Synopses

So, here I am again. I have been trying to hide from a world which I find increasingly horrifying. It is so difficult to continue to believe in the good of humankind sometimes but this negative talk is not what this post or site is supposed to be about.

One of the reasons I’ve not been on line is that my computer, poor old thing, is dying a slow and painful death. I do need a new one but that’s highly unlikely in the near future, so I have to ride out the glitches and hope I don’t lose anyone along the way. Speaking about losing people, I have just unsubscribed to a multitude of emails, most of which I did NOT subscribe to anyway. What the hell! I thought my junk setting was supposed to prevent all this stuff from getting through. Some of it is disgusting, or trying to make me feel fat, or stupid or both. all of this is to say, I might have gone overboard and deleted even things I want so if you have been unfollowed or unsubscribed to I will find you again. Please excuse me in the meantime.

Enough!

Synopses – difficult little beggars aren’t they? I have recently written one for a novel of Percy Rose’s which is being entered in a competition. It’s too late to change it now as I’ve already sent it in because the deadline is very close and I’m not sure how long my little machine is going to co-operate. Here it is below. Please let me know if having read it you would want to read the actual novel…I’m nervous…here goes!

Jenny’s Story

Synopsis:

The alluring Jenny Chesterton, who by her own account has lived a very ordinary life in suburban Brisbane, is in a mental institution’s locked ward. She swears she is innocent of the murder of not one but two police officers, Inspector Blackmore and the young detective sent to question her about his death.

Doctor Alec Bashem, expert police psychiatrist, is tasked with deciding if she is sane enough to stand trial for the murders; how and why she killed and whether there have been other kills she is responsible for.

Jenny is an expert manipulator and taunts Bashem with her sexuality and his perceived inadequacies. She draws him in with her tricks and deliberately breaks down the Doctor-Patient relationship. Alec knows he should resist her wiles but the sight of her, the smell of her, the touch of her hand, the glimpses of her bare thighs, the brush of her breast on his arm and the unspoken promise of physical delight all overcome his stoic rectitude. Her power and his weakness drive him to distraction.

As they aren’t making much headway in their interviews, Alec suggests she write her thoughts down in the form of letters to him. In her writings and during the interviews the story of her murderous activities are told, then denied. He discovers there is the possibility of a manuscript or diary written by her mother, Ruth Chesterton, where she claims to be a serial killer par excellence. Serial killers are Alec’s fascination and he is desperate to read the MSS and will do and say whatever it takes to get hold of it.

Jenny continues to taunt him undermining the façade he has built up to protect himself from a cruel world where one’s looks often determine one’s worth. He can resist no longer despite her scorn of his physical attributes eroding his self-confidence. He hates her for the power she comes to have over him and knows he must end it.

Alec is under more and more pressure by Chief Inspector Brett Collier and his new sidekick Detective James Blackmore Addison to get some answers fast, before the woman’s lawyer brother arrives back from London. Did she or did she not murder the two policemen? Is she sane enough to stand trial?

Forced to comply, Alec arranges extra sessions to find the answers.

The unthinkable happens and Jenny suicides.

Where does that leave their investigations? Is Alec right that the police (and himself) are culpable for her death, or is there more to it than that?

 

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HI! Whoo hoo!

Didn’t expect me back so soon, did you? …Me either…

So, some good news at last…for me anyway…One of my poems has been chosen to be published in the 2016 Grieve Anthology. It is an old one that I submitted earlier this year and forgot about. Then out of the blue, a congratulations email and please edit and return…Whoo hoo! So I sent it off yesterday. I really needed this pick me up…Our world is a sad, sad place at the moment.

I know I shouldn’t let all the bad news stories affect me but they do! I am heartsick for all the misery in the world and the ascendance of horrifying racist policies here in Australia and overseas. God help us all.

I think I need to step away from the news for a while and give my self time and peace to recuperate in … sigh… I am happy about the above though.

It seems the dark side of my otherwise lightweight self is the one that is having any success. The poem, ‘The Decision’, makes me cry every time I read it and I can’t read out loud because I get choked up. Is that weird? Am I supposed to react like that? It is not about me or mine, but as a nurse I see lots of sad things and people making difficult decisions. When I was young I was able to wade through these muddy water but now that I’m older and have experienced more of life I feel them soak my feathers and try to pull me under. I usually get to the other side but each time it is a little more difficult.

Thank you my friends for buoying me up. I love you all.  Rosa

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All New Look

Well, here I am again. I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding me. As you can see I am in the midst of a clean out and complete change around.

In future this site will be all about my various scribblings and my art work will have a site of its own. I haven’t named it yet. Probably something really catchy like – Rosa Paints – perhaps not. (All suggestions welcome).

I have also altered the name slightly but none of the other parameters so you should still receive it ok if you have ‘followed.’  I certainly hope so.

I have several main pages that are then divided into subgroups, so I hope you find it easy enough to navigate. I haven’t yet populated most of those but the Welcome page is up as is the main Poetry page and the About page. I will add to this as the mood strikes.

I have decided to self-publish next year come what may…I hope so anyway. I will let you know how it goes.   Ciao for now Rosa

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Updating

I have decided it is time to update my site here at WordPress. I have no idea really how to go about this so will be winging it. I need something fresh and eye-catching. I also need to tidy up my gallery and other pages so it it is better presented and effective. I have asked myself if I ought to have a number of different blog site for my various interests, but I can barely keep up with one so that won’t work at all, as you well know if you know me or have read any of my previous blogs.

I need my Art Gallery with its different genre pages, then there is my poetry, my short stories, my plays, my fantasy-type novels and let’s not forget my alter-ego’s (Percy Rose) murder writing. Oh, and I nearly forgot, I have sort of stated a memoir i.e. I’ve written a number of shorts of largely disparate vignettes of my life. I have no idea how that book will eventually look or be put together.

Where do I start fixing my blog? Do I have to close down the site to effect the changes? Should I get a completely new address? You can step in and help me out here anytime, thanks.

I know how I will be spending this lovely, cloudy Sunday…probably tearing my hair out. Deep breaths and in I plunge…Ciao for now Rosa.

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Back home

Well, here iam back home in Townsville and happy to be breakfasting on The Strand with the view above. You have to admit that view is hard to beat and as good as and better that a lot of places I visited dostellawn south. Having said that I had a great time away (thanks Stella , you’re a stellar friend.)

It is cool and cloudy here today and ppreparations and damn detours are being set up in readiness for the big Airshow over the weekend. I’m actualy here to put my poor little car in for a service. It did a sterling job for my journey but about 15 mins from home I got a flat, not just a puncture but a truly shredded tyre. A call to RACQ and all was put to rights but I arrived an hour later than planned and was completely exhausted…maybe I should give up long road trips….

Now I have to decide what I’m going to do about my research problem. I have one more lead to follow up then I’m just going to go ahead and self-publish anyway.

Yes I know…self-publishing is a difficult row to hoe butI did it for the anthologies of the writer’s group I used to belong to some years ago so I can do it now. I just have to brush up on the whys and wherefores and ta da…

For today I will simply kick back and enjoy a day of leisure while the car is in its day spa.

My god! it’s a beautiful day here, hope you enjoy yours…   Ciao for now,  Rosa.

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Rocked back to Rocky

Yes, here I am back in Rocky bumming off Stella again. I got in at around 2:30pm after 6hrs driving. It is quite a nice drive but I was exhausted and lolled around until Stella got home from work. Then we went out to a birthday party for one of her theatre friends. As you can see from the photo it was fun, and that Logie was heavy.

I did no writing or thinking about writing… well, not too much…

I’m leaving for the long haul back to Townsville on Sunday. I shall be glad to get home..but then I’ll have to mow..

Time for bed   Ciao for now   Rosa.

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Research is a waiting game…

Weeeeeellll! No luck today nobody wants to talk to me regarding the Pyramid it seems, and nor does anyone from the Kabi Kabi.

I am terribly disappointed and will keep trying but if I still have not been contacted by the time I’m ready to publish then I will just go ahead. Everything I’ve worked from is freely available on the net and  I write without malice or desire to insult. I write simply time intrigue and entertain.

I drove out to the Pyramid site hoping that someone would be in touch before I arrived . No such luck and it’s private property.

So I drove out to Rainbow  Beach, where part of the novel takes place. The countryside is lovely and the sea beautiful. I didn’t find the rainbow sands  though. I need a guide I think. I will have to come back more prepared next time.

I’ve had a good if unfruitful time..tomorrow I return to Rocky then Sunday back to Townsville, grooooaaannn…

Sleepy times now… Ciao   Rosa

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