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Tuesday, May 6, 2014
The Girl Upstairs by Maree Caleste: Guest Post
TITLE:The Girl Upstairs
RELEASE DATE: March
is an average, unassuming sort of fellow no one would especially take any
notice of. He works hard at his dead-end office job and goes home alone to a
shared house filled with eccentric oddities all of whom have far more exciting
lives than him. Each night he is forced to listen to the passionate, tumultuous
and often thunderous exploits of the girl upstairs.
Crystal lives directly above
Michael. She is a Gothic vixen; a nymphomaniac. She is quite possibly the most
incredible girl he has ever seen and he ‘fancies the pants off her’, except
Crystal seems oblivious to Michael and his lustrous desires. Michael cannot
escape her sordid escapades and is often close enough to hear every groan and
whimper. But if he can’t have her is it enough to hear her ‘being had’?
As much as I would love to sit here and
tell you that I wake up awash with writing ideas from a plethora of vibrant
dreams, each ready to smother blank pages until a book emerges like a phoenix
rising, the truth is much, much less interesting.
I’m a parent, I have two beautiful
girls.One is at school, the other not
yet.This means I get up groggily
smacking my alarm clock until the welts bruise my hands.If my girls haven’t already used my bed, with
me in it, as a trampoline, I amble to their room like a zombie looking for
brains and struggle to wrestle my oldest who sleeps on the top bunk (I’m only kidding a
Next we’re putting the finishing touches to
breakfast, washing and working out why she left her lunch box at school and
what she can use today that doesn’t make me look like a candidate for Britain’s
Scummiest Parents.Then the trudge to
school dragging the youngest by the hand whilst yelling at the oldest about
road safety and, occasionally, stopping to smell the flowers on the way.
home my youngest is now demanding my attention which, though I am willing to
give it freely, often makes me feel as though I’m a dartboard and she’s the
innumerable supply of darts.If I’m
super lucky she’ll go down for a nap, but those days are fast vanishing.Before you know it, a couple of hours reading
in peace if I can coerce her to her bedroom to play, or a stint of repeated
children’s TV (I can literally quote every single episode of Peppa Pig off by
heart) has passed, and I’m wrapping her up to go back to the school to pick up
Once home, we wrestle with the
same argument as to why I don’t want her wearing her uniform in the house
(despite the fact that it would cut down my laundry pile exponentially if I let
her keep it on) while I’m planning dinner.If
my family is lucky I’ll be partially inspired to concoct something that
resembles edible food; otherwise it’s beans on toast again!
After a few hours in the evening where the
dastardly duo have run amok, I’ve bathed them and bedded them for the night,
and finally I can attempt to switch my brain off and back on again in the hope
that something I have seen, heard, smelt or imagined during the day has leaked
into the compartment of my brain that is reserved for writing.Fortunately I’ve never suffered from writer’s
block and once my cherubs are out for the count I can usually turn the tap on
and have the imagination freely flow.
This is perhaps the hardest part of being a
part time writer... stopping.Once the
house is quiet and my writing zone is waiting for me with open arms I can
really get into the swing of things.But
I know I have to stop writing at a reasonable hour and get to bed because the
Tasmanian devils will be up and at it again before long.
My advice to anyone wanting to be a writer,
however, is not to feel you cannot write because of life’s daily
distractions.Rather seize the chance
when the chance presents itself.It is
better to pen a hundred words a day than none.If you manage to find a few hours in the evening and you’re not consumed
by the drivel on the TV (like me, waaay too often), let your imagination run
and be pleased with what you’ve done rather than what you could have done!
AUTHOR INFORMATION & LINKS
Maree Caleste lives in the
south of London, England, where she supplements her mundane working life with
penning erotic stories and reading fantasy. She is as happy on the terraces of
her favorite soccer team as she is being wined and dined in exotic, upmarket
hotels in the city. She is happily married and enjoys snuggling on the couch with
a good movie, a large glass of a wine and her cat Sheldon.