Noizchild and Office 365 are Getting Divorced (Maybe)

Yeah, you read that right. Office 365 and I might be breaking up. I’ve tried everything to get it to work, but it just failed on me. If you have to fight with a writing program to keep it from crashing every time you save, it’s time to wait for the new model. (Word 2019 is coming out next year.)

For now, I am using OpenOffice. It’s just like Word without some of the fancy features. I am coping with it and I like it. If I can figure out how to get it to the save point of where I typed and how to show my word count at the bottom, it would be perfect. For now, I will wait and you can…

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Progress Update

Here is a little update on my progress with my work:

  • Chapter one of Steel Prison edited!
  • Still fixing all of the pictures and music on my web site.
  • Still waiting for Webs to fix its file manager problem so that I can finish moving my site back.
  • Finishing up some projects.
  • Started a new story.
  • Still writing my WIP’s.
  • Will resume City Lounge shortly. (I’m about to wrap up book two of London and start book two of New York).

That’s it for now. Meanwhile, you can…

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City Lounge: London (Book Two, Chapter Four: Sophie the Queen)

Chapter Four: Sophie the Queen:


Even tonight, Sophie still has a strange effect on me. Seeing her face changed my plans for tonight. Initially, I had just planned to go with the flow of playing crappy pop music for the ladies tonight. (My soul was dying in the process). But when I saw her face on the monitors above, something inside of me took over. I began to think about my own music. That day with Sophie started up my passion for music again.

Before I knew it, my fingers took over the DJ Booth. Something inside of me told me not think, but feel. I counted down to when the last Sam Smith song played out. My mind chanted Massive Attack.

Massive Attack. Massive Attack. Massive Attack Massive Attack. Massive Attack!

Before I knew it, “Angel” started floating through the club. More

I am a Bit Stuck

I have a bit of a problem. No, I already fixed the Photobucket one. I’m talking about the one for the main site.

I started out at Webs, but then it started to have problems. So, I moved to Neocities. That was great for a while, but it started to conflict with Photobucket in Chrome and Firefox. So, I went back to Webs. That was going fine until my files stopped loading and I couldn’t get the upload function to work. And they haven’t done anything to fix it. I can’t even reach them and they aren’t responding to my various complaints. I’m thinking that it’s time to move back to Neocities or find another server if the problems aren’t sorted. Anyone know of web servers that are free and will let me upload files? I’m open for suggestions. For now…

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Introducing… City Lounge: New York

These are the characters of City Lounge: New York, Book One:

  • Isabella “Izzie” Peterson: 25, black, bisexual and polygamous, writer
  • Kris: 25, white, straight, soldier in the army, Izzie’s boyfriend
  • Diane Grey: 25, white, lesbian and journalist, Izzie’s girlfriend
  • Liz Whitehead: 24, white, lesbian, social worker, Diane’s best friend
  • Maggie: 25, black, straight, pediatrician, Naomi’s best friend
  • Katie: 25, white, straight, vet, Kris’ childhood friend
  • Aaron: 24, white, Jewish, gay, bartender, Izzie’s best friend
  • Ian: 25, white, gay, actor, Elle’ best friend and friends with Hayley
  • Shasha: 25, white, lesbian, receptionist/musician
  • Shane High: 26, white, lesbian, hair dresser
  • Elle Grey: 25, white, lesbian, actress, friends with Hayley
  • Carmen: 25, Latina, lesbian, DJ
  • Hayley Watanabe: 25, Half-Japanese and white, lesbian, movie buff, comic book artist, friends with Elle and Ian
  • Naomi: 25, white, lesbian, freelance photographer, Maggie’s best friend
  • Hector: 25, Hispanic, straight, Carmen’s cousin

There you have it. There’s everyone from Paris, Berlin, London, and New York in the first books of each of their series. I will have more details on the existing characters and new ones as we go along. Plus, I will make a new announcement in the wonderful world of my publishing. For now…

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City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter Eight: Season of the Witch)

Chapter Eight: Season of the Witch:

Simone has this powerful hold on me. Every night, I am reminded of this. Tonight was no different. I walked her home from hanging around at her mom’s cafe. It started with Simone nibbling on my ear. My whole body became tense.  When my eyes trailed downwards, she looked up at me with catlike grin.

“Entertain me,” she purred in my ear. Something in her voice ordered me to comply. My face turned red as I gulped.

“Simone…” was all that came out of my mouth.

“Please?” she asked. I hadn’t realized how close she was to my body. I lowered my eyes to where she had her arms around mine. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter Seven: Cooking Therapy)

Chapter Seven: Cooking Therapy:

Over the past few days, I have been learning how to cook the French way. It’s actually helped me get over Paula, really. (I don’t know what to do fully make of the Simone situation, but that’s not the focus today.) I have come to enjoy shopping in the markets. I was missing out on this? Plus, I am saving money too? Sweet!

I started off with that fruit salad.

“You do know all of the basics of cooking with fruit, right?” Simone asked.

“Of course,” I said. “Don’t you have to wash it, peel it, and all that?” More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter Six: Fruit Market)

Chapter Six: Fruit Market:

Who knew Paula and I lived near the Marché Bastille? Okay, we passed through it a few times when going to and from work, but I never stopped, stopped in it for a look around. We always bought food at the high-priced stores.

“We always bought food at the high-priced stores,” I repeated to Simone as walked through, looking at the many stalls opening up for the day.

“I am sorry to hear that,” she said. I gave her a strange look.

“Don’t you shop at the high-priced stores too?” I asked.

“Not for food,” Simone said. “Mama wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I did.”

“Huh?” I asked. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter Five: Simone, Up, and Down)

Chapter Five: Simone, Up, and Down:

-Saturday Morning-

I woke in my bed from yesterday evening. I rubbed my forehead as I looked around.

“Where am I?” I muttered.

“Your place,” I heard someone answer. I looked and saw Simone sitting at the foot of my bed.

“So good to see you awake,” she said. I tilted my head.

“You dragged me home yesterday?” I asked.

“I had to. It wouldn’t be right to leave you laid out in the shop.”

I looked at her with big eyes. “What happened to me?”

“You drank your coffee too fast.”



I tilted my head before it donned on me. “Oh…”

“Yes. You drank it too fast. You’re not supposed to do that.”

“I’m not?”

“No.” She smiled when she said that. I began to remember the activities in that shop. I looked that Indigo Queen in her the eyes. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter Three: She’s My Lover)

Chapter Three: She’s My Lover:

Last night, man. Wow!

Simone led me back to her apartment after a night at her mom’s cafe. Charlotte kept eyeing me in the corner like I was going to steal something. Marie smacked her in the back of the head.

“If you have time to stand around staring at the customers, you can go and finish your homework,” I picked up on her saying. I couldn’t hear what Charlotte was muttering, but her mother gave her a stern look.

“What was that?” she asked. Charlotte’s brown ponytail swung from side to side as she shook her head before heading to the stairs to her room. Somehow, I couldn’t help but to smile. Go Marie! More

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