Theoretically Speaking

While my sister was visiting during Christmas, we had one of those crazy, never-ending conversations at about 3AM. We joked about how it could become my next book and a couple of weeks later, I had a prologue and a first chapter. Here's the title, catch line, a cover I made while bored, and a little snippet:

Theoretically Speaking

In theory, she’s meant to find her one true love.
In reality, the search might be close to impossible. 

Being compared to a serial killer wasn’t particularly pleasant. Being forced to compare yourself to a serial killer was even less pleasant. For me, it was almost impossible not to. 

Because I had an obsession, just like most serial killers had an obsession with murder. From the day that my mother read me Cinderella, my obsession over finding my own prince charming had begun. When I say an obsession, I meant it in the truest sense of the word. It was, as described by the dictionary, the domination of my thoughts or feelings by the persistent idea and desire of finding my one true love. And nothing could stand in my way. 

If I had to jump over a fence to ensure that my new neighbor wasn’t my prince charming and in the process sprained my wrist, then so be it. If I had to face my fear of psychics to find a clue about the identity of said prince charming, so be it. If I had to ridicule myself in front of every guy who asked me out…again, so be it. 

This is from the first chapter. In a few months, it'll be posted on Inkpop (http://inkpop.com/profile/6c928805-a335-4c9b-9e97-99d9c7841f04/blueview/), so do check it out ^_^

Nannies

I watched The Nanny Diaries a few days ago and realized how good life as a nanny could be. You get a nice place to stay, get paid well (except for Annie in the movie, but she does seem to be an exception) and get to spend time with adorable kids. And you don't even need a college degree! How much better can it get?

If my parents wouldn't disown me for becoming a nanny, you would all be calling me Annie The Nanny as of now. (Funny coincidence: the nanny's name in the movie is Annie. My name is Anne but most people call me Annie. Doesn't it seem like it's meant to be? :P)

And we can't forget the perks of nannying some cute, rich kid: meeting rich, hot guys. Let's just concentrate on the second adjective, since the first isn't very important right now. In the movie, Annie meets Harvard Hottie, some hot guy who went to Harvard and now lives on the floor below. Now let's imagine this: I wake up, make breakfast for a cute little kid, take him to school, run into a hot guy living on the floor below while I'm on the elevator and go home to daydream about him. Sigh. Nanny Life, oh how I wish I could come.

 

Theories and Envelopes

Hi everyone, anyone :)

I'm Anne, and I think it's about time I made a blog :P

This blog will be full of my weird and crazy theories which I've oddly written on a bunch of funky hand-made envelopes, and my random thoughts (I've got a ton of those). I'll also post some things (excerpts, updates, whatnots) about my writing. If anyone wants to read more, I'll eventually be posting more of my novels on Inkpop.

Aaaand...that's about it ^_^