If you loved "I feel bad about my neck." 100 Open Houses: FREE 03/05 - 03.06

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

You know that conversation that runs inside your head (in tandem with your outside words) 24/7 but you only stop to hear it every few months because if you listened, you would have to do something major about your life? This is a book about Rebecca's conversation and what she did about it.

Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Ann in Arlington]

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[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

Reduced to 1.99 for October!

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

Only 1.99 to visit one hundred "open houses" in the metropolis that is New York.  Rebecca Haas is looking for a new life.  Can she find it in the caverns of Battery Park or Murray Hill or the West Village?  Maybe in Soho or near Gracie Mansion. What about Sutton Place or Hell's Kitchen?  There's a sweet one near the Jewish Museum.  Kip's Bay is central.  And then there's Gramercy with a possible key to the adorable park.  Try on lives with Rebecca and see which one does the trick.

Price goes back up in November

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original, just gone on sale for 1.79.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

OMG! You can look inside  100 Open Houses for just 2.99  The Getting Is Good!


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

OMG! You can look inside  100 Open Houses for just 1.79  The Getting Is Good!


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original, just reduced to 1.79.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/

Join Rebecca Haas and visit 100 Open Houses in New York City to find the apartment that will change her life.
Will it be the sleek modern one with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/

Join Rebecca Haas and visit 100 Open Houses in New York City to find the apartment that will change her life.
Will it be the sleek modern one with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2

Join Rebecca Haas and visit 100 Open Houses in New York City to find the apartment that will change her life.
Will it be the sleek modern one with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window?


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2

Join Rebecca Haas and visit 100 Open Houses in New York City to find the apartment that will change her life.
Will it be the sleek modern one with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2

Join Rebecca Haas and visit 100 Open Houses in New York City to find the apartment that will change her life.
Will it be the sleek modern one with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2

Join Rebecca Haas and visit 100 Open Houses in New York City to find the apartment that will change her life.
Will it be the sleek modern one with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.

Join Rebecca Haas and visit 100 Open Houses in New York City to find the apartment that will change her life.
Will it be the sleek modern one with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[BarbaraSilkstone]

Consuelo,
I downloaded the sample of 100 Open Houses last night.
I absolutely adore the way you write. Your voice is unique, quirky, and just .... great!
Buying the book now. I will read it tonight. I can't wait.
Barbara

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

"I felt so crazy today, I couldn't even talk." Rebecca is sixty, reclaimed, itchy to move on from a life that no longer fits. She begins her odyssey by searching for a new apartment. As she goes from open house to open house, she is forced to review her life choices.

Will she choose the sleek modern apartment with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

"I felt so crazy today, I couldn't even talk." Rebecca is sixty, reclaimed, itchy to move on from a life that no longer fits. She needs change in the form of a new place to live. Will it be the sleek modern apartment with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[BarbaraSilkstone]

Consuelo, I actually reread the ending of One Hundred Open Houses last night. I wanted a certain feel good feeling before I went to sleep.
I really enjoy your style. Very clever, very honest.
Barbara

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

"I felt so crazy today, I couldn't even talk." Rebecca is sixty, reclaimed, itchy to move on from a life that no longer fits. She needs change in the form of a new place to live. Will it be the sleek modern apartment with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

Amazon reviewers: "It's like Nora Ephron on sodium pentathol." "I loved this book."

"I felt so crazy today, I couldn't even talk." Rebecca is sixty, reclaimed, itchy to move on from a life that no longer fits. She needs change in the form of a new place to live. Will it be the sleek modern apartment with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

"I felt so crazy today, I couldn't even talk." Rebecca is sixty, reclaimed, itchy to move on from a life that no longer fits. She needs change in the form of a new place to live. Will it be the sleek modern apartment with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

"I felt so crazy today, I couldn't even talk." Rebecca is sixty, reclaimed, itchy to move on from a life that no longer fits. She needs change in the form of a new place to live. Will it be the sleek modern apartment with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.

"Like Nora Ephron on sodium pentathol."


Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

"I felt so crazy today, I couldn't even talk." Rebecca is sixty, reclaimed, itchy to move on from a life that no longer fits. She needs change in the form of a new place to live. Will it be the sleek modern apartment with the "rain shower" and lava stone counters? Or the pre-war walk-up with the pocket doors?  Will it be the life with the entertainment center and surround sound or the near empty studio with a huge arched window? Will it be the Junior two bedrooms where the DINK (double income, no kids) live? or the one where the DIOKAPS (Double income, one kid and pregnant again)have to move to something bigger.


Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

You know that conversation that runs inside your head (in tandem with your outside words) 24/7 but you only stop to hear it every few months because if you listened, you would have to do something major about your life? This is a book about Rebecca's conversation and what she did about it.

Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.

[Consuelo Saah Baehr]

http://setthiswriterfree.blogspot.com/
http://www.kindleboards.com/book/?asin=B0042P5ES2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0042P5ES2 Amazon U.K.
100 Open Houses, a novel of real estate and life

You know that conversation that runs inside your head (in tandem with your outside words) 24/7 but you only stop to hear it every few months because if you listened, you would have to do something major about your life? This is a book about Rebecca's conversation and what she did about it.

Whispers from the soul hole (an excerpt from One Hundred Open Houses).

You’re going along thinking everything is okay.  You’re not noticeably dying or anything and even though your hair was thinning, suddenly for no reason, it stabilizes – even begins to get thicker – and you think, huh, some new kind of  ‘fresh hell’ hormones must be kicking in but I’ll take it.  Still every morning, in the quiet few minutes when you swing your legs out of bed and decide to get up, this voice whispers from the old brain hole or maybe it’s the soul hole and it says: Wait!  If you were in an Ingmar Bergman movie and Death came and played chess with you, Death would win because you are not really living the best life you can.
All through last fall and early winter I had that thought in my pocket.   Maybe it accounted for a new addiction to read real estate news. Maybe I thought a change of residence would do the trick   Real estate is the new drug and it’s better than crack because it only costs the price of the Sunday paper and not even that if you read it on line. But also, you can go into any Open House and see apartments and houses where you would never be invited.  You can look in the medicine cabinet and in the closets and pretty much look at any d*mn thing you want.  Then, you can say, “No thanks.”

And so begins my Kindle original.