Bella Bryce's latest blog posts
Yes, I know. I can hear the mumbling and I see several raised eyebrows . . . 'miss Bryce, why haven't you updated your blog in over a week?" And then there's a click of the tongue. Yes yes yes. Let me explain before you start dreaming up scenarios of swift justice. Although you're well aware that my husband is the only one allowed to deal with such things - yes - quite! You can wipe the smirk off your face now :P
i've been writing of course . . . and I have an announcement
So you recall that post on about how I was DEFINITELY, NO WAY EVER going to write a fifth book in the Waldorf Manor series? Lies. Okay, not lies. I really meant it when I said I wasn't. But I got to the end of that blog post and thought, "why the bloody hell not?!" (there's the announcement) I also received countless comments and private messages in support of writing another book in the series. And as touching as it was, it didn't fully convince me because at the end of the day I can't do what everyone else wants me to do. I need to do what is right for the series and it just so happened that writing a fifth book made sense. Not even that, it's imperative. There are alot of loops to close on a four book series and I wasn't prepared to squish it all into this last one, so I started to think about how I can draw things out appropriately so I can bring proper closure to them in book V. But, alas, it may come to book V and who knows? I don't want to go around telling more lies so I'll stop there :/ My husband reads this blog and he doesn't take kindly to lying so let's just say, 'I don't know which book will be next'. Yes? Good.
on another note
It is now the one-year anniversary of moving to America. My husband and I came here because of his job and I spent the weeks after wondering what I was going to do with myself. I sometimes still do. I left my career in England. I had a job I loved, friends I miss enough that I often can't get through a Facetime chat with shedding a few subtle tears but my stiff upper lip often makes me keep it to a minimum. I suppose you could say I wrote my first book out of sheer grief of sitting in our new home in the ambiguous place we live here in the States as my husband (drove in a new vehicle, 30 minutes to a new job he had to teach himself, scaring the bloody hell out of me driving on the 'other' side of the road) was away from the third day we arrived. We were supposed to have two weeks to ourselves to settle, to buy furniture, to get to know the area, to relax after moving our entire lives with little notice (no we are not military) . . . but my husband is a good man. He's dedicated and he's loyal and he was only 27 and went right to work. I forgave him quickly. I admire his work ethic more than I wanted to be 'annoyed' at him. He can't sit still and besides, I had a rare opportunity to set up home. What girl doesn't want that in her mid-twenties?? It was my second time doing so, as well. The first was when we were married nearly 5 years ago. I'd just sold and donated all our favourite things and some of our best furniture because 'things' aren't important to us. Wherever my husband and I go, that is home. So I was happy to see him off on this 30-mile commute, phoning him every five minutes to ensure he was still alive. He'd never driven in America! Of course I might have been a bit of a distraction as well :/ And before I knew it we had a furnished home. It only took me about 3 weeks until every room looked according to my standards :) If it looks like it belongs in a magazine then I am happy.
But then what?
I had already started applying my resume to various places and scored some top-level interviews. My heart wasn't in it. I ignored my heart because frankly, emotions are not solid. They offer zero security. If I went with how I ''feel'' alot of the times, I would no longer be married, we wouldn't be in America because I didn't really want to come here as much as I pretended I did, the American neighbour who insulted my heritage and accent would have found herself pushed off the roof-top garden (we've since left that building) and I'm sure I would have no friends. See? Feelings or not, I know when to bite my tongue (for the most part) and when to ignore what 'feels' good and natural in the moment. Like applying for jobs. I carried on looking because whether I liked it or not I needed to get out of the comfortable AC-blasted environment we were living in and meet people, put my skills to good use and take advantage of the fact that it's still just the two of us. I have a very particular plan in mind for what our savings account should look like before we have children and with this new promotion and more freedom on my end, I have the chance to be picky. My husband told me I didn't have to work. Well, unfortunately, that didn't cut it for me because I was bored. I love being at home but I wanted to get out of the house.
But the doors weren't opening. I would get to 2 of a 3-level interview and then suddenly it wouldn't work out even AFTER I was told I was ''a top candidate'' or ''THE top candidate''. That's okay. So in between the applications and interviews I started writing. In about six weeks I wrote "The Solicitation", which is not what apparently some people think it's about. No it is not about a man soliciting sex - a solicitation can also mean a petition or request. The story is about a girl whose broken childhood causes her to answer an online response (ie 'solicitation') for a disciplinary live-in situation. It turns out that she needs more than that, which is the unconditional, structured love of a father. Brayden becomes that person to her and for his own reasons he knows it's the right thing to do. There in the first book began the kind of relationship all of us girls who never experienced such a thing only dream about. You know what I mean if you're one of the many, many unfortunate cases of fatherless daughters. And I don't even mean that you never met your father because an absent father isn't always physically absent. He can be absent and still show up at your dinner table. I was in tears when I received the email from Blushing Books saying ''your book, 'The Solicitation' has been accepted for publication' that day in June 2013. So did I find what I wanted to do? Not that day. I didn't realise that I wanted to stay home and write. It wasn't until I realised I needed to get on Facebook, Twitter, start a blog and begin marketing that I figured out how much time writing would take because 75% of it isn't just writing! And so, book II, 'The Shortlist" began.
Now here I am writing book IV and planning for book V. It's been quite a year. If someone would have told that one year since relocating overseas I would have written and had three books published with two more in the same series planned and an additional eight standalone titles in the pipeline and a website, I would have LAUGHED IN THEIR FACE. And then said, 'huh?!' I just wouldn't have believed it. And I'm not saying like the Great Oz that I'm all wonderful. Because I'm not. I'm really, really not. I'm just me.
But do I know now that I want to stay home and continue writing domestic discipline fiction?
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