Friday, February 5, 2016

Something New

Something borrowed, something blue? Nah. Not really. Already married and all that...

Rather, I have a brand new chapter of a YA and I posted it on Wattpad for everyone to read.

It's an intense chapter, and has mature content, so keep that in mind.

Let me know what you think!

Weight of a Bullet- Chapter One- Chaz



Friday, December 25, 2015

Merry Christmas!!

I'm up early and the house is quiet! I guess that's what happens when you only have one child and he's a teenager now!

Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas day today, no matter what your faith! To me, Christmas is about family and reflecting. Kind of like New Year's but with nice decorations, lots of food and gifts. 

Looking forward to a new year. Also a nap later today. Did I mention I got up too early.

All the best from my home to yours!!!

Merry Christmas 2015!!



Saturday, December 12, 2015

Limited Time! IF I TELL ebook on sale!!

Looking for a book to read on your e-reader? If I Tell is only $2.99 for the next few days!

Jaz is a bi-racial teen forced to keep a secret from her mom. A secret that could ruin her mom's life, but is also threatening to ruin Jaz's!

RT books said "Gurtler handles complex issues of race, identity, friendship and fidelity with laugh-out-loud humor and engaging frankness...once you're in you won't regret it..." - RT Book Reviews



http://www.amazon.com/If-I-Tell-Janet-Gurtler-ebook/dp/B005EU50PG/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=


Thursday, December 10, 2015

What?

Hello Blog.
I have been a bad blogger this year.



It has been a year all right. A big fat milestone birthday. Loss of my big brother.  A new job.
No new YA book contract...but a new YA finally brewing...

Lots of dips and ebbs. At the end of the day, I'm happy to still be here. I have an amazing teenage son, who doesn't often want to be seen with me in public and thinks almost everything I do is embarrassing. How awesome is that! Seriously. He's a good kid who works hard at swimming and school and who is also doing what he's supposed to be doing. Finding himself, identifying with his peer group and figuring shit out on his own.  In other words, he's a teen. But a good one and I love him more than I could ever put down in words. That much is true.

Because it's been a year of change and flux, my writing has often been pushed into the background. But lately my groove is coming back and I'm getting to it again.  I don't have the luxury of writing full time, but early mornings and weekends often provide writing time. I'm learning as I go.

The year has flown by. It really does speed up every single year. I can't say it was my favorite year ever, but it still had glimpses of good and potential for change. Ending it on a positive note seems like the best way to say good bye to 2015.

This weekend teenage son is off a swim meet, and I plan to write. I have a synopsis for a new YA to complete, some polishing of an old YA to complete, and I plan to go and see the final Mockingjay movie.  Plus the usual glamorous job of cleaning house. 

Happy to still be here. Trying to make it all count....

Hope you are too!

Monday, July 20, 2015

Hello Turkey!

So cooled out to learn that four of my books sold foreign rights to Turkey!

I'm Not Her
How I Lost You
#16 Things I Thought Were True and
The Truth About Us!

Thanks Turkey!!

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Being Ian

I went quiet for awhile on social media over the last couple of months, and the truth is, it's because of a sad and tough thing.

In May I lost my big brother, Ian.  A couple of weeks after I started a new full time job. Bad timing for everything. Bad bad timing. Could there possibly have been a good time? Of course not. No. But it should have been later. Much much later.

Ian was only 11 months older than me, we lived in different cities, different provinces, thousands of miles apart. But I always knew he was THERE. Living his life. Being Ian. I felt his presence as I feel my distant family's presence every day and in many ways.

He was sick in his last year. But I kind of didn't want to admit how sick. And I don't think he did either. In October he moved from his hometown, Vancouver BC and went to Winnipeg, where he'd finished his law degree many years ago, and where my big sister and her family and my parents live. He meant to take his Masters in Law in Winnipeg, and he wanted to travel. He got accepted into the Masters program and that made him happy. But he was getting sicker.

He got worse. And still, I didn't know quite how bad things were from my safe distance. And then in May I got a call.  Come home. Ian is in the hospital. My younger brother in Ottawa and I both flew out the next morning.

After that things went pretty blurry. He was indeed very very sick. I arrived in time to see him in the hospital while he was still lucid. He still wanted a shot at getting better, but things looked so terribly grim. 

I got a chance to say some things I wanted to say, but he slipped quickly and I didn't get a chance to say them all. His hospital stay was horrific, and it made my family furious and sad. But I got to see him and talk to him, and for that, I am very very grateful. Over a long few days, he slipped into a coma. I had to fly home, return to work and then a few days later I got a text from my mom. Call me, she wrote. And of course. I knew.

It wasn't a pleasant death for my brother. He fought valiantly, and he fought hard, but his body was working against him. I don't think he went very willingly. He was stubborn and he had things he wanted to do.  Travel. Get that Master's degree.

Live.

I miss him. I miss him being in the world. I didn't see him often enough, but I always knew he was there. Out there. Being Ian.

Brilliant. Funny. Curious. Weird. Eccentric.  Full of life and piss and vinegar. Bouncing though life like Tigger, I often called him Eeyore. Because. Ian.

He was my brother. We loved each other as brother and sister's do, and we knew each of us was out there. Doing our thing. If things were going well for him, I cheered for him on the sidelines, when things were rough for him, my heart ached. And I knew he did the same for me.

He lived for 50 years. It was a life. But not long enough. He loved. He had girlfriends, a wife. That didn't last but I truly thought his true happiness was around the corner. I was waiting for him to find what or who he deserved.

He touched people. So. Many. People. After he was gone, so many came forward and told my family what he had meant to them. And I know he would have been surprised. At the impressions he made and the way he made people feel. He was unassuming and modest. And he was just being Ian.

After his death, my sister discovered that he kept everything that people ever sent him. Letters. Cards. Notes. Tickets to special events. He kept them all.  And my sister returned them. Little gifts for many people in his life, a look back at times and memories frozen long ago.

He was many things. He had many talents. And GOD he could write. Brilliant. Scathing. Hilarious. I think that was on his list. No, it was on his list. Writing. And there are pieces of it out there. Pieces of him he's left behind. Words. Impressions. Feelings. And many many other gifts he gave, without even knowing he gave them. Over the last months, I've laughed and I've cried and I've been shocked by his absence. It has put many things into perspective and I've even seen sides of him I didn't get to see when he was living. I miss him.

Uncle. Friend. Cousin. Son. Brother. Boyfriend. Grandson. Co-worker. Mentor. Lawyer. Manager. Team mate. Ex.

Ian.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

16 Things I Learned from Mexcio



1. Spanish is a beautiful language even if you don't understand what people are saying

2. Humidity makes it really hard to dry your clothes on a hanger overnight.

3. Feeling soft sand between your toes is better than a dish of ice cream.

4.  Finding and collecting shells is fun no matter how old you are.

5.  People who are playing in the waves of the ocean laugh a lot.  It's hard to be in a bad mood when you're playing in the ocean.

6.  It's hard to walk on the shore of the beach for very long.

7.  I will sit through a time share sales pitch to get a good deal on a couple of excursions.

8.  I will not buy a time share no matter how may sales people you make me sit in a room with.

9.  Spotting fish and sea creatures is almost as much fun as playing in the waves.

10.  People take a lot of selfies on the beach.

11.  Bodies come in many shapes and sizes. When everyone is wearing one, no one really cares how you look in your bathing suit.

12.  Buffets get old pretty quickly.

13.  Sunscreen really does work.

14.  If you break it, you really do buy it.

15.  Bartering is something that not everyone is good at.

16.  In the end, there's no place like home.