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HelpRe: Build-A-Family round 2
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LN: Sinclair
DW: Anna Ellis
Occupation: Writer
Age: 33
Appearance: Shoulder length, Dark brown hair, Green eyes, not freckled, 5'3"
DH: James Nolan
Occupation: Book Editor
Age: 36
Appearance: Curly, Light Brown hair, Hazel eyes, not freckled, 6'0"
DD/DS: Naomi Marie / Gabriel Damon “Gabe” (2 week)
I recently published my fourth book and am working on my fifth in the series. Everything is so wonderful with my job. I love being able to write when I feel like it and not have any pressures. Unfortunately though, I did have to attend a few book tours, which although fun, seem long and prolonged when they are keeping me away from my family. James is doing wonderful in his job, there's talk of a possible promotion but James is not sure he wants to be moved as he enjoys his job so much. We will have to cross that road when we come to it.
Gabriel and Naomi are both a little wary about going to school, while they don’t cower behind me or anything they stick together and don’t seem to socialize much. Gabriel is extremely protective of Naomi, especially since we found out that she needs an asthma inhaler. They are both gorgeous though, they both have dark brown hair and Hazel eyes and they love both physical and artistic activities. Unfortunately just recently Gabriel broke an arm with he fell out a tree he had climbed to the top of. While I am not glad that he broke his arm, I am glad that Naomi didn’t, she was climbing the tree as well but didn’t go so high. I fear if she had been the one to fall neither James nor Gabriel would let her try again (as I said they are extremely protective). I think Naomi is enjoying their switch in roles a bit, now she is protecting him instead of the other way around.
James and I haven’t really decided that we don’t want any more children we just haven’t decided if we do or when. I think my parents would love it as they are enamored with little Gabriel and Naomi. They come to visit at least once every month and spoil the kids. James parents on the other hand hardly ever come and don’t seem to be that fond of the kids which I think shows their bad character. Although James never complains about his childhood I know from when we’ve talked about it that they were never that interested in him or his sister either. Some kind of parents huh? I am surprised how well James turned out for not having nice parents. I feel worse for his sister, Marissa, though. She seems to be more messed up from the neglect in her childhood then James did and has not had a steady relationship in forever. Sometimes she comes and stays with us for a little while when she gets evicted, until she can find other place to live. Even though I feel a little guilty every time I see her I think, I sure am glad James didn’t turn out that way.
I’m not really sure why I wrote that as it probably will have nothing to do with my future additions.
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All the information below this line is what I wrote in pervious rounds and only there so it is easier for me next round.
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James and I had a fabulous time on our honeymoon. We went on a tour of Scotland, probably not the best idea since we didn’t do too much tourist activities but I had always wanted to go. We had a lot of fun, trying some of their home-brewed ales and listening to their accents. The only sad part was when it ended and we realized that we still had to work. Since James makes enough for us both to live comfortably without me working, we had already decided I would write full-time, though I also make sure the house is clean and there is dinner on the table when James gets home. I know that may sound strange especially with the whole feminist thing but there nothing like seeing James’s satisfied expression when he gets home and sees that there’s dinner on the table. That doesn’t mean I do all the work, I make sure he picks up his laundry and does the dishes when its his turn, not that he complains he has been cleaning up for himself for almost twenty years. However about five months after we got married an author he was working with decided to sue him over discrimination. There were not many happy times after that. James stopped coming home in the evenings, instead staying at his office to work the case. James refused to settle out of court even though it would be less then what he pay his lawyer, it was a matter of honor. While I could understand that all I could see was our marriage falling to pieces around us. One evening I went to his office to see if I couldn’t convince him to come home but we ended up arguing about the case and he told me he to leave. Not just his office but his life. At the time I was so upset, so hurt, that I did. I went to our house and took a bag of clothes and toiletries, my laptop and my rabbit (a wedding present from him). It was only after I had left, leaving the key behind, that I realized I had no where to go. I ended up sleeping in my car, in the morning I felt foolish but too proud to go back. I realized that not only didn’t I have a house, I didn’t have a job, or it seemed a husband, so I decided to make the two day drive to my parents house. I arrived looking like a mad-woman (which I was, mad-only the angry kind of mad) even though I had stopped at a gas station and tried to clean up the best I could. My parents were understandably concerned but after I assured them I was all right and I just needed a shower, they left me in peace, obviously agreeing with me. After I’d seen to my bunny rabbit I took a shower and fell in to bed, sleeping for a day and a half. When I finally got around to talking to my mom I ended up breaking down into tears and telling her everything. She kept telling me everything would be okay and I could see she didn’t understand at all. How could everything be okay when James didn’t love me? How could I possibly live without him? I spent another day there, trying to act cheerful but feeling as though soon my face might break from trying to make the effort. That night when I fell into bed I could sleep. I tossed and turned restlessly. When I got up next morning, I could smell breakfast and coffee so I hurriedly dressed and went out. Imagine how surprised I was when I walked into the kitchen and found James lounging against the counter talking to my parents. They all looked up at my entrance and my parents made themselves scarce, not that I noticed that fact more then subconsciously as I was too busy staring at James and the anger evident in his expression. “You left.”
“You told me too.” I wasn’t aware how much of my hurt was revealed in my words, my expression but I saw his face soften and a flash of self-directed anger as he moved toward me.
“I love you, I married you, and that means forever. Don’t ever leave me again, no matter what I say. Do you know how terrified I was when I got home and you weren’t there?”
Then suddenly I was being crushed in his arms and I realized that my mom was right, everything would be okay. I found out later that he after he found out I was missing he had settled out of court and spent the next day trying to locate me. Including calling my parents, so when I arrived there they had already known what was going on as he had told them everything! Anyways we got everything back on track and we found out later that I was pregnant, which was an accident since we had wanted to wait for a while however James was ecstatic which greatly improved my enthusiasm. Just two weeks ago I went into labor and at the time I couldn’t think of a single reason why I agreed to go through that torture but afterward when Naomi and Gabriel were finally born I was the happiest person on earth, and equally happy that I hadn't allowed anyone but my husband to be with me because I must have looked a fright.
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My name is Anna Ellis Johnson Sinclair. I met my husband, James Nolan, when I was trying to publish my first book. Until that point I had a steady job, as an accountant (yeah, pretty boring) and I wrote just for my own pleasure. When I finished my first novel to my satisfaction, I was so proud of myself for actually finishing it that I told my best friend, Julie, about it. Julie, who is as tenacious as a person can get, insisted, pleaded, and cajoled until I showed it to her. After she read it, she immediately copied it and sent it James all without telling me of course, then returned my manuscript. Almost two weeks later I received a call asking me if I couldn’t come in to meet with a book editor, James Nolan. I had no idea what was going on but, of course, I went. Unfortunately I had forgotten that I had promised to baby-sit my neighbors adorable little girl that day. I’m sure you can imagine how embarrassing it was to arrive carrying a baby-bag and a baby to my interview, not to mention still in my disarrayed state from spending all day working and not having time to change. When he produced my manuscript I recognized immediately and I wanted to die, I knew it wasn’t great, not good enough to be published, and I was going to be told that by a man who I wanted to impress (not that I probably could impress him after being ten minutes late, bringing a baby who was not happy about being dragged around). When he said he liked it, and wanted to publish it, after editing it a bit, I felt my jaw drop open. If I’d have been standing I’d probably have fallen over, fortunately I was safely seated in a chair at the time. After that everything seemed to move at light speed. Soon James and I where meeting every weekend to work on my book. Too soon it was published and I knew our meeting would be over, I must admit I felt rather empty at the thought, what would I do on my weekends now? I tried not to act it though when we met for what would be the last time. I was almost more surprised when James asked if we could keep meeting then I was when he said we could publish my book. I quickly accepted, with an vague reference to starting a new book and getting his input immediately, rather then later if I tried to publish it. Unlike what I expected he didn’t agree with me. Instead he smiled and said, “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you? I don’t want to meet you to talk about your book, I want see where our relationship can go.”
Needless to say I immediately agreed to that too, and now a scant year after meeting James we are happily married.
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
DW: Anna Ellis
Occupation: Writer
Age: 33
Appearance: Shoulder length, Dark brown hair, Green eyes, not freckled, 5'3"
DH: James Nolan
Occupation: Book Editor
Age: 36
Appearance: Curly, Light Brown hair, Hazel eyes, not freckled, 6'0"
DD/DS: Naomi Marie / Gabriel Damon “Gabe” (2 week)
I recently published my fourth book and am working on my fifth in the series. Everything is so wonderful with my job. I love being able to write when I feel like it and not have any pressures. Unfortunately though, I did have to attend a few book tours, which although fun, seem long and prolonged when they are keeping me away from my family. James is doing wonderful in his job, there's talk of a possible promotion but James is not sure he wants to be moved as he enjoys his job so much. We will have to cross that road when we come to it.
Gabriel and Naomi are both a little wary about going to school, while they don’t cower behind me or anything they stick together and don’t seem to socialize much. Gabriel is extremely protective of Naomi, especially since we found out that she needs an asthma inhaler. They are both gorgeous though, they both have dark brown hair and Hazel eyes and they love both physical and artistic activities. Unfortunately just recently Gabriel broke an arm with he fell out a tree he had climbed to the top of. While I am not glad that he broke his arm, I am glad that Naomi didn’t, she was climbing the tree as well but didn’t go so high. I fear if she had been the one to fall neither James nor Gabriel would let her try again (as I said they are extremely protective). I think Naomi is enjoying their switch in roles a bit, now she is protecting him instead of the other way around.
James and I haven’t really decided that we don’t want any more children we just haven’t decided if we do or when. I think my parents would love it as they are enamored with little Gabriel and Naomi. They come to visit at least once every month and spoil the kids. James parents on the other hand hardly ever come and don’t seem to be that fond of the kids which I think shows their bad character. Although James never complains about his childhood I know from when we’ve talked about it that they were never that interested in him or his sister either. Some kind of parents huh? I am surprised how well James turned out for not having nice parents. I feel worse for his sister, Marissa, though. She seems to be more messed up from the neglect in her childhood then James did and has not had a steady relationship in forever. Sometimes she comes and stays with us for a little while when she gets evicted, until she can find other place to live. Even though I feel a little guilty every time I see her I think, I sure am glad James didn’t turn out that way.
I’m not really sure why I wrote that as it probably will have nothing to do with my future additions.
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All the information below this line is what I wrote in pervious rounds and only there so it is easier for me next round.
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James and I had a fabulous time on our honeymoon. We went on a tour of Scotland, probably not the best idea since we didn’t do too much tourist activities but I had always wanted to go. We had a lot of fun, trying some of their home-brewed ales and listening to their accents. The only sad part was when it ended and we realized that we still had to work. Since James makes enough for us both to live comfortably without me working, we had already decided I would write full-time, though I also make sure the house is clean and there is dinner on the table when James gets home. I know that may sound strange especially with the whole feminist thing but there nothing like seeing James’s satisfied expression when he gets home and sees that there’s dinner on the table. That doesn’t mean I do all the work, I make sure he picks up his laundry and does the dishes when its his turn, not that he complains he has been cleaning up for himself for almost twenty years. However about five months after we got married an author he was working with decided to sue him over discrimination. There were not many happy times after that. James stopped coming home in the evenings, instead staying at his office to work the case. James refused to settle out of court even though it would be less then what he pay his lawyer, it was a matter of honor. While I could understand that all I could see was our marriage falling to pieces around us. One evening I went to his office to see if I couldn’t convince him to come home but we ended up arguing about the case and he told me he to leave. Not just his office but his life. At the time I was so upset, so hurt, that I did. I went to our house and took a bag of clothes and toiletries, my laptop and my rabbit (a wedding present from him). It was only after I had left, leaving the key behind, that I realized I had no where to go. I ended up sleeping in my car, in the morning I felt foolish but too proud to go back. I realized that not only didn’t I have a house, I didn’t have a job, or it seemed a husband, so I decided to make the two day drive to my parents house. I arrived looking like a mad-woman (which I was, mad-only the angry kind of mad) even though I had stopped at a gas station and tried to clean up the best I could. My parents were understandably concerned but after I assured them I was all right and I just needed a shower, they left me in peace, obviously agreeing with me. After I’d seen to my bunny rabbit I took a shower and fell in to bed, sleeping for a day and a half. When I finally got around to talking to my mom I ended up breaking down into tears and telling her everything. She kept telling me everything would be okay and I could see she didn’t understand at all. How could everything be okay when James didn’t love me? How could I possibly live without him? I spent another day there, trying to act cheerful but feeling as though soon my face might break from trying to make the effort. That night when I fell into bed I could sleep. I tossed and turned restlessly. When I got up next morning, I could smell breakfast and coffee so I hurriedly dressed and went out. Imagine how surprised I was when I walked into the kitchen and found James lounging against the counter talking to my parents. They all looked up at my entrance and my parents made themselves scarce, not that I noticed that fact more then subconsciously as I was too busy staring at James and the anger evident in his expression. “You left.”
“You told me too.” I wasn’t aware how much of my hurt was revealed in my words, my expression but I saw his face soften and a flash of self-directed anger as he moved toward me.
“I love you, I married you, and that means forever. Don’t ever leave me again, no matter what I say. Do you know how terrified I was when I got home and you weren’t there?”
Then suddenly I was being crushed in his arms and I realized that my mom was right, everything would be okay. I found out later that he after he found out I was missing he had settled out of court and spent the next day trying to locate me. Including calling my parents, so when I arrived there they had already known what was going on as he had told them everything! Anyways we got everything back on track and we found out later that I was pregnant, which was an accident since we had wanted to wait for a while however James was ecstatic which greatly improved my enthusiasm. Just two weeks ago I went into labor and at the time I couldn’t think of a single reason why I agreed to go through that torture but afterward when Naomi and Gabriel were finally born I was the happiest person on earth, and equally happy that I hadn't allowed anyone but my husband to be with me because I must have looked a fright.
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My name is Anna Ellis Johnson Sinclair. I met my husband, James Nolan, when I was trying to publish my first book. Until that point I had a steady job, as an accountant (yeah, pretty boring) and I wrote just for my own pleasure. When I finished my first novel to my satisfaction, I was so proud of myself for actually finishing it that I told my best friend, Julie, about it. Julie, who is as tenacious as a person can get, insisted, pleaded, and cajoled until I showed it to her. After she read it, she immediately copied it and sent it James all without telling me of course, then returned my manuscript. Almost two weeks later I received a call asking me if I couldn’t come in to meet with a book editor, James Nolan. I had no idea what was going on but, of course, I went. Unfortunately I had forgotten that I had promised to baby-sit my neighbors adorable little girl that day. I’m sure you can imagine how embarrassing it was to arrive carrying a baby-bag and a baby to my interview, not to mention still in my disarrayed state from spending all day working and not having time to change. When he produced my manuscript I recognized immediately and I wanted to die, I knew it wasn’t great, not good enough to be published, and I was going to be told that by a man who I wanted to impress (not that I probably could impress him after being ten minutes late, bringing a baby who was not happy about being dragged around). When he said he liked it, and wanted to publish it, after editing it a bit, I felt my jaw drop open. If I’d have been standing I’d probably have fallen over, fortunately I was safely seated in a chair at the time. After that everything seemed to move at light speed. Soon James and I where meeting every weekend to work on my book. Too soon it was published and I knew our meeting would be over, I must admit I felt rather empty at the thought, what would I do on my weekends now? I tried not to act it though when we met for what would be the last time. I was almost more surprised when James asked if we could keep meeting then I was when he said we could publish my book. I quickly accepted, with an vague reference to starting a new book and getting his input immediately, rather then later if I tried to publish it. Unlike what I expected he didn’t agree with me. Instead he smiled and said, “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you? I don’t want to meet you to talk about your book, I want see where our relationship can go.”
Needless to say I immediately agreed to that too, and now a scant year after meeting James we are happily married.
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
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