There’s something unsettling in having to tell a one-night stand that you’re pregnant with his child, when you yourself are a man, it gets…let’s call it complicated.
Molly: What music, if any do you listen to when you write?
Bronwyn: It depends, a lot of the time I prefer to watch the tv, normally boxsets. I find myself singing more than concentrating (apparently music is my thing) though if I can’t stand what’s on the tv my shuffle has The Rubans, Megan Washington, Cloud Control, San Cisco, on it right now
Molly: Are you a full time writer, or part time writer?
Bronwyn: Technically I’m a stay at home mum who inspires to go from that into fulltime writing, but in reality my children are both at school, and they are very good at entertaining themselves. So really, I’d say I’m full time.
Molly: What was the transition like between part time and full time writer?
Bronwyn: I’m not sure if this question applies, lol. When I had children my life got thrown, I was young and in the middle of working out my life. So it became being about a mum. Which meant I needed something else in my life, and that became reading, which turned to writing, and I am always going to be this. I have a hope that I never have to work outside the house and I’m taking steps, not only in my writing but also with other aspects of the job to insure I never have to.
Molly: Do you have a word count per day you try to hit?
Bronwyn: Not really, I’m not great at this whole author thing, I actually hate writing, love everything else, but actually sitting down and writing it…doesn’t work out well for me. It’s also a reason why I work better at night when I can’t just get up and do something else.
Saying this, I like to have a 2K a day word could, but I very rarely get that amount of words out.
I also have put myself in a situation where I am now writing for the next year releases not the year I’m in, therefore I’m not on such a strict timeline.
I am trying for a book a month, and it’s been working so far. (I want to point out I do write short stories and/or short novellas not novels)
Molly: When you finish writing a book, how long before you begin writing the next one?
Bronwyn: I tend to take 1 week off. This works when I end up writing books back to back, I still take that week off, just at the end (I wrote 3 books in a row earlier this year and just had the next month off full writing).
I also have the option of taking the week leading up to release off. Stress is never a great time to write (unless you’re writing about someone being stressed, then it’s probably a perfect time)
Ben rushed to the toilet, sliding into the bowl as he slipped on the bathmat. His fingers hurt as he smacked them into the porcelain moments before he spilled his guts out into the bowl.
His retching, the splash of liquid hitting water and the sting in his eyes were the only thing on his mind as he tried to get the poison out of him so that he could stop being sick. He really needed to stop being sick.
Please can someone make it stop.
Ben took a breath as he slowly straightened himself up. Hoping his stomach was over this burst. He grabbed at a handful of toilet paper and used it to blow his noise before he whipped his mouth and threw the clump into the bowl as he got to his feet. His head stayed on level, hanging over the bowl as he waited. A second, a minute, he didn’t want to stand, he didn’t want to be looking down at the bowl, but it was hard, these moments of calm.
Flushing, Ben stood over the sink, washed his face and mouth out before he grabbed at his toothbrush and started on his teeth. He couldn’t stand the taste, couldn’t deal with the fact that he’d spewed and even though he’d be here again, going over the same routine, like he had six times since last night. He needed to feel clean and without getting in the shower, his teeth were the next best thing.
Ben shuffled his way back into the bedroom then looked around. He didn’t feel that bad at that moment. Queasy, yeah, because of the recent spewing. But on the whole, his head wasn’t hurting, his body wasn’t aching and he didn’t have a temp. He was just vomiting, had been just vomiting for a week and a half now.
Ben did not understand why it was happening. He’d even been to the hospital about it and they sent him home after nearly a day on an IV and all tests coming back clean. He did not have food poisoning or gastro issues. He did not have fucking anything and the fact that he hadn’t spewed at the hospital itself hadn’t help, just got him home quicker.
He’d felt like a fool. Therefore, he kept it all to himself even though the sickness didn’t seem to be passing, didn’t seem to be anything even as he kept on doing it.
He drank as much as he could and he did seem to keep a lot of the water down. He even managed to eat a bit every now and then. Not as much as he’d normally consume but enough to say he’d eaten.
Smells seemed to be a big trigger. And the fact that he lived in a shitty apartment block meant there were a lot of them, at all different times. Each smell different from the next, nothing he could really track.
Breakfast was okay, toast and tea even, but any small waft of coffee and he’d be running to the toilet. The oily mechanic sweaty smell didn’t sit well with him either, which was weird, as it happened to be his favourite smell on a man.
Animal’s…he could not do them at all. Could not stand that animally smell they had, a smell he’d never really noticed until this last week. Dogs were the worst, they reeked in a way that got Ben backing away as quickly as he could. If one touched him, brushed against his hand, his body…well the last time it happened he was at his neighbour’s feet. Luckily, Daniel had been nice enough to wash away the evidence from the front steps.
Odder still was the fact that it took him four times under scolding water to wash the dog’s smell off him and he’d not been able to rest until he did. Could not sit still until it was clearly away.
A knock sounded around his apparent before Ben had made it to bed. He looked out towards the front of his apartment, even if all he saw from his position was the open bedroom door.
Bronwyn was always the ‘wait until the movie comes out’ kinda girl. This was because reading wasn’t her strongest point; the only books she was able to read were Baby Sitter Club: Little Sister and Paul Jennings anthologies
Add a 2yr old and another on the way, she needed a hobby, which she found in reading. Picking up a book opened a whole new world to her, one she never thought she’d ever be able to enter.
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