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
Day One
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.
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