The Boss Chapter Two

If you haven't yet checked out the sexy serial novel The Boss, by Abigail Barnette, check it out here! Go ahead, I'll wait. :)

I got my street team copy of chapter two last night, and there are so many things right with it that I don't even know where to start. For those of you who don't know, Abigail Barnette is a pseudonym for the talented Jenny Trout, who has been doing chapter-by-chapter recaps of the 50 Shades Trilogy. She's opened many eyes as to why the series is terrible, from the writing itself to the prevalent themes that E.L. James has snuck in under many noses. Therefore, Jenny has decided to write a proper erotic romance and give it away for free, because she's fucking awesome.

In chapter 1, we met Sophie, a twenty four year old woman working at a top fashion magazine. Her boss has mysteriously quit or been fired, and the man that has taken the position is a man from Sophie's past. A sexy older gentleman named Neil that once introduced her a night of passion that she's never forgotten.

Jenny is an avid Giles fan. So I just picture Neil like this. Yum.

In chapter two, we get into the meat of the story. Sophie's best friend Holli is a model, but she's not a pretentious bitch. She's thin and beautiful and perfect, but Sophie does not resent her in the slightest. They have an amazing friendship, they're roommates, and they talk about their problems while smoking weed and drinking wine. It's an incredibly well written and realistic scene, the dialogue was so perfect. And I love that neither of them feels it necessary to compete with one another. Sophie does not ever imply anything negative towards her friend, because they're best friends. In 50 Shades, Ana constantly talks about Kate (her best friend) like she has to one-up her, and the only time that she ever thinks about her or 'misses' her is when she's having a Christian crisis. But then Christian wants to fuck and the crisis is over and Ana instantly forgets she even has friends. She also innately 'slut-shames' Kate for having a sexual relationship with Elliot (Kate's boyfriend), meanwhile she fucks Christian three times a day. This kind of terrible cattiness is not present in The Boss.

I also like that Sophie has very real issues. She's worried about whether or not she's going to be able to keep her job, since she was the personal assistant to her previous one. She's planning ahead, calculating what savings she has, and even going so far as to think about selling some of her extra purses and clothes on the internet if she needs extra cash. She says that having things like that is awesome, but it's not necessary to live. She has to pay bills, and wants to work to support herself, thus making her an independent and relatable woman with real world issues. It makes you respect her. In 50 Shades, Ana doesn't have to pay for anything because she lives with Kate, and Kate's rich parents pay for it all. Ana has a car that was given to her by Jose (Mexican Jacob). So she literally has no expenses. And she pretends that working is so important to her and she wants to do it because she has to be independent and Christian can't just buy her stuff all the time... but then she's the worst employee ever. She emails back and forth with Christian constantly on her work email, takes personal calls, and her 'friends' stop by the office all the time to see her. All in the first week of working there. And then *SPOILER* her boss gets fired and she gets promoted to editor. It's unrealistic and ridiculous.

And then, readers, then we get some action. And I feel like there is hope for this world, after all. The entire time I was reading 50 Shades I was waiting for hot sex. This proclaimed dirty and naughty book about BDSM ended up being BORING. The first sex scene was just normal sex, and it was decently written, but every single sex scene afterwards was the exact same. The only dirty thing that happened was the infamous bathroom scene where Christian pulls out her tampon before he fucks her. Ew. Ew. Ew. All of the BDSM stuff ended up actually not being sexual at all, and it turned out that Christian just beat her when he was angry. Not sexy, folks.

Anyway, in chapter two of The Boss, Sophie has a wonderful flashback while she's pleasuring herself in the bathtub. She's thinking back to the night she spent with Neil, and oh god. Just delicious. It was beautifully written, and delightfully fresh. It was sexy as hell, and I actually applauded out loud for Abigail Barnette. Also, Sophie comments on how she 'jilled off' in the tub, and I laughed out loud. This is the kind of erotic literature I want to read. This is the kind of erotic literature that everyone should want to read. A world of realistic and relatable situations, with a hero and heroine that you like, and steamy sex scenes that make you want to tear your clothes off.

I've now spent too much time looking at pictures of Anthony Stewart Head. 

The Boss Chapter 2 will be up for your carnal pleasure here on January 30th.

What A Week.

So, after the emotional rollercoaster that has been this week, I'm determined to get back to living life the way a certain friend of mine would have wanted me to. Joelle always had so many things on the go, was so lively and fun, so I'm going to get the hell out of bed and channel her to the best of my ability. I hope everyone else feels this way too. One of our favourite things to quote to each other was the infamous "Be excellent to each other, and party on, dude!". They are words to live by.

In the spirit of being excellent to people, I will be lightening my news to try to bring some inspiration and cheer to the world. Here's a picture to make you smile:

As Ashley has taught me, there is no power on this earth that cheers me up like Yoga Kittens.

That being said, one good thing came out of my extensive stays in bed. I finished Vivid 2. Not exactly sure what happened, I was just farting around on my computer and suddenly went "hey, I'm gonna write", and then the characters that I've known and loved for many years decided to finish the second episode of their journey.

In four hours it was complete, and I was a little flabbergasted, as I've been stuck on episode 2 for about a year and half now. But it felt really good to finish, and editing stuff also makes me super happy, so it was win/win. I'm in the process of typing up the second draft after editing the crap out of it, and then it's on to other editing (ie, Emerald and my wonderful father), then a final draft will be crafted for publishing.

I've made my release date March 1st, to give me ample time to do this but also a deadline so that I don't get slacking. It's an exciting time, and I want to keep the pressure on now. I've also decided that once it's up on the Kindle store, I'm going to make episode 1 free to purchase. It's a novella, and really just the prologue to the whole series, so I thought I'd share it with everyone for free. So March 1st is going to be a big day. :)

I also have something else to do before March 1st, and that is a book cover. As a self-proclaimed photographer, I take very meticulous steps with my covers. I am a firm advocate of "don't judge a book by it's cover", but only in the metaphorical sense, as in when it comes to people, or other things in life. In the literal sense, with books, they have to have an awesome cover. I feel like it adds to the whole ambience of the story. Also I've totally bought random books in the bargain section of Chapters just because they look cool, without even reading the back. I figure I can't possibly be the only person that does that, so if one of my covers happen to hook just one random person, then yay!

Anyway, I'm getting off track here. (That happens a lot, which is why I let other people edit my shit even after I've done it myself.) I have an idea for a cover in mind, it's loose in the sense that I'm not sure of exact framing and posing, but specific in the sense that I want it to focus on my main character, Moxie. I need Moxie's face.

For episode 1, I wanted the sandy-haired man's face. I spent a lot of time staring at random people in the street (creepy, I know, but we artists are eccentric by nature), and found him in a young temp at a factory I was working at at the time. Thankfully he didn't freak out when I asked him if he'd be interested in modeling for my book cover, and we became friends. After much talking, planning, an extensive makeup session with my very talented cousin Edith in Missisauga, and some photoshop, I ended up with the cover of my dreams.

Jay Seiler, amateur model, kickass dude!

It's awesome how things come together, and I'm hoping that in the same fashion I can find the perfect Moxie face. So, if anyone is interested, you can let me know via email. If you have any female friends that you think would be into being on a book cover, send them my way. Don't be shy, I am accepting submissions from anyone, and the more I have the wider my options for finding Moxie!

My email is caitlinszinegh@gmail.com, and if you could please send a picture of yourself, that would be great. Any photo will do, I don't care about resolution or editing as long as I can see your face. I will provide a model release, and just to be clear if you're under 18 I will need to meet with your parent or guardian, have their consent, and have them sign a model release for you. I pay cash (with receipt) based on length of the session, and depending on how many perks you would like in return for the shoot. These include professional makeup, a CD of edited photos from your shoot, and a free download/hard copy of the book. I will be using CafePress to get a few hard copies, so if you'd like a monument to your awesomeness I can provide you with one. Also, hair. Moxie has platinum blue hair. I can do this in photoshop, but if you're interested in realism and want to dye your hair this colour, I will  purchase all of the materials and do your hair for you the day before the shoot. I must note that being willing to do this will NOT sway your chances over someone who doesn't want to dye their hair, I'm concentrating on the right candidate. I just wanted to throw that out there, that if you want cool hair out of this, I am totally game for doing it for you.

With all of that out of the way, if you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment here, email me, or send me a message on facebook. And spread the word! I don't have an exact deadline for the shoot, because I want to be meticulous in finding Moxie, but with my deadline of publishing on March 1st, I'm hoping to do this mid to late February. Of course, the shoot date will be chosen once I get in contact with my candidate, and I will work with their availability.

Whew. I'm terribly excited. I'm going to get back to typing the second draft so that Emerald doesn't kill me for making her wait so long.

Just before I do that, I just want to let my readers (love you guys) know that I'm all about networking and helping people out. I'm actually getting more views on this blog than I thought I would, and as such wanted to extend a helping hand to anyone else out there that's trying to gain some views on their stuff. I'm on the street team for The Boss (which I will be reviewing and pimping chapter two tomorrow, yay!), and would love to help out anyone else trying to get hits for their blog, portfolios, or whatever else they're trying to market.

So, if you have a slice of internet creativeness that you'd like to share, shoot it my way and I'll take a look and pimp it for you. :) I'm rather enjoying this whole blogging thing, it's a nice outlet for me, and if I can be excellent to someone in helping direct traffic to their own outlet, that would be salubrious.

Kay, Emerald, I swear I'm done this post.

P.S. If anyone wants to get in touch with Edith for her awesome aesthetic work, or with Jay for modeling, shoot me your info and I will get it to them!

Only The Good Die Young

I don't really know what to do with myself right now. I found out yesterday that one of my friends died. I like to think that I'm good at dealing with stuff like this. But this was very jarring, and very sudden, and she was only a few years older than me. When my roommate came home from work yesterday and told me I didn't know what to do, so naturally we got wasted. In my drunken stupor I sat in bed staring at a blank blogger post, because in times of trouble I generally turn to writing after alcohol, but I didn't know what to say. My head isn't spinning now, and I've decided instead of talking about how horrible this is it would be better to write about all of the awesomeness that was Joelle Compton.

I started working at my job in March 2010, a simple dog kennel attendant cleaning up shit and playing with my babies. Joelle was one of the management staff, and also in charge of enrichment and socializing of the animals. She often came down my way to arrange playdates with the dogs, and start training the puppies on leashes and socialize them with some of the older dogs. She was so good with them, she knew every dog's personality and what toys they liked and who their relatives were and who their best friends were.

I took an instant liking to her, and was especially impressed the one day that she spied my tattoo and knew Ignignokt from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Coolest manager ever.

About six months into working there, I wanted to become a team leader. I wanted to train people, and help out the management in any way I could. I talked to them, and Joelle was the one that got the ball rolling for me. She put me through all the steps, the time studies and the cross training, and got me the chance even though normally people have to wait a year before they can apply for the position. When the owners asked if there was any kennel attendants doing exceptionally well that deserved a raise, Joelle suggested me, and when she told me that she coupled it with a hug. I was so excited, and she was excited for me, and it was awesome.

She was the heart and soul of that place, aside from her absolute connection with the animals, she was so consistent with the employees as well. She always made sure to tell people when they were doing a good job. Every day when people would come in to get their morning sheets she would say good morning to every single person, that little bright kickstart to the day. At the end, she would say thanks as people were dropping off their sheets, thanks for coming in, thanks for working so hard, thanks for taking that old dog for a walk because he really appreciated it. If we were short staffed and everyone had to bust ass to clean extra rooms, she would personally thank everyone for their hard work, and then bring in timbits the next day.

I had my issues there, everyone does, but Joelle was the motivation that kept me positive and wanting to do a good job there. She was the only one in management that I felt comfortable going to talk to about things in the colony, because she was always understanding, never condescending, and she took my opinions and problems into consideration and then discussed with me both of our ideas on how to fix them. She always relayed them to the right source and got to the bottom of things.

When I was looking to get a dog, Joelle and I talked about it at great lengths, and she gave me all kinds of tips about breeders and what to look for. When I finally found Izzy, she was so excited for me. On the day I got her I drove to work on my day off hoping to catch my mom before she went in so that she could meet her, and Joelle ended up coming up the laneway at five to eight. She was fifteen minutes late that day, and didn't care because she was so excited to meet my new little girl. She kept gushing about how beautiful she was. I apologized for her lateness but she said that welcoming Izzy to her new life was more important than clocking in on time.

Close to Easter, Joelle asked me if I'd be interested in taking Izzy to an egg hunt for dogs. It was the Saturday of Easter weekend and she wouldn't be able to make it because she had to work, but thought that I would be interested. It was to raise money for a company that raises dogs to be companion animals for autistic children. I researched the shit out of it, and my heart grew ten sizes reading about it, it was such a good cause. Joelle pledged money for me, and I got some other donations. I asked Emerald if she'd like to come with her kids, because I figured they'd have more fun hunting eggs than Izzy, and we went and had an awesome day. Izzy got to meet all kinds of awesome dogs, we hunted for eggs, we got a bunch of prizes, and the autism dogs got a ton of donations. Joelle was so appreciative and so stoked when I told her all about it, and I remember thinking "what an amazing person". She could have just said "oh well, maybe next year", but she so badly wanted to contribute that she asked me if I wanted to go instead. She also knew that I was always looking for things to do with my little girl.

When Joelle went on sick leave for the first time, it was like a piece of the building was missing. Nobody even told us she was leaving, she just wasn't there for a while. Rumours went around that she was sick, and at one point I decided to ask one of the other managers if she was coming back, because after a few weeks I was worried. I believe my exact words were "I don't want to be nosy, but is Joelle coming back? I miss her." I was assured that she was coming back, she was just on leave.

When she came back, there had been some nasty rumours flying around as to where she'd been, because we're a small staff and some people can be terrible human beings. I did my best to diffuse them, because even if they were true, it was nobody's fucking business, but we had all just been told that she was sick. It was an angry time, and I felt bad for her when she got back because it didn't take long for her to catch wind of such rumours. She was a little jaded and seemed unhappy, and at one point during the day I cornered her in a dog room and gave her a hug. I told her that I was so happy she was back because this place wasn't the same without her, and I'm sorry that people are assholes and don't let it get to you because I know that whatever happened was your business and I appreciate the shit out of you and I was worried and I missed you. I think she was surprised, but she hugged me back and thanked me.

She later told me, throughout multiple sick leaves, why she was so sick. I hadn't needed justification, but it made me even angrier that other people did. She took a lot of shit inside and out of work, and the fact that she managed to still make nice made me respect the hell out of her.

Joelle didn't deserve any of this. She was such a good person, so fun, so positive, so genuinely nice, and she had a fucking horrible run of things, and now she's gone. And it's awful. Things like this are always so terrible, but it's different reading about it happening to someone you don't know, and then having it happen to someone so close. I wish I'd have spent more time with her outside of work. I wish I had told her more times that she was appreciated. I wish so many things had happened differently for her. But none of us can change the past.

I'm going to miss you, Joelle, I'll never forget everything you did for me, and everyone else around you.  You always said you wanted to come to see me play sometime, so before I totally lose my shit again, I'm going to end this post and play my guitar for awhile. Never in my whole life have I wished so hard that I could turn back the clock.

The Boss Premieres Tomorrow!

For those of you who haven't heard, a lovely witty and charming lady by the name of Jenny Trout is writing a serial novel. Her pseudonym is Abigail Barnette, and Abby is a dirty girl. She's the author of many an erotic romance, and she's spinning a new tale called The Boss.

It started with these. Jenny Trout is incredibly smart and fucking hilarious. It's a beautiful combination in her recaps of the ever popular 50 Shades trilogy. Basically she takes each chapter, and tells you what happens so that you don't have to read it. She also explains why what's good is good and what's bad is bad every step of the way.

Of course, as much as I worship her for doing this, there are always people that oppose. And the biggest idiots are the ones that say something along the lines of "why dont u just writ ur OWN storys and stop making fun of other ppls!?@?@?!". This is retarded because Jenny is an established author, and DOES write her own stories, she's just expressing her opinions (that many of us share) about a piece of shit trilogy that has somehow weaseled its way into the spotlight. But alas, Miss Trout must make a point where a point must be made, so she's decided that Abigail Barnette is going to kick the shit out of 50 Shades with her own story.

The Boss is going to be released chapter by chapter on the 15th and 30th of every month. The first chapter was supposed to debut tomorrow, but she released it early, so it's live right now!

Sophie Scaife almost ran away once, trading her ticket to college for a ticket to Tokyo. But a delayed flight and one incredibly hot night with a stranger changed her mind, putting her firmly on track to a degree and a career at a New York fashion magazine.

Six years later, she’s shocked to find that irresistible stranger is now her boss, billionaire Neil Elwood. And Sophie can’t stop thinking about their one amazing night.

But Neil has eccentric tastes, and he wants to be sure Sophie can handle them. Sophie will have to prove she’s his match both at work and at play, and surrender to her Master’s every erotic whim.

Torn between their professional duties and their sensual desires, Sophie and Neil embark on a journey into their darkest sexual fantasies. But when Sophie gets the chance of a lifetime, will she follow her dreams, or her heart?

I've read the first chapter, and I'm extremely impressed. My first thought is that Abigail Barnette is an extremely eloquent writer. She keeps in simple, gets the point across, and also adds in the flavour that is going to bloom and grow into Sophie Scaife, this main character that I'm already falling in love with. She's very down to earth, she's realistically reacting to the situations I've seen her in thus far, and I'm rooting for her every step of the way.

And her first encounter with Neil. Very electric. You can taste the tension. I'm extremely excited for more of this story to unravel. I also read on Jenny Trout's blog that the first sex scene is over 3000 words. Yes, please.

The gods of fiction demand that you read this now.

P.S. Congratulations to Emerald for finding Alice! She's totally fucked, she thinks that she's stuck in her bedroom with melting walls. I think I'm going to leave her there for awhile. If you want to swing by and talk to her, she's only communicating through blog posts, but she's reading her comments.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, refer to this.

JOOSE!

I bought this today.

Betty Boop approves.

According to my lovely roommate, I woke up one day (Saturday) and decided that I wanted to liquefy vegetables. I'm SO not that impulsive. I totally decided on Friday night that I wanted to liquefy vegetables.

I watched this documentary on NetFlix (while I should have probably been updating my blog) called Hungry For Change, and it was extremely interesting and enlightening. I already knew that preservatives are bad, and that fast food isn't real food, but I didn't realize that we can't even trust our staples anymore, like bread. "Oh, it's okay, I make my own bread!" I say, but of course, I can't trust the flour or sugar either.

The whole theme of the movie is that people in modern first world countries are overweight but they're actually starving themselves, because they're getting too many calories and not enough nutrients. This, of course, leads to people being constantly hungry and eating too much. Of course in between all of these healthy-assed people telling me this they're showing clips of people eating big macs and doughnuts, which led to me mowing down a bunch of peanut butter cups while watching the movie.

The rest of the movie talked about how anyone can boost their health and nutrition, and improve weight, skin, hair, every part of you. In most shows or documentaries about such things, I kick back with my bag of chips and give the TV the finger because I like to eat and nobody is going to dictate to me what I should and should not consume. I tried a diet once, I think I maybe lasted two weeks, because as soon as I tell myself that I can't have something... oh do I ever want it.

Anyway this movie surprised me, because not one of those people said to stop eating anything. They said to find organic local grown stuff, like fruits and vegetables, or if there are any farms or markets nearby that sell flour that isn't processed to shit. Then just add that into your diet. You'll be getting the nutrients that your body needs, and eventually you won't want to binge on stuff anymore because your body won't be hungry all the time. Pretty cool stuff.

And then they showed me a wonderful and fun looking contraption known as the juicer. I knew that juicers existed, but I thought they were basically blenders with a different name. I apparently need to be more observant. Juicers... wait for it... juice things. They extract the juice from fruits and vegetables and squirt it into a glass for consuming. So if you juice your daily serving of vegetables into a glass and drink it in the morning, within a half hour your body will have easily digested and absorbed it all and you'll feel awesome. So they say.

When I get something in my head, I have to do it. I'm an all or nothing kinda gal. I love vegetables and fruit, so very much. But it's hard to consume the proper amount each day, and I like to cook them, which takes out half the nutrients. And like, seriously, spinach juice? Sign me up!

So in short, (ha ha, this wasn't short at all!) I researched the crap out of every juicer in existence, and found one at Canadian Tire that is under $100 and had really great reviews. And I am going to share my juiciness with you all. ;)

Tee hee, it's called the Magic Bullet.

So after my roomie, Lisa, and I went nuts at the grocery store buying every fruit and vegetable and fresh herb imaginable, I brought this fucker home and assembled it in about 1.2 minutes. I'd also researched some juice recipes and decided to test drive this one first:

(Found on www.juicerhead.com)

Garlic V8 Juice Recipe

2 tomatoes (I used one large one)

2 cloves of peeled garlic (Again, I only used one big one)

1 handful of spinach

2 celery stalks

2 carrots

1/4 lemon (I skipped this, didn't want to taint the garlic)

1 shot of hot sauce (optional)

Tell me that doesn't make your mouth water. So I turned on the Beast (that's the juicer's new name) and tossed in the garlic. Before I could blink, it was pulp. A flutter of maniacal excitement rippled through me, like a kid just discovering that fingerpaints make way prettier pictures all over the walls of the living room. I juiced the shit of my veggies, and in less than thirty seconds I had what looked like vomit in a glass.

It tasted like a freshly squeezed caesar. (Side note: I totally just got a picture in my head of someone throwing a Roman king in a juicer. Just thought I would share.) It was so garlic-y, so tomatoe-y, ahhh, I can't even describe it. I wanted to add vodka so bad but I thought that might defeat the purpose.

At this point Lisa was pretty stoked, so she looked through the recipe book that came with the juicer while I rinsed all the parts. I read during my research travels that it's imperative to clean everything immediately after use, or else the blade parts become cemented with pulp and it's the hugest bitch to clean. This one comes with a handy little toothbrush scrubber thing specifically for cleaning the net, so it was really easy to clean. Gold star for the Magic Bullet.

Bottom right is my puke caesar.

She picked one that used five handfuls of spinach and an apple. It, too, looked like vomit, and tasted like heaven. It actually tasted like apple, but it was so good I'm never going to be able to drink store bought apple juice again. It didn't make very much juice, however, so we just started throwing shit in there. I'm pretty sure there was kale, celery, carrot, pear, and lemon, but I can't remember. It was lovely.

Our other roommate and landlord had his interest piqued and this point and decided to throw one of everything in there. It turned really cool colours due to the blackberries:

I don't even know what that looks like.

His actually tasted kinda spicy, which was weird because there was nothing spicy in it, but he did toss in half a sweet red pepper so maybe that did it? In any case, we learned that anything can be disguised. I'm pretty excited, because I hate cranberries because of their ass aftertaste, but I figure if I add enough sweet fruits to them then I'll get the benefits of the cranberries without the ass.

So, juicing is awesome. And even though greens don't produce a lot of juice, five handfuls of spinach is a pretty decent sized salad. So that two ounce shot of green is a bowl of salad's worth of nutrients in one swallow. And so yummy!

In conclusion, I'm going to be drinking at least two glasses a day of this shit, and I'd like to share the results. It's the easiest way to consume healthy shit and I'm super stoked about it. Now I'm going to celebrate with some peanut butter cups.

Houston, we have a problem.

So, as you may or may not know, I'm a self-proclaimed writer. I like to post article style non-fiction things, as proven by this blog, but my real passion is fiction. Science fiction and fantasy mostly, but there are many stories dancing around in my head.

And with these stories come characters. Dancing around in my head. Or sometimes not.

See, there's this one character. Her name is Alice Cheshire Morgan, and she's more than a little fucked up. She's also very desperate and impatient for me to tell her story. So desperate, in fact, that she managed to weasel her way into my almost-finished second novel, Celestial Starshower. Didn't mean for her to be there, but she managed to enter the Vivid universe and, well, I didn't have the heart to drag her back out of it. It was a fit, of sorts.

Anyway, I was busily making my way through the novel John Dies at the End (by the amazing David Wong), given to me for Christmas by a friend of mine. The book is pants-shittingly creepy and hilarious all at the same time. Seriously, I'm going to be jumpy for weeks. To say the book was absorbing (I read it in two sittings over a 24 hour period) is an understatement.

Alice managed to slip out on me before I was finished the book. When I turned the last page, I knew something was missing. I rifled through my memory warehouse (thank you, Stephen King) and realized the side door was wide open, smashing against the outer wall in the fierce wind.

Normally when a character gets super antsy, they escape into the written word, but I've been squashing Alice down for at least a decade. For whatever reason, I've never had the pristine clarity of inspiration to be able to write her story. And in that time, she's gone a little whacked. This isn't the first time she's done this, either. The last time it took me two months to find her, because she'd convinced herself that she was an eight year old Korean boy trapped in a bomb shelter in Texas. One of my sources found her posting excessively on a dead-for-years message board in broken english, trying to reach out to someone who could help her.

Naturally you can see why it will be difficult. Every time she slips out she takes on a different identity and hides in the internet. This time I might just let her go. I haven't decided yet. Maybe after enough trips throughout her own personalities I'll have a proper story to tell.

In any case, I'm proposing someone else look for her this time. Not sure if she'll be a he, what her name will be, where she is, or what she's saying, if she's saying anything at all. So I can't really give you any clues. If you come across her, let me know. Or just talk to her. Maybe she can tell her own story.