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(I don't think my brain's every going to accept it's 2015 and not 2014.)

June is going to be the month when I get back to writing original fiction. This is important to me, because I think it's part of the reason I've been feeling so adrift at the moment, although I know it's not the whole reason. Even though Trevor died in March I'm still coming to terms with that. For those of you who don't know Trevor's my father and we had a difficult relationship. His death was unexpected, even though he was ill, so it's still something I'm learning to accept. I won't get any random texts, or annoying emails, or hear from him again at all. I'm not going to get into that too much, as it's not the reason I started this post - although it does connect. No one knows when their death might come and there's still so much I want to write. Even though I should still have 20 or more years to go there are no guarantees, but I'm one of those people who doesn't view spending an hour playing a video game as wasting time if that's what you want to be doing. Enjoying life, to me, is one of the most important things, and I enjoy writing more than anything else, which is why I want to be writing more.

One of the certainties I have is that I'm a very fast writer. I can write 10,000 words in four hours, as long as I'm writing a story I connect with. Even if I don't the base is around 8,000 words in four hours, because my lowest limit is 2000 words an hour, if I'm focusing on writing rather than anything else. My top is 12,000 words in four hours. Due to this I should be able to do the things I want to be doing - the problem is the distractions of life. There's doggy day care. There's James. There's having to look after the house. There's spending time with my family. All of this adds together to make it far too easy for me to lose focus on what I want to be doing around the ghostwriting. It's the reason I'm thinking an office would be good for me. It will be somewhere purely for work and nothing else.

The rest of this is going behind a cut, as I have spoken about all this before, so I don't want to bore anyone.

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This entry is part 28 of 36 in the Afterlife collection

Richard had heard of the Rainbow Lake, but he hadn’t visited it himself. It was somewhere he wanted to take Caitlyn, when he had a chance, because he knew she’d like it. After Charis had moved on he found himself focusing entirely on his job, so he didn’t have to get close to anyone, and he was hoping that by being friendless Death he would be able to put everyone off – then Samael had knocked on his door, the angel who had walked away, which had changed things more than he’d ever expected them to. Sighing, Richard ran a hand through his hair. If it hadn’t been for Sam and his insistence that even Death needed friends he would never have been in the position that he was when Caitlyn found him sitting on the night beach.

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Getting away from my chaperon was one of the hardest parts of going to the school, but I knew I needed to be there and in order for that to happen I’d needed to agree to having someone watch over me. I felt sorry for Alban, because every time I managed to escape him he got hauled in front of the head once more, but that didn’t stop me from leaving him behind once more as I stalked across the field. Even though I could hear him calling my name, sounding angrier than I’d ever heard him sound, I kept going, as I was going to be later, again, for my appointment. Thankfully my mentor was understanding.

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It wasn’t a surprise. Kara sat in the office of the Unity house she’d died in and smiled at Richard as he walked into the room. He smiled back, sitting down next to her, with his back against the wall and his knees up against his chest. They’d met before, the first and second times she’d died, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he started trying to convince her that she should move on, but for a while they simply sat together in companionable silence. Even though she knew why he was there she was grateful for the company.

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This entry is part 25 of 33 in the Afterlife collection

Slowly Caitlyn walked through her eldest daughter’s home, unable to stop herself from checking on the people she cared about. They should have all been asleep, as it was well past midnight, and it wasn’t until she entered twelve-year-old Avery’s room that she realised that anyone wasn’t. A smile lit up Avery’s face and Caitlyn couldn’t stop herself from smiling back. She should have known that her psychic granddaughter would be awake on the day she chose to visit.

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The voice startled Joe out of his reverie. ‘Hello, Joe.’ It seemed to be coming from his mind, but he knew it wasn’t him, so he turned and standing behind him was another dog. ‘It’s time for you to move on now.’

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