Rob is home from Baghdad for his mid-tour leave, so I'm re-running some favorite guest posts I've done on book tours. This is a character exercise I did for the "romantic Lead" of Mind Over Mind, Joshua Lawson. Joshua is interning at the mental health institute where Deryl had been committed for the past five years. It was fun to visit his first impressions and see how he changed over the course of the novel. The second book, Mind Over Psyche, is with the DragonMoon editors, and I'm writing the final book, Mind Over All. If you've not read Mind Over Mind, check it out: http://www.amazon.com/Mind-Over-Karina-L-Fabian/dp/1897492367
Journal of Joshua Lawson
I'm writing this journal in the hopes that it will help me keep my mouth shut while I'm at work. I have the feeling I'll be needing all the help I can get.
I knew when I took this internship, that I'd be facing an uphill battle. It doesn't matter how many years you've been working in the psychiatric field--when you're only 19 and all that work has been done alongside your psychiatrist father, people tend to dismiss it. Well, most, anyway. I think I have a couple of the staff convinced that I know my stuff--or at least enough that they can trust me with something more than bedpans and playing catch with the only teenage client, Ydrel.
Ydrel. What a piece of work he's going to be. He's got this idea that he's psychic--and he's real good at living it. Maybe too good. How the heck did he know about Mass in Pueblo? Maybe he'd keyed in that I was Catholic--but he described Mrs. Montoya pretty well. Spooky well. Anyway, it doesn't matter, right? No one is helping him here, and if I can, I will, even if it means trying to teach him control of "psychic powers." Guess I'll be browsing the paranormal section at the bookstore, though I might start with Myth, Inc. It's got ley lines and stuff, and anyhow, Ydrel needs to develop a sense of humor in a bad way.
Then there's Sachiko. Oh, man! She's beautiful and funny and she drives a Harley and I thought I was going to melt through the blacktop when she smiled at me in the parking lot and offered me a ride. Do I want to ride with her! And I can not, NOT, think that way this summer. She's staff--a swing shift nurse, like five or ten years older than me, and Ydrel's pretty protective of her, too. Apparently, she's taken care of him a long time. Just the way to wreck any trust I build with him, not to mention professional image. Besides, after Lattie, I promised to swear off women for the summer. So why can't I stop hearing her beautiful voice?
Okay. Enough for tonight. Work in the morning--and I don’t know what traffic is like that early. Rhode Island traffic is a far cry from Pueblo's. Bless me Lord, and help me keep my mouth shut and my feelings to myself--especially around Sachiko.