All her life she has done the right thing. But she is tired of living under her mother’s shadow. How can she ever compete with Margaret Wright, the first Human judge on the Intergalactic High Court?
Within the space of a few days, Angela drops out in the last semester at Intergalactic Bureau of Investigation Academy, signs a bounty hunting contract to find the top ten criminals in the galaxy, and kisses Brenda, her best friend since childhood.
She might be late, but at last she is blooming.
What inspired you to write this book?
Actually, I was reading a Noir style novel written by a friend. It had a sarcastic tone, great characters that are flawed and fighting the good fight. I loved it so much that I thought I’d do something like it. Mine did not turn out to be a noir, but the badass alpha female inspired Angela’s character.
Where did you come up with the names in the story?
When I write, I usually don’t name my characters. I make a list of male and female names that would fit in with the type of story I’m writing. Then I write and every time a character’s name appears, I’ll insert MC1 (Main Character 1), or MC2, or V1 (Villain 1) and so forth. It might continue up to chapter three or four.
Angela told me her name in a dream one night. Bren jumped right in with her name the first time she appeared in the story. So actually she was named almost two weeks before I knew the main character would be Angela..
What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
I am addicted to learning. I always do a lot of research for my novels. There are books that I spend two months in research even before I sit down to outline.
Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick?
Angela is a bit conflicted in the first two books. She wants to become a person in her own right, but she has difficulty in walking away from her mother, Margaret. She also trusts people to easily. She surrounds herself with people she thinks off as family, but some of them are not good for her at all.
She doesn’t have the ability to stop and think. She is very impulsive. Sometimes that is good, but more often it isn’t.
Bren, Angela’s love interest, is to opposite. She is very laid back. She is in a job that bores her, but has no aspirations to leave, because there is no pressure on her at all. I have been pondering to write her “side-story.”
Who knows, maybe one day?
Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book?
Oh yes! I did a lot of research about what life would be like in 2053. And it was so wonderful to see the concepts that people are working on for the future. In Canada, for instance, they are working on a city where all deliveries would be made via tunnels underground. Buildings would have all the latest tech already installed for us. And there was this cool bed that I swear could be my future house. It has aircon, a fridge, internet and stuff controlled by voice command. The end of the bed will have the largest television screen you’ve ever seen, with surround sound. You can close the sides of the bed with screens to make it soundproof.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
This series has six books that are all completed. # 5 and #6 are at the editors as I type this. I also have a Paranormal Romance Trilogy that will be hitting the markets later the year. For 2020 I’m doing a seven book Epic Fantasy series (Voices of the Apocalypse) of which three books are completed, but still need to be professionally edited.
Actually, I was reading a Noir style novel written by a friend. It had a sarcastic tone, great characters that are flawed and fighting the good fight. I loved it so much that I thought I’d do something like it. Mine did not turn out to be a noir, but the badass alpha female inspired Angela’s character.
Where did you come up with the names in the story?
When I write, I usually don’t name my characters. I make a list of male and female names that would fit in with the type of story I’m writing. Then I write and every time a character’s name appears, I’ll insert MC1 (Main Character 1), or MC2, or V1 (Villain 1) and so forth. It might continue up to chapter three or four.
Angela told me her name in a dream one night. Bren jumped right in with her name the first time she appeared in the story. So actually she was named almost two weeks before I knew the main character would be Angela..
What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
I am addicted to learning. I always do a lot of research for my novels. There are books that I spend two months in research even before I sit down to outline.
Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick?
Angela is a bit conflicted in the first two books. She wants to become a person in her own right, but she has difficulty in walking away from her mother, Margaret. She also trusts people to easily. She surrounds herself with people she thinks off as family, but some of them are not good for her at all.
She doesn’t have the ability to stop and think. She is very impulsive. Sometimes that is good, but more often it isn’t.
Bren, Angela’s love interest, is to opposite. She is very laid back. She is in a job that bores her, but has no aspirations to leave, because there is no pressure on her at all. I have been pondering to write her “side-story.”
Who knows, maybe one day?
Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book?
Oh yes! I did a lot of research about what life would be like in 2053. And it was so wonderful to see the concepts that people are working on for the future. In Canada, for instance, they are working on a city where all deliveries would be made via tunnels underground. Buildings would have all the latest tech already installed for us. And there was this cool bed that I swear could be my future house. It has aircon, a fridge, internet and stuff controlled by voice command. The end of the bed will have the largest television screen you’ve ever seen, with surround sound. You can close the sides of the bed with screens to make it soundproof.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
This series has six books that are all completed. # 5 and #6 are at the editors as I type this. I also have a Paranormal Romance Trilogy that will be hitting the markets later the year. For 2020 I’m doing a seven book Epic Fantasy series (Voices of the Apocalypse) of which three books are completed, but still need to be professionally edited.
Angela opened the door to her apartment for Bren, who arrived with pizza and wine and enough chocolate to feed a small town’s children. She also chewed with her mouth open, gasping at the hot cheese on the pizza slice. Angela picked with her fingers at her own food. Her stomach was all tied up in a small fist, and there was no place for anything.
“You need to eat, girl,” Bren said.
“If Thomas was here, he would have told you that isn’t cheese,” Angela said, nodding at the pizza.
“It’s not cheese?” Bren said. “Then what is it? Because it looks like cheese, it sure smells like cheese, and,” she took a big bite, “it tastes like cheese.”
“Not real cheese,” Angela said. “That was made from chickpeas. Real cheese came from milk.”
“But now there are no more cows, or goats or whatever other animals gave Humans milk,” Bren said, chewing. “So this,” she nodded to the pizza slice in her hand, “is real cheese.”
Angela shrugged.
“Anyway, isn’t he a vegan?” Bren asked. “What does he know about cheese?”
“He used to not be one,” Angela said. “But he still remembers what real cheese and real meat tasted like. He hates the new meat they grow artificially. Says it tastes like grass, but smells like cow, or chicken, or whatever variety you bought.”
“And don’t think by changing the subject you get out of jail,” Bren said, shaking her head from side to side. “You still need to eat.”
Angela looked into Bren’s eyes. “I had something when I got back from the gym.”
“Liar,” Bren said.
Angela sighed. “I had a protein shake.”
“Ok, that I do believe. But you need real food.”
“We already established that nothing you are putting in your mouth right now is in fact real food,” Angela said, smiling. “Not the cheese nor the meat.”
“Its food according to the standards of 2053,” Bren said. “So have some.”
“Maybe later,” she said, shoving the plate away. “I’d feel better once we have looked at the mess and did what we could to contain the fall out.”
“Did you let your mother know?”
Angela shook her head. “Should I be the one?”
“That is a copout thought.”
“I know.”
Angela lifted her mobile, opened the last conversation to her mother. Typed in #wrightfight. For a moment her fingers hung in the air as she thought about what else to say. But there was nothing to add.
She pressed send.
“Done.”
“That was short.”
Angela took a swig from the glass of Shiraz. “…and sweet,” she added.
“Did you talk to her since the party?”
Angela rose, started to clear the table.
“Stop running, Ang.”
“I don’t know what to say to her,” Ange said from the kitchen. “All ties seem to be severed.”
“That’s a lie,” Bren said. “She’s your mother. It might be all twisted right now, but the connection is still there.”
“I know.”
“But you lack the courage to make the jump, don’t ya?”
Angela shrugged, but Bren’s eyes on her burned like fire. “Yes,” she admitted.
“You were a cop. You worked the city streets,” Bren said, “Courage isn’t something you ever had a shortage off.”
“I don’t feel myself anymore,” Angela said as she sat down at the table again.
“What changed? Because the Angela I know would never fuck up her career with the Intergalactic Bureau of Investigation by driving drunk after a party.”
“I don’t know.”
“Copout answer.”
Angela sighed, swirled the red wine under her nose, and then swallowed it in one large gulp. Placing the glass down, she tried to think of what to tell Bren.
“I feel trapped.”
“How?”
“I’m Margaret Wright’s daughter,” she answered. “The one with the illustrious career as a judge. You know what that is like. You’ve been around long enough to see.”
Bren watched her carefully.
“But it’s even worse now that she is also the first ever Human to be selected to sit on the bench of the highest court in the galaxy,” Angela sighed.
“It never made you feel trapped before.”
“I’m almost thirty, and people still see her when they hear my name. It is as if I don’t exist at all… as if I’m not a person in my own right. I’m just another part of her, like an appendage that unexpectedly showed up.”
Bren did not answer.
“When they see me, it is like: look, here is something that popped off Margaret Wright, people. Margaret Wright MADE that…” Angela waved her hand from the head down to the feet, “well, whatever that is.”
“That sounds insightful. I’ll take it.”
“I don’t want to live in her shadow forever. I’m suffocating.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I need to get away,” Angela reached over and filled their glasses again.
“Ask for a transfer?”
“In the department she will always be with me. No matter where I go.”
“True.”
Bren opened the box of donuts she brought on the way from the office, holding it out to Angie who selected the chocolate covered one, tearing off a piece to pop into her mouth. They ate the pastries in silence, pondering how to move forward.
“I need to get off this planet.”
Bren’s eyes jumped from her donut to Angela’s face. “Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”
“Do you?”
For a long moment they only looked at each other, and then Bren looked away.
“Maybe.”
“You need to eat, girl,” Bren said.
“If Thomas was here, he would have told you that isn’t cheese,” Angela said, nodding at the pizza.
“It’s not cheese?” Bren said. “Then what is it? Because it looks like cheese, it sure smells like cheese, and,” she took a big bite, “it tastes like cheese.”
“Not real cheese,” Angela said. “That was made from chickpeas. Real cheese came from milk.”
“But now there are no more cows, or goats or whatever other animals gave Humans milk,” Bren said, chewing. “So this,” she nodded to the pizza slice in her hand, “is real cheese.”
Angela shrugged.
“Anyway, isn’t he a vegan?” Bren asked. “What does he know about cheese?”
“He used to not be one,” Angela said. “But he still remembers what real cheese and real meat tasted like. He hates the new meat they grow artificially. Says it tastes like grass, but smells like cow, or chicken, or whatever variety you bought.”
“And don’t think by changing the subject you get out of jail,” Bren said, shaking her head from side to side. “You still need to eat.”
Angela looked into Bren’s eyes. “I had something when I got back from the gym.”
“Liar,” Bren said.
Angela sighed. “I had a protein shake.”
“Ok, that I do believe. But you need real food.”
“We already established that nothing you are putting in your mouth right now is in fact real food,” Angela said, smiling. “Not the cheese nor the meat.”
“Its food according to the standards of 2053,” Bren said. “So have some.”
“Maybe later,” she said, shoving the plate away. “I’d feel better once we have looked at the mess and did what we could to contain the fall out.”
“Did you let your mother know?”
Angela shook her head. “Should I be the one?”
“That is a copout thought.”
“I know.”
Angela lifted her mobile, opened the last conversation to her mother. Typed in #wrightfight. For a moment her fingers hung in the air as she thought about what else to say. But there was nothing to add.
She pressed send.
“Done.”
“That was short.”
Angela took a swig from the glass of Shiraz. “…and sweet,” she added.
“Did you talk to her since the party?”
Angela rose, started to clear the table.
“Stop running, Ang.”
“I don’t know what to say to her,” Ange said from the kitchen. “All ties seem to be severed.”
“That’s a lie,” Bren said. “She’s your mother. It might be all twisted right now, but the connection is still there.”
“I know.”
“But you lack the courage to make the jump, don’t ya?”
Angela shrugged, but Bren’s eyes on her burned like fire. “Yes,” she admitted.
“You were a cop. You worked the city streets,” Bren said, “Courage isn’t something you ever had a shortage off.”
“I don’t feel myself anymore,” Angela said as she sat down at the table again.
“What changed? Because the Angela I know would never fuck up her career with the Intergalactic Bureau of Investigation by driving drunk after a party.”
“I don’t know.”
“Copout answer.”
Angela sighed, swirled the red wine under her nose, and then swallowed it in one large gulp. Placing the glass down, she tried to think of what to tell Bren.
“I feel trapped.”
“How?”
“I’m Margaret Wright’s daughter,” she answered. “The one with the illustrious career as a judge. You know what that is like. You’ve been around long enough to see.”
Bren watched her carefully.
“But it’s even worse now that she is also the first ever Human to be selected to sit on the bench of the highest court in the galaxy,” Angela sighed.
“It never made you feel trapped before.”
“I’m almost thirty, and people still see her when they hear my name. It is as if I don’t exist at all… as if I’m not a person in my own right. I’m just another part of her, like an appendage that unexpectedly showed up.”
Bren did not answer.
“When they see me, it is like: look, here is something that popped off Margaret Wright, people. Margaret Wright MADE that…” Angela waved her hand from the head down to the feet, “well, whatever that is.”
“That sounds insightful. I’ll take it.”
“I don’t want to live in her shadow forever. I’m suffocating.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I need to get away,” Angela reached over and filled their glasses again.
“Ask for a transfer?”
“In the department she will always be with me. No matter where I go.”
“True.”
Bren opened the box of donuts she brought on the way from the office, holding it out to Angie who selected the chocolate covered one, tearing off a piece to pop into her mouth. They ate the pastries in silence, pondering how to move forward.
“I need to get off this planet.”
Bren’s eyes jumped from her donut to Angela’s face. “Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”
“Do you?”
For a long moment they only looked at each other, and then Bren looked away.
“Maybe.”
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 | Angela Wright is new to bounty hunting, and on her way to find Nuremburg, a cop-killer. She is also new to Uranus. And to loving a woman. She thinks she’s doing rather well, for a late bloomer. She learns that Uranus’ has a nickname. “Black widow.” Interesting Creatures. An underground where the resistance live in squalor. And a box with journals and pictures from her father, Winston James Wright. Only, he died when she was six years old. Meanwhile on Earth, a stalker rears his head. His has his eyes and mind Angela’s girlfriend, Bren. Maybe blooming isn’t really what she thought it would be. Or maybe it is just that everyone else had a head start. |
 | This is book three of Angela’s Epistles Series. Finally Angela tastes success in as a bounty hunting. The Top Ten list of worst criminals was changing because of what she did. Having conquered her new career, she now turned her mind to new endeavours. Bren, her girlfriend, was still plagued by a stalker, and the police was not helping much. Angela starts to read her father’s journals, at last. He speaks about a betrayal. They are also filled with concern for the atrocities that was happening on Uranus. Therefore she sets forth to rescue her brother from the Black Widow (Uranus). She has a brilliant scheme, a map, and just in case, a Plan B. But can she leave Uranus untouched? Will its darkness touch her? Will she, and the team of people who are gathering, be able to get to the stalker before he gets to Bren? |
Currently married to her personal MacGyver, she surrounds herself with what enriches her body, mind and soul. Family. Friends. Nature. Great food. Good wine. Mountains of books. She writes novels challenging major themes of her life in the genres of fantasy and gothic horror, which she loves.
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