you up. This is a very lonely profession, but it doesn’t mean you can’t reach out for support.


What is your most memorable moment on Wattpad?

Back in ye old November, I remember being at work and getting an email notification of people posting ‘congrats’ on my wall. I had no idea what was going on so I peeked on the computer and found out I received a Watty. I quietly retreated to the back room so I could squeal like a teenage girl flipping out in my head.


What books have most influenced your life most?

Some of the biggest influences include Tamora Pierce and Diana Wynne Jones. These two ladies wrote some of the strongest female protagonists I’ve ever read, especially for a teenage audience. Lovely, flawed, heroines I aspire to create. Sophie from Jones’s Howl’s Moving Castle was a personal favorite, as well as Alanna from Pierce’s Song of the Lioness Quartet.


Now, apart from being an amazing and prolific writer, is there any other interesting fact we might not know about you?

I know a little bit of several languages but am fluent in none. I have a collection of fake mustaches. This is rivaled by my collection of silly hats.

Ana Simons

Ana Simons

Who is Ana Simons? – Tell us a little about yourself.

Ana is the mother of the most awesome twins in the world (Do I sound biased saying this?) The girl keeps claiming she’s older than he is, the boy says he just let her go first, because he’s a gentleman and someone had to hold the door open. They’re turning 13 this month and I’ve the feeling time few by.

Ana is also married to a guy who has more faith in her writing skills than she has. They’ve known each other since they were 12, certainly because her best friend had huge a crush on him, on the coolest hockey player in the 7th grade. But they only started dating many, many years after that.

She lives in southern Europe, in a quiet and friendly town, blessed with a lot of sun, sandy beaches and the bluest ocean. She loves football/soccer. She suffers a lot when her national team plays and goes wild when her kid throws a ball into the net.

Ana studied English and German Studies at the university where she now works as a teacher.


What draws you to writing in ChickLit/Romance?

Yes, I do tend to gravitate to this genre, but only to books with some depth, with some truth about the way we’re living our lives. That means I have a clear preference for more realistic settings and everyday characters with whom I can relate. I like when I can see parts of myself in the fictional lives of the characters, when I can observe their behaviour in certain situations, how they interact with each other within the several social groups they belong to, how they respond to societal norms or trends… I particularly enjoy when there’s a pinch of irony mixed with humour as a strategy to portray the society we’re living in. And a dash of romance, of course, always makes it so much more fun. Just like in real life.


The Iceberg Theory is an emotional rollercoaster. As a reader, you ride the highs and lows with the characters. What inspired you to write The Iceberg Theory?

Thank you, I’m glad I was able to make you feel that way, to have you involved and feeling the emotions of the characters.

Well, I was inspired by some real life events I either experienced or observed, by stories I’ve heard, by ideas and concepts that make me wonder or intrigue me. Then I added a completely fictional love story I would fancy reading myself to the mix and weaved it all together.


Is there a message in The Iceberg Theory that you want readers to grasp?

This theory has been used in different fields, namely in psychology by Freud, anthropology and culture studies by Edward T. Hall, even in literature by Hemingway. Here, it suggests that our perceptions rarely correspond to the whole truth, because it’s part of our human nature to hide much more than we allow the others to see. The iceberg analogy, the fact that there’s much more underneath the surface than we actually observe floating on the ocean, underlies the love story between the two main characters, who actually want to go down there and know the other at deeper levels. And it can also be applied the story itself, because readers are not reading what they think they’re reading; the true meaning of it all is hidden in the last chapters of the book…


The Iceberg Theory is a Wattpad Featured story. Would you say that learning it was going to be featured was your most memorable moment on Wattpad? If not, what has been?

It was indeed one of the most memorable moments. It felt as if someone was finally validating my work. And, of course, the level of exposition it gets allows it to have a wider reach and a higher number of readers these days.

But there’s always a sort of bitter-sweet taste associated with it too. It won’t ever reach those amazing numbers some authors get, and I guess I won’t ever know if it’s because it’s not good enough or if it’s because it’s meant for a more adult audience who, according to my perception, are not the largest slice in Wattpad’s demography pie chart…

Other memorable moments happened within the LOL+35 group. There was this day I was struggling so hard to write my very first sort of steamy scene, that I asked the gals how they had dealt with it. Everyone cheered me up, some letting me know that they hadn’t done it yet either and that, sure, they would feel uncomfortable too; others gave me some helpful advice, and someone reminded me that I should definitely avoid what is often done in other books: things that aren’t anatomically possible! That cracked us all up and when in the afternoon I announced that it was done, glasses were raised. It felt everyone was pulling for me. Awesome.


Do you have any strange writing habits (like having to wear a particular outfit when writing or circling your desk three times before sitting down to write)?

No… though I have the feeling that things flow better when I manage to start writing right in the morning, still with my pyjamas on…LOL


What advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Read, read and then read again. There’s no other way. And if you’re not a native speaker like myself, make sure you have learnt all grammar rules, and keep studying all those idioms, idiomatic structures and phrasal verbs that sure can drive us all crazy…


What secret talents do you have?

None in particular… Well, I’m fluent in four different languages. Does that count?


What are your future plans for The Iceberg Theory? Should we expect to see it in a bookstore in the foreseeable future?

Yes, I’m still thinking about that possibility. As soon as I finish my second book, I will decide how I will do it.


And, final question. Because it’s February and the month of ‘Love’, would you say you’ve been lucky in love?

Of course I have, I’ve got a great family. We’re all loud and crazy, down-to-earth and grounded people who really appreciate each other. And we’re all visiting Paris next month! What more could a girl want? J

Erica Laurie

Erica Laurie

ericalaurie.128.471793Who is Erica Laurie? – Tell us a little about yourself.

In my day to day life, I identify myself as a wife and mother who likes to dream up stories. Whether it is dragon hunting, visiting the wood elves, or recording the events and stories of my imaginary friends.

When and why did you being writing?

I’ve long been a scribbler.  I was published for the first time in a literary magazine for kids by kids. I’m proud of that accomplishment, although after earning a nice stack of rejection slips, and a few handwritten notes on said rejection slips encouraging me to keep writing, I stopped writing stories. Instead, I became an avid journal keeper. That I kept up until 2010 when I was pregnant with my daughter, and I was dealing with a bad case of insomnia. So during the night when I should have slept, I took to writing a story by letter that I would email to my cousin daily about a girl named Cecilia who discovered she could wield magic. My cousin responded by writing me one, and then I did NaNoWriMo a few times, and had fun. I didn’t always hit the 50k goal line, but I did reach personal goals.

Do you think that writing on a platform such as Wattpad has helped you grow as a writer?

Oh yes. I don’t think Eun Na and the Phantom’s first draft would have made it to a finished story  without wattpad. Those early readers, and making friends who also love watching Korean dramas and writing stories like that made such a big difference. It helped keep me going,.

Eun Na and the Phantom is now a featured story on Wattpad. How did the story come about? What inspired you to write it?

Well, I love historical fantasy Korean dramas and I wanted to write one. I had run across some folktales online, and while they were not happy ever after stories, a few of them stuck with me. One of them became the very basic idea behind Eun Na and the Phantom,
So, with this folktale the logger’s daughter agrees to marry an unknown to them handsome gentleman since he’ll pay their debt. She doesn’t even look at him. Turns out in his tunnel he’s a shaggy phantom with eyes that gleam blue, and outside of his tunnel a handsome young man.  He makes her clean and cook, and she’s unkind to him. The daughter eventually tricks him and steals his money and returns home. I thought it was dreadful. But it kept nagging me. What if the daughter loved the phantom? Why was the young man a phantom?  So I started with the debt idea, and that the logger’s daughter would marry the phantom without discovering he was a phantom. And had a lot of fun creating the basic mythology in the world, adding dragons, deciding on what customs I wanted. I wanted it to be noticeable Korean in tribute to the sources that inspired me.

Eun Na and the Phantom has some wonderful artwork developed for the characters. Can you tell us a little about the process of extracting Mao from your imagination, and having him visualized so beautifully in the illustrations?

Aww, thanks.  I basically tried to draw Mao myself and I reached out on Deviant art, as well as on facebook to artists. I selected two and pretty much told them what I wanted and said “show me what you can do.” It was talking with them that it really happened.  I couldn’t be happier with the art. Now I just need a clay figurine for the mantel, and maybe a plush…
Mao was a lot of fun to write, and I’ve been pleasantly surprised and pleased to see him so loved. Mao was truly inspired, because he just really had a life of his own. The story really needed him too.

Can you tell us about your future plans for Eun Na and the Phantom?

I’m planning to indie publish late winter/early spring as an ebook.  The paperback I hope to have illustrated, but it really depends on if the art prints well using a POD service.
I did shop around, and had a few nibbles. But the general feedback was while they enjoyed the story, I needed to take the Korean out to make it marketable as Asian fantasy doesn’t sell.

Are you working on any other stories at the moment?

Yes I am. The coolest thing (to me) about writing and exploring the ideas is I get questions of things to look up and research. And since I would love to someday write Joseon Romances  (not unlike sweet Regency Romances), although I’m writing fantasy right now, all this digging and world creating will help me learn about Korea.

If you could travel anywhere, where would you go and why?

I bet anybody reading this far is going to think Seoul, South Korea. And yes, I would love to go there someday. But I’ve barely begun to learn Korean, and right now, I really want to travel with my family.  So if I today I could travel anywhere, I would pick Salt Lake City, Utah. And the why is because I could take my kids. I could take them to Temple Square, we could ride the light rail. We could go to Thanksgiving Point and check out the Natural History Museum and the dinosaurs.  The last time I was there it was a very new and small museum. And we could see the Ocean Aquarium in Salt Lake.  I could take them to the Mount Timpanogos Temple at night and show them where it looks like the mountain pinches the moon as it rises.

What is your most memorable moment on Wattpad?

Let me think… you know, I think it’s the little moments when a reader leaves a comment about how much they loved your story. Or they say a character is so awesome they love them. (And even when they cheered when the bad guy gets his reward.)

What books have most influenced your life most?

This is a bit of a hard one.
Beat the Turtle Drum by Constance C. Greene is one.  “Nothing will ever be the same again. Joss is dead,” is a line that really stuck out for me that I remember it years later. It could so easily be, “Nothing will be okay again.” Because that line is so true to what you feel. I was 9 when my sister died suddenly in an accident. Nothing is, or will be the same.
I’m sure I read others, but other significant titles that really shaped my entry into wonderful world of books include: A Summer to Die by Lois Lowry, and Nobody’s Fault by Patricia Hermes. From a short period of time that I vaguely remember living, yet is etched so permanently in time with such loss and sorrow, these books carried me though.

Taylor Lowe

Taylor Lowe

jilguera.128.91628Who is Taylor Lowe? – Tell us a little about yourself.

I moved around a lot as a kid but spent the most time in Tennessee in the US but I did live ten years in a small village in Spain. So I can speak fluently Spanish. I have a degree in Criminal Investigation and currently working as a security guard. I’m married and have three kids.

How long have you been writing and what motivates you to write?

I first started writing when I was about fourteen/fifteen, however after my first story (a girl who grew angel wings) I stopped writing for a while. I didn’t pick it back up until about four years ago when I discovered Wattpad. I don’t know what got me started writing but when I found Wattpad, I was curious to see what people thought of my first story. After that, I fell in love with writing and connecting with readers.

You have three books in the Therianthrope series. Can you tell us how did the story come about? What inspired you to write it?

This was one of those moments where an idea simply popped into my head. A monster werewolf in the world of fluffy werewolves, so to speak, and wouldn’t go away. I decided to write it down and go with it because at the time I was rather frustrated with the werewolf genre. At that time it seemed that the genre was all teen romance and I wanted to read something more mature and grittier. So I decided to write my own.

Can you tell us a little about the stories you are currently working on?

Well currently I’m in the progress of writing the first draft of 5 different stories. I have new ideas popping into my head all the time and I can’t resist writing and posting them to wattpad. However, my book Bow Echo is what I’m working on with the idea of trying to get it to be traditionally published. It’s a paranormal/urban fantasy with a nymph as the Main Character.

You write in multiple genres. Do you find it difficult to switch from one to another? What inspired you to write in your chosen genres?

Honestly, not too much because I don’t think about genres when I start to write. I only worry about that later. My inspiration to write in the genres I do write in usually comes from my mood and the idea. If I’m in a sappy mood, I usually end up writing a romcom type of story like He’s My Tank or if I’m in a more serious mood I end up writing more of Therianthrope type stories. However Fantasy/Paranormal I have to say is my favorite.

Do you think that writing on a platform such as Wattpad has helped you grow as a writer?

Yes, I think it has. Especially in the mechanical sense. Speaking with people who were willing to edit my work, reading their corrections has helped me grow. Reading the feedback from my readers as well shown me what works with my writing and what hasn’t.

Are you a pantster or a plotter? Do you think serialized writing has helped you lean towards your preferred method?

I’m a pantster for the most part. I’ve tried plotting but so far it hasn’t worked too well with me. Usually it’s when I’m writing that I have those “Oh this could be good if I…” Whereas writing an outline I often find I’m hit with writer’s block. I don’t think serializing writing has made me lean majorly in one way or another. It has made me want to try to be a bit more of a plotter, especially with Bow Echo as I have certain things I want to do with the series.

What advice can you give to those that are just starting out on their online writing journey?

Many people are going to tell you to never ever get near clichés but that’s not true. Cliches are your training wheels. They will help you get settled into writing and into finding your voice. Also listen to your readers and critiquers. They are trying to help you and your first story is always going to have issues and you’re going to fall into the typical first story mistakes that most readers either hate or simply don’t enjoy. So simply try to learn from their feedback.

What is your most memorable moment on Wattpad?

I’ve been there a while so I can think of a few things. I guess I would have to say my most memorable would be He’s My Tank got into the finals for the Wattys in 2012. Back then there was special voting by us, the users, for the Wattys and I couldn’t believe it had actually gotten into the finals. It was really amazing and I really felt validated with that.

What books have most influenced your life most?

I guess the books that have most influenced my life is Katie’s Hellion by Lizzy Ford. Well it was more the author I suppose but this book and realizing Indie authors really can get out there really inspired me write and try to get out there. Also White Trash Zombie Books have also influenced me. In a world where fantasy/paranormal seemed to be a vampire/witch/werewolf world this series really inspired me to try to branch out with new ideas which is how Bow Echo came about.

Catrina Burgess

Catrina Burgess

I was very fortunate this week to interview the queen of the board game Stratego, and author of the Dark Rituals series – Catrina Burgess. Awakening, the first in the series was recently rated at #3 on Amazon in the Teen Horror category. Read on to find out more..


Who is Catrina Burgess? – Tell us a little about yourself.

Hmm, well I’m a 49 years-old Amazon (It’s true I’m six feet 2 inches tall) who like to write stories about ghosts and paranormal stuff. My favorite color is red, and I’m currently addicted to Jessica Jones series on Netflicks.

How did Awakening and the Dark Rituals Series come about?

I came down with Chronic Fatigue and was very sick. I was too sick to write for the first three years I had CF. But every year I got a little better. When I finally could write again, I started working on a story about a girl who stumbles into a magic shop desperate to gain the Dark Arts. Colina’s story was a lifeline for me. When you have CF, you have a problem sleeping, and there were many nights I was up in the week hours. Now I had Colina and her friends to keep me company. I worked away on the story often late at night, during the witching hour. There are four books in the Dark Ritual series.  I’m still sick with CF, but every year I get a little bit better. And one day I hope to have a full recovery.

Awakening was recently ranked at # 3 in teen horror.  What was running through your mind when you saw how high it had reached?

It was amazeballs! I was so excited to see it reach #3 on Amazon teen horror. The best part was knowing more people would be reading about Colina’s adventures.

There are four books in the Dark Rituals Series.  Which one is your favorite and why?

I love Possession book 2. It was my favorite until I wrote Legion book 4. Now I have to say I love book four the best. I love all the fight scenes. I love seeing Colina come into her powers.

Can you tell us a little about the process you had to go through to get the Dark Rituals books published?

After Awakening won Best Suspense story in the Wattpad writing contest in 2014, I got contacted by Full Fathom Five publishing. They saw the story and were interested in acquiring the whole series.

Writing is a draining process at the best of times.  I understand that you suffer from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.  How do you manage to juggle writing, promoting your published work as well as have a life?

I don’t have a life. LOL, It took me two years to write all four books in the dark rituals series. And most of this year has been spent working on the publisher edits for them. As we speak, I’m working away on the edits for book four. With CF, I have to take a lot of breaks in between doing things. I try not to worry about what I can’t get done and just try to get as much done as I can ever day. Sometimes it’s hard especially the month a book comes out, and you have to spend a great deal of time promoting it. There are days the fatigue is so bad I can’t get any work done. On those days, I try to rest and not stress about all the things I should be doing.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your stories/books?

That writing is a lot of hard work. I always thought that writers wrote only on days they were inspired. When you start working on your first book, you realize that you have to write on days when you don’t feel like writing at all. There are times when you are in the middle of working on a book and you wonder—can I do this? Can I really get this book done? Those are times when you just have to get stubborn and decided you are going to work and keep working until the book is done. And then when it’s done you realize that’s only half the process. Now you have to edit and polish the whole thing. Did I mention writing is hard? 😉

Is there a message in your novels that you want readers to grasp?

Yes, there is. No matter how dark your life gets, never give up. Always keep fighting. Always keep surviving. It’s what I admire most about Colina. She never gives up.

What are your plans after Legion has been published?

I’m going to work on a  New Adult contemporary that’s been buzzing around in my head. And then I have more stories planned in the Dark Rituals world. A prequel set in the 1920’s which will be a huge challenge to write. I’ve never worked on a historical before. And then a sequel to the Dark Rituals that’s set in the future. It will have new characters and a few of the characters from the Dark Rituals in it.

Can you tell us about your most memorable moment on Wattpad?

Being one of ten winners in the Wattpad Prize contest in 2104. I’ve never won a writing contest before. It was so amazing. I remember when I found out I danced around the house. 😉

Catrina, thank you for your time today. I know you are very busy and I appreciate you taking time out of your busy day.

Catrina AKA Chaoscat
(Chaos – It’s not just a lifestyle, it’s a state of mind)
Writing YA Paranormal/Horror as Catrina Burgess
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Nicole Sturgill

Nicole Sturgill

Today I have the pleasure of interviewing Nicole Sturgill many of you may know her better as conleyswifey, author of Dancing with the Devil which was a 2014 Watty’s award winner.

I was first introduced to Nicole’s writing through her Lone Wolf series of stories, only to discover that she had a raft of other books on Wattpad.

NicoleSturgillWho is Nicole Sturgill? – Tell us a little about yourself.

Who am I? Wow… I wish I knew for sure! I’m a wife and mother. I’m a sister. I’m an anxiety ridden woman prone to bouts of depression. I love to laugh. I am a loner but I crave my family. I’m a contradiction…. I’m human.

I understand you have a ball python.  I just have to ask, what made you decide to get a snake?

🙁 I no longer have that ball python. He moved on to the great snake jungle in the sky. Honestly, i’d always been a little afraid of snakes until I met Colt. He changed my way of thinking. I held him and he curled around my arm and it was love! 🙂 I’d love to have another!

By my count you have published seventeen of your stories and you have written at least twice that.  Where did your love of storytelling and writing come from?  When did you first begin writing?

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I’ve always loved to read a good story and write a good story.

The first story I really remember writing was when I was about 10 and it was about a blind dog named Rajah who saved a young girl from a fire and found her forever home. I’m not sure where the love of it came from, but I’m very grateful I have it!

Your stories are predominantly Historical Romance or Historical Paranormal.  The common element is they are all centered around the pioneering wild west. Why did you choose to write in these two genres?  How do you balance the two?

I think i lived a past life in the wild west. I truly do. I connect with that era. The struggles and hardships along with the strength and perseverance really speak to me.

Writing stories set in that era seems come naturally and I don’t have to force it so that’s what I tend to stick with…. and who doesn’t love a hot werewolf/vampire/hunter cowboy?

Of all your books, which one is your favorite and why?

I don’t know if I could pick a favorite! But I’ll have to say the entire ‘Breaking Series’. That was my first time writing something so long and interwoven and those characters truly became my babies and still live on in my head even though those stories are over.

My husband likes to say that I am Brody Atkinson with boobs… if you’ve read ‘The Breaking Series’ then you’ll understand why I’m still uncertain if that’s a compliment or an insult.

What do you most struggle with when writing?

My biggest struggle is keeping myself focused on one story so i can finish it! I have thousands of ideas in my head. It truly is like 1000 movie screens playing between my ears all day and all night and I have to do the best I can to only pick one of those movie screens and tune out the rest.

The struggle is real, y’all!

Do you think that writing on a platform such as Wattpad has helped you grow as a writer?

Wattpad has definitely helped me grow as a writer! Gosh! The readers, for the most part, are amazing and supportive. Some will remember teaching me the difference between then and than because I misused the two terribly. (I blame it on my redneck dialect).

I’ve learned so much about character development and how much detail is too much. That’s why, even though I’m a published author now, I still post everything new I write on wattpad first. I still have plenty of learning and growing left to do

What is your most memorable moment on Wattpad?

I can’t pick out just one in particular but I love when the readers leave comments that test my characters and really delve into the story.

Yes, hearing that the chapter was good is nice but those comments that really get into the flesh and blood of my characters and story line are my favorite… even if i don’t always agree with them!

What advice can you give to those that are just starting out on their online writing journey?

Listen to your readers but stay true to yourself. Your readers can help you to grow and learn but there are some that want to change you, some that want to bring you down and some that just have nothing better to do than be annoying–learn the good readers from the bad readers!

Take constructive criticism and roll with it. But, above all, stay true to what feels right to you. Readers might get angry if you kill a loved character or if your character makes terrible mistakes, but if that’s the story that’s speaking to you then that’s what needs to happen!

Don’t let your readers dictate your story line.

What’s next for you?  What are you working on now?

Right now  I am working on a story called ‘Saraphine’. It is about the life of a slave girl in the mid-1850’s. I have high hopes for this one 🙂

What authors and books have most influenced your life?

Jack London was my favorite author when I was a child. I read ‘The Call of the Wild’ until my book absolutely fell apart and I recently read it with my 10 year old son and he loved it as well. I can remember sneaking my grandmothers Cassie Edwards ‘Savage’ books from her closet when i would stay with her and reading them. I remember wanting to create love like that in stories.


Nicole, thank you for your time.  It was a pleasure to get to know you better.