I just realized it's been a couple months since I blogged here.
Jane II is moving along well. In fact, it's looking like I should have finished writing and be into the editing room in the next week or so.
The new one is about 30 pages longer than the first one, so a little more words. I learned to use my words, who knew?
I currently plan on starting work on Lacey and Alex again once Jane is released on Amazon sometime in early June. Or at least that's my plan. New cover for Jane 1, and a matching cover for Jane 2.
And no, I still don't have a title. Maybe "Jane Bond - Moonwalkin'" or the like.
As per usual, here's a tiny clip from Jane:
She moved several times, and the camera picked her up at different locations across the casino until she stopped at the Roulette wheel. She started playing. After losing a particularly large bet, she stopped and seemed to be standing still. She gave a slight nod. And then she started winning. She won the next 17 bets, letting it ride each time. After the 17th win, she held up her hands and smiled. She left a very generous tip with the croupier, and then security came over and helped her carry her winnings. There was a label that appeared at the bottom of the screen - “cashed out 1.3 million”. The video ended.
Laney looked at her with her mouth open. “You won 1.3 million in Vegas at the Roulette wheel?”
Bailey shrugged. “It was only about $700,000 after taxes.”
“You won at Roulette seventeen times in a row!”
“I’m lucky sometimes.”
Laney looked at her with her hands on her hips. “How did you do it?”
Bailey glared at her. “I just got lucky.”
“I live in Vegas. No one gets that lucky.”
Bailey simply walked away from her, back to her office. She mulled over the situation. It was untenable, but she couldn’t see any option. She called Carstead. After running the gamut of secretaries, he came on the line.
“Ah, Ms. Bailey. It’s good to hear from you again, and so soon.”
“Thank you, Mister Carstead.”
“So, what did you think of our bit of entertaining video?”
“I thought it was amazing that luck just came out of the air and that woman won all that money. Truly amazing. What did you think, Mister Carstead?”
“Oddly enough, I was of the same viewpoint, Ms. Bailey. Still, it would be well if we could find a way to ensure against that sort of luck happening again, don’t you think? A completely foolproof way for anyone to simply walk into one of our establishments and take us to the cleaners. That’s patently bad luck, no matter how you look at it. Well, at least from our standpoint. No equipment, no signs, no telltales. I wonder what it would take to nip this luck in the bud? Is that possible, Ms. Bailey?”
Bailey looked almost startled. “I rather thought you’d just show up and make sure the luck .. went away.”
Carstead sounded amused. “No, we don’t do that sort of thing anymore, Ms. Bailey. It’s a business like any other. Of course, we’d object strenuously if someone was to show up at one of our establishments and have that much luck again. And we’d have to register our objections with you, Ms. Bailey. Through the courts, of course.”
“Of course.”
Happy April!
