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June 1, 2013

Joseph asks…

Ok, I started to write a book a while back?

but it is terrible lol, I will have to rewrite the whole first 2 chapters, but I dont know about this one, its chapter 3. story is a girl who has landed a job in New York as a stylist. She is just setteling in, in this chapter what do you think?

As I enter Gaz’s apartment it reminds me of my mothers’ house . Everything is perfect, not one thing out of place. Its all white; the sofa’s, the wall ‘s, the unit’s, even the TV. I have to pinch myself, it’s so easy to mistake it for heaven. Oh god it is heaven, I must be dead …just my luck ! I’m just expecting Gaz to turn around any moment, with a 6ft wing span and say ” hi darling, welcome to the big house in the sky, you got in the elevator and crash, bang…..well you know the rest”.

“So England eh? I’ve never been, what’s it like? ” Gaz says as he rolls up an exercise mat; which, is the only thing in the house that has any color ; a lovely shade of blue, reminds me of this gorgeous dress I have.

“Yeah its ok, New York looks far more interesting though ” I say still slightly stunned at the perfect and clean apartment he has going on .

“Oh it is darling, it’s just fabulous, any who would you like a green tea? ” He asks as he walks into the big ….wait for it .. white kitchen. God how does he not get lost in here ? Everything blends in together, I would walk into everything; I would constantly be in hospital ” Yes doctor, sorry I walked into the wall again, trying to find the door ” .

“So have you been in New York long? ” I ask. He nods his head up and down, while stuffing his face with a big cream cake. “Yes sweetheart, I’m a New Yorker born and bred “. As we go back into the living room, me with my hands out in front; trying to feel for the sofa. We sit down and I have an awful thought. Oh god imagine Mother Nature just decided to come along right now, how would I explain that one, on his gorgeous sofa too, well the place does need a bit of color, no Sophie stop being a bitch, doesn’t suit you. I notice the gorgeous glass table he has in front of the sofa, but it’s not what catches my eye, it’s the mountain of vogue magazines sitting on top of the table.

” Your girlfriends into fashion then? ” I ask, oh why did you ask that Sophie? He is obviously gay. See I get nervous in certain situations and this is one of them, I can tell because my red face is reflecting of the walls, and it seems like the whole room is glowing with me.

“Ha ha, no darling, I do not do girls, I think you have to ask Eugene the address of his opticians ” he laughs.

“So what you here for ? ” asks Gaz, now stuffing a massive bag of crisps into his mouth, how does he do it ? If that was me that cream cake would have gone straight to my hips, and they crisps right down to my ass.

“You know GLAM UP ! Well, I’m the new stylist ” .

” OH MY GOD ” he screams. “You… have… got… to… be… kidding… me ” he shrieks while clapping his hands like a performing seal at deep sea world. “You have got to take me one day with you, please, I will be good “. I barley even know this guy, and its just a new job I’m starting, as if I’m really going to take him. “Ok, yeah no Probs, maybe one day “. I say, hoping he won’t mention it again. I suppose he is cool in a way.

“So anyway, can you turn the music down, so I can try to get some sleep, please? ” I ask. “Sure thing darling, anything you want , if it means I might meet some gorgeous celebs. I will do whatever you want.“ Oh no he isn’t going to forget it is he? Maybe he will walk into one of his doors, and bang his head so hard he will forget. He will just think I’m the cool English girl , knows the beckhams, and moans about the music.

Administrator answers:

PLEASE learn the correct use of the apostrophe. In the first paragraph alone I see mothers’ sofa’s wall’s….. At which point I gave up reading.

If you’re going to write, it is ESSENTIAL to understand the rules of language.

Laura asks…

Could you tell me a city that is large, safe, and inexpensive?

After I graduate from college (with a degree in Biology) I would like to move to a city in the northeast United States. Or at least a northern city.
I’d really like to live in an actual city. I grew up in a rural-ish suburb where the biggest attraction was (and still is) the Dairy Queen.
Could you please tell me of any cities that are large (the bigger the better), safe, and inexpensive (for a single apartment dweller).
I know Chicago isn’t in the east, but that is like the perfect city to me. However, it’s very expensive and has high crime rates. Nevertheless, it is gorgeous and if I could afford an apartment in the center of the city- I would.
The main states for me are New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, and basically states in that general area.

Thanks.
I already live in the South… kinda. I live in Kentucky. I do not like hot humid weather at all. I would really like to be in the north.

Administrator answers:

Maybe worcester massachusetts. Its in the north, and its the second biggest city in ALL OF NEW ENGLAND!! Kinda cool. The only city bigger than worcester is boston. But the cost of living in worcester is half of boston’s. The crime rate in this city despite its large population is LOW the last actual murder that was on the news for this city was like, 5 maybe even 7 years ago. However, still be careful around night time. But during the morning trust me nothing happens. Ive been through the “dangerous” parts of the city and people smile at you. And this city does more renovations the more the population grows. Right now the population is around 175,000 and because it is growing the city has already planned a 563 million dollar renovation for downtown to make this city’s downtown more lively. You’ll like massachusetts’ location, just to the east of new york and just to the north of connecticut. You should look up worcester MA in google under images to see if this city looks big enough for you. Theres also a great tour of worcester if you go on google and type in – skyscrapers in worcester MA – the first link should say skyscraper page forum. Click on that and scroll down for a great photo tour of worcester. Just wait for that web page to fully load up so you can see all the photos. I also must tell you in that tour they missed a lot of impressive places. Hope you choose worcester massachusetts!

EDIT: just incase, i edited what i told you to type into google. Its – skyscrapers in worcester ma – there is no 3.

Mark asks…

What is the meaning of this dream?

I was in a blimp/space ship floating over the water right outside of New York City. The water was royal blue and so gorgeous out the window. There were (I think) 9 other passengers and we were all wearing gray t-shirts and gray pants. A phone rang and I answered it. It told me to call Emergency Services at 405. I said okay, and dialed the number. A woman’s voice came on. I said, “Hi, I was told I was supposed to call you.” She said, “Oh, yes.” I was looking out the window and sighed to her, “It’s a beautiful city, isn’t it?” She responded, “Enjoy your last look.” Suddenly the space shuttle blew up and I fell into the water along with the other passengers. Suddenly all of these jet propelled water jets appeared and started chasing us. I tried to avoid them but was having trouble swimming. I knew they were trying to kill us. I didn’t know if they had cameras attached or just zoomed around at random. I escaped into a warehouse, where the woman who had had us killed (probably different from the woman who actually killed us on the phone) was the owner. I saw two of my shipmates huddled together in one of the cardboard boxes so I climbed in there and huddled down with them. Suddenly I felt the box moving. All of the other passengers (except for us 3) had been killed by the water rockets.

Later, I got out of the box and was approached by the woman. I was terrified, but it turned out she thought I worked there as her employee. She asked why I wasn’t working, and I said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll get right back to work.” She looked at me and said, “Where’s your badge?” With some quick thinking I answered that I’d left it at home by mistake. “I’m really sorry. Do you want me to go home and get it?” She said yes but told me she’d be docking my pay.

So off I was into New York City. But I wondered about my two surviving shipmates. There was a lot more after that but I don’t remember it. Something about my sister keeping me safe at her apartment. Anyway, what does this dream mean?

Administrator answers:

That means that u will have a GF and after that u will do something that will make her angry, then she will consider u as an ex – BF, But u wanted to get to her again, still she hates you . After u forgot her another girl will ask u to be her BF and u Accepted that . Then u will think alot about ur ex GF .

Maria asks…

do you like my novel so far?

this is my novel sol far im not done with it but this is the first page:

It seemed like I’d been standing here for hours. I looked at the clock. 1:30. Great. I’d only been here for 23 minutes and the place was driving me crazy.
“Ana, do you like your room?” I heard my mother shout from downstairs.
“Yeah, it’s great!” I lied. I agreed moving to Pennsylvania to live with my mother would be best for me, but I hadn’t anticipated on missing New York. I mean in New York I didnt have any friends, I lived in a pretty small apartment and someway or another I’d always fall down the narrow, steep stairway in the apartment building. But, I had my dad, and I was what you would call a ‘daddys girl’. My dad thought it would be better for me to live with my mom since she could support me better. Now that she had Steve, her new husband which i refused to call my stepdad, she had a big house in the Poconos with a good school nearby.
I looked around some more at my new room. The room was all pink. I never liked pink. I saw the fuzzy colorful pillows on my bed, the computer on my new desk against the wall, the full length mirror next to the desk, and the lava lamp next to the tv on the dresser. My room was officially girly. And i hated it. I was no girly girl, but I was no tomboy either. I hated sports. I’d always find a way to fall or trip or miss the ball. I also hated shopping. Whenever I’d go out i’d just pick what I’d have to get and leave. I don’t understand what’s so great about it. It’s just another reason to spend money on things you don’t need.
I heard my mom coming up the stairs. “Ana, we’re going to have so much fun. We’ll go get our nails done, we’ll go out and get you all ready for school. Maybe we can get some stuff to add to your room. Oh! Do you really like your room? Me and Steve were working on it all last week for you!…” I wasn’t listening any more. My mother talked to much. Yes, I knew my mom was only excited about me staying but my mom always talked to much, even though she didn’t pay any attention to see if I was actually listening. My mom was pretty. Blonde, 5’6, blue eyes, pretty skinny and she was 34. I on the otherhand had more of my father in me. I mean I wasn’t excactly what you would think of as ugly, but i wasn’t gorgeous either. I was just an average looking girl. I had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and i was pretty tall, 5’8. I had a few freckels and i was a little tan.

Administrator answers:

It’s okay. I don’t care for the stereotype that blonde’s are “pretty” and brown hair, brown eyes + freckles=average, but that’s just me. Not too much to go on really to give you a good assessment. The whole, separated parents, Mom’s boyfriend bit is getting worn thin too. That’s just my opinion. Eh, it’s just okay.

Linda asks…

This is a part of my book I am not too sure about, would you comment?

And also, I haven’t really described how my character looks or what age she is until chapter 5- where she meets a gorgeous looking woman and compares herself to her. Is that ok to do?

As I enter Gaz’s apartment it reminds me of my mother’s house. Everything is so tidy and perfect, not one thing is out of place. The whole apartment is white; the walls, sofa, units and even the TV. It’s so easy to mistake it for heaven. I get a terrible thought that maybe it is. I’m just expecting Gaz to turn around any moment with a six foot wing span and say,
“Welcome to the big house in the sky. You got in the elevator and crash, boom… well you can guess the rest.”

Instead he says, “So, England. I’ve never been, what’s it like?”
He rolls up his exercise mat, which is the only thing in the house that has any colour. It is a lovely lime green and reminds me of this dress I have.

“Yeah, it’s ok,” I answer, “New York looks far more interesting though.”
“Oh, it is, darling, would you like a green tea?” he asks as he walks into his big, white kitchen.

How does he not get lost in here? Everything blends in together. I would constantly be in hospital having to explain to the doctor I walked into the wall again trying to find the front door.
“So, have you been in New York long?” I ask. He nods his head up and down. He can’t answer because he is too busy stuffing his face with a big cream cake. Once he swallows he answers,
“I’m a New Yorker born and bred, sweetie.”

We go back into the family room. I have my hands out in front of my feeling for the sofa, just in case. We sit down and I really start to hope that I don’t suddenly take my period. That would be very embarrassing. I notice the gorgeous glass table he has sitting in the middle of the room. But it’s not the dolphins holding up the glass, it’s the mountain of VOUGE magazines that sit on top of it.

“Is your girlfriends into fashion then?” I ask nodding in the direction of the table. I don’t know why I asked that, it’s obvious he is gay. I get nervous in certain situations and this is one of them. My face is burning and I feel like the glow is reflecting off his perfect white walls.
“Ha, no, darling,” he laughs, “I play for the other team and if you can’t tell then I think you need to ask Eugene for the number of his opticians.”

He is now stuffing his face with a bag of chips and I don’t know how he does it. If that was me that cream cake would have went straight to my hips and those chips right down to my bum.
“So, what you here for?” ask Gaz, gently licking the flavour of his snack.
“Do you know Glam Up? Well I’m the new stylist,”
“You…have…got…to…be…kidding…me,” he shrieks while clapping like a performing seal at Deep Sea World.
“You have got to take me in there one day,” he begs, “please I will be good.”

Administrator answers:

I would say, “Doesn’t he get lost in here?”Your construct is awkward. You are needlessly crude talking about getting your period and playing for the other team. This is out of place unless the rest of your story is crude humor. Vogue is misspelled, as is girlfriend.

When I read a book, I make an effort to understand who I’m reading about quickly. It would be difficult if the main character weren’t described until the fifth chapter. If you don’t have a good reason for doing so, you might want to reconsider.

This interests me and makes me want to know more. Generally, you’re handling the language well. Good luck.

Donna asks…

What do yu think of the start of my chapter 3?

Hi, I know it will be confussing but please try and let me know what you think, thank you x

As I enter Gaz’s apartment it reminds me of my mother’s house. Everything is so tidy and perfect, not one thing is out of place. The whole apartment is white; the walls, sofa, units and even the TV. It’s so easy to mistake it for heaven. I get a terrible thought that maybe it is. I’m just expecting Gaz to turn around any moment with a six foot wing span and say,
“Welcome to the big house in the sky. You got in the elevator and crash, boom… well you can guess the rest.”

Instead he says, “So, England. I’ve never been, what’s it like?”
He rolls up his exercise mat, which is the only thing in the house that has any colour. It is a lovely lime green and reminds me of this dress I have.

“Yeah, it’s ok,” I answer, “New York looks far more interesting though.”

“Oh, it is, darling, would you like a green tea?” he asks as he walks into his big, white kitchen.

How does he not get lost in here? Everything blends in together. I would constantly be in hospital having to explain to the doctor I walked into the wall again trying to find the front door.

“So, have you been in New York long?” I ask. He nods his head up and down. He can’t answer because he is too busy stuffing his face with a big cream cake. Once he swallows he answers,
“I’m a New Yorker born and bred, sweetie.”

We go back into the family room. I have my hands out in front of me feeling for the sofa, just in case. We sit down and I really start to hope that I don’t suddenly take my period. That would be very embarrassing. I notice the gorgeous glass table he has sitting in the middle of the room. But it’s not the dolphins holding up the glass, it’s the mountain of VOUGE magazines that sit on top of it.
“Is your girlfriends into fashion then?” I ask nodding in the direction of the table. I don’t know why I asked that, it’s obvious he is gay. I get nervous in certain situations and this is one of them. My face is burning and I feel like the glow is reflecting off his perfect white walls.

“Ha, no, darling,” he laughs, “I play for the other team and if you can’t tell then I think you need to ask Eugene for the number of his opticians.”

He is now stuffing his face with a bag of chips and I don’t know how he does it. If that was me that cream cake would have went straight to my hips and those chips right down to my bum.

“So, what you here for?” ask Gaz, gently licking the flavour of his snack.
“Do you know Glam Up? Well I’m the new stylist,”
“You…have…got…to…be…kidding…me,” he shrieks while clapping like a performing seal at Deep Sea World.
“You have got to take me in there one day,” he begs, “please I will be good.”

I barley even know this guy and he thinks I’m going to take him along to a new job I am just starting.
“Yeah, maybe one day.” I reply hoping he won’t mention it again.
“So, anyway, will you turn the music down?” I ask.
“Sure thing, darling, anything you want.”

I know he’s just being nice so he can go to work with me. He’s not going to forget is he? Hopefully he will walk into one of his walls and bump his head. Then he will just think I’m the weird English girl who moans about the music- and knows the Beckhams.

“Sophie, you want to go for a coffee tomorrow?”
“Sure,”
“Well, you get some sleep. I will plug my earphones in and continue my daily ass tone.”

He air kisses me twice and pushes me out the door. Somehow I don’t think he is going back to exercise. I have a picture of him phoning everyone he knows and telling them he is going to meet lots of celebrities.

Administrator answers:

You’re right. It is confusing, which is not good news. Readers don’t like to be confused. Try working out the kinks you can already see before getting other people’s opionions – they’ll most likely just point out the things you already know.

Answer mine?
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Chris asks…

I think i really hurt him , i feel so bad?

after spending time in the LA departments, i was was put this gorgeous man Juan. and we had weird moments, like when i feel off the apartment ladder he caught me and we were about to kiss, and i had to go back to new york, and he was rlli sad, and begged me to stay. i have a bf now, and i visited LA again, and he wasnt there, and he was late, and as i went outside my bf was waiting there for me, and i kissed him and as i did i saw jjuan with flowers he dropped them to his side, and went in the building , i ran after him and caught him in the lift,and he was like every night i dreamt of you, shakira your so beautiful and amazing, why did you go for? i cant just shake you off , your always on my mind, im not going to beg you to stay its your decision, and i started crying and just walked out. im back in new york and he always on my mind ! help?

Administrator answers:

Go to Juan…or stay with your bf…

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