I’m writing a children’s book. You know that already.

But I also have some projects on the side. One such project is a book about Kara Rosenbluth. For now the working title is “Searching”. It’s about Kara ‘s troubled relationship with her mother. Kara tragically loses her mother in a car accident and needs to come to terms with her death, but Kara’s mother constantly shows up in random places and Kara can never seem to catch up to her.

The following is a potential scene. A very rough first draft. Kara is the narrator. You’re welcome to comment on it.

My mother invited me to go to Croatia with her for a week, before my third year of university commenced in September.

I reluctantly agreed. I don’t have the best relationship with my mother (understatement) and well, my mother is as unpredictable as Wall St. But I told her I would go with her and I did. No questions asked.

We arrived on August third. It was a Tuesday. She had booked a small hotel across the street from Okrug beach. During the flight from Pearson, she told me how excited she was about the hotel room and its beautiful view of Trogir’s Riviera and how she would be able to lie in bed and feel as though she were floating on the waters. She just needed to relax she said, to see the calm blue waters and spend time with me. The perfect vacation.

The cab driver dropped us off in front of the Toshka Suites Hotel. My mother paid the driver while I noticed the beautiful view our hotel had of the dilapidated building in front of it. Perhaps if my mother stayed there she’d get a view of the Riviera.  Toshka wasn’t going to supply it.

We walked into the hotel. The room was ready and my mother eagerly awaited the elevator to lift us to our room on the fourth floor. She opened the door and walked in. I waited in the hallway. “Where’s my sea?” she asked “there’s no sea in here! I’m not staying here. I’m going to speak with the concierge. They’ll give us another room.'”

My mother pulled her luggage out of the room and locked the door. “Stay here” she said “I’m not going to start lugging around our bags until I know where we’re staying.” She returned a few minutes later.

“The concierge didn’t understand the problem. He said the room has a view. Maybe I didn’t look properly. Let’s try again.”

She entered the room and rushed to the window. Then she hurried onto the balcony to get a better look. On the balcony, in front of her, was the building next door. It hadn’t moved since she last saw it. She looked to the left, where the Trogir Riviera should have been. I braced myself.

“Oh, there it is” I heard her say.

“What?” I replied dumbfounded.

I entered the room with the bags. I stepped onto the balcony. To my left was a sliver of blue the dilapidated building didn’t manage to hide. I sighed. Relieved.

“Great. I’ll have to sleep on the balcony.”

“Six more days” I thought “six more days.”