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IGNORING GRAVITY #10

Rose It took her all afternoon to test various eyecare products and write 1000 words on “Eye strain and how to avoid it’. Thankfully Sam accepted it without demur. Another Sixer. She longed to be at home, cheese on toast, Brad, perhaps a glass of wine. “Isn’t anyone here?” The voice sounded weary. Rose peered around her computer screen and looked straight at May Magdalene, the Herald’s managing editor, and definitely someone to be avoided if you wanted to get away before midnight. May was revolving on the spot as she looked around the sea of empty desks. Rose ducked and immediately felt nine years old again, attempting to avoid the attention of Duckie the maths teacher – Mr Duckworth, who did look rather like a duck – when he wanted an answer to 1,783 ÷ 21. “Ah, Rose, I suppose the rest have sneaked off early. Well,” May looked down at Rose, “you’ll do. Read these, will you.” Rose sat up straight, clenching her lips together to trap the “No!” that crunched between her tongue and her teeth. Damn, the new series of The Killing started tonight. She reached with one hand for the pile of page proofs which
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IGNORING GRAVITY #9

Lily Lily put the jars of marmalade and Marmite back in the fridge, then swallowed her daily folic acid and zinc tablets with the last mouthful of lemon and ginger tea, rinsed the mug and set it to drain. It was her favourite mug, bone china with the Japanese kanji for ‘peace’ picked out in chains of daisies, lupins, bluebells and buttercups. Not as traditional Japanese as peonies or chrysanthemums, but she loved it all the same. William gave it to her soon after they met. The only way she knew what the kanji meant was because it was explained on the price ticket which William had forgotten to remove. Wasn’t fate wonderful? They’d sat next to each other on the first night of ‘An Introduction to Japanese’ at the local adult education college. By the time Lily dropped her mug in the kitchen sink and chipped it, she’d decided Japanese wasn’t for her. The only reason she continued going to class was William. She’d originally enrolled because she’d seen Lost in Translation. William’s motivation for enrolment, he announced during student introductions at the first class, was promotion at work. William, tall and earnest, his neck a little turkey-like in
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IGNORING GRAVITY #8

“Rosie love. Fertility. 800 words. I want it straight after you’ve finished that eye strain feature.” Sam dropped a briefing paper on her desk on top of her half-eaten banana. Rose, who believed children should be served lightly grilled with a green salad, did not feel fertility was her natural territory. “Please Sam, can’t someone else write it? Someone who…” “No.” “…likes children.” “No.” “Someone who can empathise…” “No.” ”… with their pain at being childless.” “You’re a journalist Rosa, aren’t you? Your job is to empathise when necessary, and disassociate yourself when necessary. Get your arse in gear, be an instant expert.” He prodded a sticky finger at the briefing paper. “Male fertility. There’s a new report that says infertility is more the bloke’s problem than the woman’s now.” Rose shut her mouth, unable to object to writing a story about male fertility. “… lead is a problem so plumbers and painters need to be careful. Generally the theme is that as the biological clock ticks, sperm motility drops.” Frank, the features writer who sat at the next desk, winked at her over the top of the dividing screen. “…then a list of the obvious, you know, boxers versus
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IGNORING GRAVITY #7

Rose Until she started her training as a journalist, Rose Haldane hadn’t realized that one of the key skills required was the ability to bullshit. If you knew nothing about your subject matter, you could do it, or wing it. Hopeless at bullshitting and equally terrified of writing about something and getting it wrong, Rose had faced each new assignment as if preparing to appear on Dragon’s Den. Consequently she bunjee-jumped off a crane tied to the mayor of Littlethorpe to publicise Public Safety in Kent Week, then wrote about whiplash while wearing a neck collar for a week. For two weeks she lived entirely on maple syrup and water, then illustrated the finished feature with before and after photos demonstrating the reduction in size of her bottom. This feature attracted quite a few letters to the editor, and one blind date which had been disastrous. She learned to take her research seriously. Many years later she joined the London Herald as health reporter. The Herald was a national newspaper, she worked in a skyscraper at Canary Wharf, not a grey warehouse on a shabby industrial estate in the flat, grey world of North Kent. But she felt stuck. Since
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IGNORING GRAVITY #6

Nick He stood with his nose pressed to the window, his breath misting the glass, watching her disappear. “Can you sign these?” Amanda’s words made him jump. She had entered his office silently and was standing close behind him. Too close. Sometimes he suspected her of creeping. He took the folder and signed the documents with the speed of someone who has signed millions of papers. He waited until the door closed, then went to the window again. She’d gone. What was it about her that drew him to her? She was a journalist, a type he avoided on principle, but… there was a vulnerability beneath the efficiency which attracted him. And her eyes, blue almost… aquamarine. A knock at the door and he jumped again, startled from his reverie by a line of people filing into his office. The finance team. Within moments he was absorbed in packaging costs, and forgot all about Rose Haldane. © Sandra Danby …in IGNORING GRAVITY #7: how Rose is still striving to write a feature worth 10/10. This is the 6th instalment of ‘Ignoring Gravity’ about identity detective Rose Haldane. To start reading from the beginning, please click on the category ‘My Novel:
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IGNORING GRAVITY #5

This is the 5th instalment of ‘Ignoring Gravity’ about identity detective Rose Haldane. To start reading from the beginning, please click on the category ‘My Novel: Ignoring Gravity’ in the right hand menu. But the phone rang and he excused himself to answer the call. Rose glanced at her watch. Jim the photographer was due in five minutes. “I’m sorry that was a call I had to take. Shall we continue?” Maddox was playing with a black fountain pen and studying her legs. She tugged her skirt down towards her knees then sat up straight with her knees pressed together, and wished her mother could have seen her polite posture. Maddox didn’t hurry his appraisal of her legs, and when his eyes rose to meet hers they showed no embarrassment at being caught out. Damn him. To her dismay, Rose felt her cheeks flush with blood. She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed or angry. It’s just a bodily reaction beyond my conscious control. That was how her father had explained it to her when she was five and blushed every five minutes. ‘The blood vessels in your skin get bigger to let the hot blood reach the surface of your skin
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IGNORING GRAVITY #4

This is the 4th instalment of ‘Ignoring Gravity’ about identity detective Rose Haldane. To start reading from the beginning, please click on the category ‘My Novel: Ignoring Gravity’ in the right hand menu. He turned in his chair. “Look at them,” he pointed at the people sitting at desks in the open plan area on the other side of the grey glass partition. “They made it happen, not me, they…” While he talked, Rose noticed his hands. Lightly golden, with long fingers as if stretched by piano octaves. She found herself wondering how it would feel to be touched by those hands, and was horrified to realise she hadn’t heard a word of what he’d just said. She nodded and stared down at her pad, her face hot. “… believe in this company. They took the opportunities and built the profit to the point where I could pitch it to the banks. The banks are only interested in cash flow and the bottom line, they want their repayments. The bank doesn’t care if I make face creams or screwdrivers.” “So, now you can enjoy running your company.” Her eyes were still fixed on her notes. Wrong again, Rose. Journalism rule
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IGNORING GRAVITY #3

This is the 3rd instalment of ‘Ignoring Gravity’ about identity detective Rose Haldane. To start reading from the beginning, please click on the category ‘My Novel: Ignoring Gravity’ in the right hand menu. When he didn’t answer, she looked up. He was staring at her as her university professor had while waiting for her to answer a question about which he knew she didn’t know. “You know, being in control of your own destiny? Making your own history?” Shut up Rose. Journalism rule number one: don’t put words into his mouth. “Destiny?” He leant back in the swivel chair. “That’s an interesting word.” Boy is he confident. Arrogant. She hated arrogant men. “I wouldn’t say I’m in charge, the bank is. I just have a new boss.” His voice was strong, as if he was answering the questions he expected to be asked. Every now and then he glanced down at a paper in the folder he’d laid open on the coffee table. A briefing paper supplied by his PR, she guessed, a list of predictable questions and answers. His smile just about reached the edges of his mouth but fell short of his eyes. Politeness guarantees boring copy. Journalism
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