This ebook contains extract from the ongoing blog “Callie’s World” (chicklitsoap.blogspot.com) and focuses on the fictional character, Callie, who is a twenty-three year old journalist whose job involves meeting a variety of weird and wonderful people. Her personal life isn’t that much different. Callie updates her blog three times a week and if you enjoy this book you can follow Callie and read her updates in real-world time. It is written in a chick lit versus soap opera, chatty style in the form of blog posts and the aim is for people to think of her as a real person, with an interesting life. I hope you enjoy.
Hi there, I'm Callie. My real name is Caroline but, no offence if you're called Caroline; I thought it was a little bit old-fashioned for a young twenty-three year old journalist like myself. My best friend, Erin suggested I call myself Callie and it just stuck. I am looking forward to getting to know you all. I have just started working at my local newspaper and I have such a great job (I don't know why nobody else wanted it) meeting all the weird and wonderful people who live in my local area and interviewing them. I get to meet all sorts, like the man who got locked in a coin-operated public toilet for a whole night. Apparently he was banging on the door and screaming to be let out but if anyone did hear him they didn't report it. I can't believe that considering it is plonked right in the middle of a busy high street. He was only rescued when a street cleaner heard him singing-ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall. He told me he had to change the words to three thousand bottles of beer on the wall he was in there for that long. Anyway he was funny. I told him that if I was going to be locked up anywhere I would be happy as long as there was a toilet. Imagine if you were locked in a lift and needed to pee? I think it's time I changed the subject, don't you? Let's talk about Erin. She phoned me up last night having another mega trauma. Three weeks ago she moved back in with her mum, leaving the boyfriend she'd lived with for four years. When I asked her what he'd done to make her move out she told me that she was having breakfast one morning and he came down in his pyjamas and his belly was hanging over the waistband and when he bent down to get the milk out of the fridge she could see a bald patch at the back of his head that she hadn't noticed before. Anyway her exact words to me were, "I just thought, Oh my god, I'm living with a fat b****." (Insert your own word here. Erin swears like a trouper but children may read this.) When she first met Adam he was quite nice looking actually. He had short brown hair in a decent style and he had a friendly face. He wasn't skinny but he wasn't fat either. She said that because she'd lived with him for so long she hadn't noticed him putting on weight or losing his hair so it was like a sudden bolt of lightening hit her and made her see the light. I knew he'd put on weight. We all went to a friend's wedding a few months ago and I thought then that he was quite lardy but it's not nice to mention it to anyone, is it? Anyway how shallow is she, eh? I mean, through no fault of his own (apart from stuffing his face with three big Macs each day and washing it down with eight pints of beer, that is) she decided to move out when he's still the nice, friendly guy he was before, only there's more of him (less hair, though). I told her I thought she was shallow and a total cow but she told me that once the chemistry goes, she goes too. Anyway, it turns out that now she's back living with her mum that she is constantly arguing with her younger sister, Amy. She wanted to borrow my hair straighteners because Amy had borrowed hers and accidently broken them. How she did that I have no idea, but Erin was having a bad hair night, which would turn into a bad hair day today unless I lent mine