Just Sayin'

Two things today...

One.
Been taking my morning drive with another lady on the road who drives a compact with a bumper sticker that says, "Do you follow Jesus this Close?" First of all, CLOSELY. Yes, it bugs me to read that every morning!! Today she pulled into the left lane in front of me and slowed down. And I wanted to say, Yes, I do. And if you get in front of me and drive under the speed limit, I am going to follow you this CLOSELY.

Two.
Thomas asked if I remembered my name before I was married. When I told him it was Seale, he rolled his eyes and said, "Oh yeah." He knew that. Then from the back seat, Sean pipes in, "Before you were married and your name was Seale, you looked like a seal!" And then he cracked up laughing... yes, folks. Seven year olds have NOT changed in the last thirty years! :D

Just sayin'.

Music Monday

Before I start, I had an awesome Mother's Day. I have a husband who goes into protective overdrive on Mother's Day. He keeps the kids in line for me. He is ultra sensitive to how I'm doing and making sure I'm doing what I want to do. And this year, he planned a nice outing after dinner for ice cream at Culvers. The weather was perfect. The house was peaceful--for the most part [even mother's day can't stop a little bit of bickering. :D]. I am truly blessed by my entire family.

But, it's also true... I have mixed feelings about Mother's Day. There are two perspectives. One, appreciating my own mother and grandmother. Being so full of love and respect for all they have done. I can feel that. But then there's this other side of the coin...

As a mother, how do I really tell them what I want? Despite the love I have for my family [and I do have lots of love for them], what I really want is silence...solitude...a getaway. I want to not have to deal with any of them. I want what I never get--to be a person, separate from anyone else. I want an end of the day with no holds barred couple time...

But that's a great way to really show your family that you deserve Mother's Day, right? ...NOT.

I think part of the problem is that Mother's Day has this...give Mom a break theme. But, that's not the bottom line, and it's media and modern society [Hallmark!]that has messed with our conception of what Mother's Day is about. It's not about giving her a break; it's about honoring her for all she does. Maybe that means a gift. Maybe that means an extra hug or a note sharing your appreciation. But like so much in recent years--the heart of the "holiday" has been lost to commercialism. Buy her this. Buy her that... diamonds, iPads, sweaters. Blah!

And even the good[ish] Mother's [like myself] can get caught up in the wrong ideas. I don't really need a break. I would never be so crass as to turn my back on the family who is honoring me and loving me. The truth is, sometimes, all we have is family.

And I have the best, which became even more evident on the way home from dropping the kids off at school this morning. My two-year-old was singing along to the song Africa by Toto. Then when it was over she said, "I like that song." :D What?! I know! Crazy. LOL :D




Making the Right decision

Yesterday I forced my way through three pages of a ms. Forced being the key word. Wow, I am just struggling to get to the next exciting scene! What's been revealed? What still needs to be revealed? Are the Main Character's emotions progressing along enough that I can give them that first kiss? That internal debate of if the relationship can or should move to the next level?

I made it to the end of yesterday thinking about starting something new. :D I mean, really...when the writing gets tough, take a break, right? Let the muse move you...and all that jazz. So I plotted two new short stories. Or, I should say I outlined two ideas. Not exactly the same as a plot. But this morning, I went back and forth and back and forth.

I knew what I needed to do. Work through the rough stuff. Move forward!!

So, I did. I made the right choice. :P And yes, it's a little difficult, but I think it's for the best. Time to get this manuscript completed. I've only been working on it all year long.

*~*~*

Another choice I made this week, to sign a contract. Yowza!! I have a contract. And I will get picture of it, just so I can post it here, but alas, the signing is electronic--gotta love technology. Maybe I'll sign my copy just to have it. Of course, my copy has been colored on... by a two-year-old. :D :D She helps.

*~*~*

That's news from Bethanne this week. Off I go to write a few more pages of my manuscript. Motivation: the reward of starting something new when I finish. :D Sometimes, we need a little goal-like motivation.

Have a great week.
With Love,
Bethanne

PS my sister who has 8 boys, had a baby girl yesterday!! A girl!! I was so surprised, I didn't even believe it at first! :D Happy Beautiful Birthday, Baby Mary.




Changes

Today I dropped my first born off at the movies with two girlfriends and one brother. Not my daughter's brother, but a brother of the girlfriend. An older brother who can almost drive. The funny thing is... DD brought this up and I hemmed and hawed a little, trying to think of a good reason she couldn't go. I mean, there is one, isn't there? But she's at the end of her 8th grade year. She's 13 now--not exactly an independent...but working on it. Then I found out there wouldn't be an adult with the group. So I called my husband. He had one question, "Is she going to be in a car with other teenagers?"

"No," I answered with confidence. This was an answer I knew! For sure!

"I don't have a problem with that," he said.

I admit, I was both relieved and a little deflated feeling. You mean, she can just go off and hang out with her friends? I admit to not being a sentimental person... I'm not a huge crier. But I was a little struck by how fast the years have gone and by how much things have changed in the last year. *sigh* It's all good. Isn't this what we want?

For our kids to grow up and become responsible, mature people?

*~*~*
Also, in other changes... I'll be signing my first contract soon. I spent the early part of today reading the 17 pages of legalese and then  rereading it to make sure I got it. Fun stuff! And not as hard as I thought it would be. Hey! Maybe I'm smarter than I thought! :D Wheee! Letters from Home is going to be published...by a publishing house! I'm really excited! [can't you tell by all the exclamation points?]

*~*~*
But for right now, I feel like I either need to go run or need a nap. LOL
What a funny place of change to be in.
Have a great weekend, friends.
With Love,
Bethanne

Through Heart-Shaped Glasses

Every once in a while, an idea strikes that ends up Golden.

Well, starting on May 1st, some of the most awesomest ladies I know are gathering at a little place on the web for a chance to share our thoughts, our lives, our writing. It's called Through Heart-Shaped Glasses. We write romance in all different genres. We live in all different parts of the world. We share the most diverse span of opinions known to mankind.

But the best part? We're all friends.

From now on, once a month on the 23rd, you'll find me shacking up with my heart-shaped glasses and my cozy cup of coffee. Don't worry, I'll remind you. For now, feel free to hop over and have a looksee [actually, hop over at 5am EST. That's when our first post is scheduled to go live]!!! It's so pretty. I'm really excited about this new venture and hope you'll join me for a ton of fabulous writing, giveaways, and even a few special guest authors.



A thursday night...

I'm in bed with my laptop and my 2 year old.
There is nothing so peaceful, so life affirming as these quiet moments.
It's so easy to get caught up in the hussle and bussle of the day's activities, the busyness of life, the conflicts, the problems, the ups and downs. Today, I picked up my two middle boys from school and I saw a young boy walking with his little cup that was filled to the brim with growing grass. He held his mom's hand with a smile on his face. I had to smile. I just had to. The thing is, I really like kids.

I know. Surprise! haha. :D But it is easy to forget sometimes. I wanted to be that kid today. Just happy, at peace with the world. Holding the hand of the person he loved. What a joy! We should all be so filled with love.

I love kids. They say the darnedest things. They make me laugh. They make me smile. I am blessed, lucky, to have five kids to call my own. Five kids who have made me laugh and smile. They are teaching me new stuff every day!

Music Monday



I've decided to add a little Monday Music again. Something different each week. Something to start the week off right...hopefully.

This video is actually a snippet of the Stella Sisters, from the show Nashville, which I don't watch at all, but I do love these two young ladies and their singing voices. So, I hope you enjoy.

I'm looking forward to a great week of writing...
What about you? You have anything to look forward to?
With Love,
Bethanne

Sunny Thursday


Thank Goodness for the Sun!!
Just what I needed today. Now, if I could only get rid of this sinus thing going on.
My girlfriend had it for the past three weeks. I think this is what I get for not leaving her alone during her illness. LOL :D

Working on a new story right now.
Winter Craze, a romantic suspense. Haven't done one of those in a while. I've been RS shy after the rejections I've gotten with them. But, the story pulls at me, so here I am. Doing one that has some touchy subjects in it. Mental instability, family relations, professional accolades, jealousies, and retribution. Oh, and of course, LOVE. :D

Head of the new personal safety department for Gerard Securities, Tancredo Byrnes is very serious about teaching his clients how to stay safe.  With a file two inches thick confirming his new client as a world champion athlete, he's prepared to take on his newest assignment as the vacation he hasn't had in over five years. A little instruction, a couple hockey games on the side, and he'll be on his way to the next spoiled rich kid.

Elizabeth takes one look at Tancredo, and it doesn't matter that she can perform a triple lutz-toe loop blindfolded, clumsy becomes her middle name. Though trusting people outside her family has never been her strong suit, she find herself drawn to the easy-going man who is supposed to make her into a superwoman. But she's been burned by those fickle feelings of attraction before and isn't about to let them ruin her life again.

As their training intensifies, the threats to Elizabeth darken, and Tan realizes that what should have been a cake walk is a fight against death, one that strikes much closer to home than either of them expected.

How about a sample?! :D

His gaze hit the ceiling with a harsh blown breath, and Liz almost laughed. Had it ever been so hard for him to speak? Or was this new?

"The truth is, you do things to me. And I get distracted."

Liz did laugh then. "I do things to you."

Just like a man to make something her fault. "And you get distracted...because of me, so you can't do your job. And you want me to...?" She waited with bated breath, a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth.

Tan frowned again. "This is serious. I can't have you wreaking havoc on my brain in your tight jeans and your..." he waved his hand at her, "...off the shoulder shirts and your flashy heels. And you smell good, too."

Liz's mouth fell open at that remark. She didn't even use perfume.

"And you're talking. You'are always talking and you have that mellow, easy-going tone. Doesn't help that I actually like what you're saying half the time. I mean, how am I supposed to work?"

Liz put the last of her supplies away.

He was unbelievably crazy. But she kind of liked it. "You've never, in all your time with Gerard Security, been attracted to a client, had an affair with someone you were protecting?"

"No!" His entire demeanor drew tight with his refusal. "What the hell kind of--"

"So, I'm the first."

"I'm not attracted to you." But he didn't sound so sure of himself.

She lifted a brow. "Ooohkay. Well, I"m going to go upstairs and become less of a distraction now." Whatever that meant. She was wearing baggie old sweats, beat up tennis shoes, and her unwashed hair was pulled back into a messy bun at the top of her neck. Hardly a distraction right now. Which was probably why he'd been able to control himself. Yeah. Right. She rolled her eyes.

Things I learned at Mountain of Authors

Have I ever mentioned I LOVE the public library?
No matter what city I've lived in, I have never been disappointed. These people love books. They are books' biggests fans. Yesterday I attended a writer symposium/panel/event. Not sure what its label should be, but there were a couple panel discussions, time to visit with other authors, talk with industry professionals, and then the keynote speaker, Stephen Coonts.

Best comment of the day goes to Stephen Coonts. [and I'm paraphrasing here because I don't write fast enough] A classic is a book written for the general audience of its time. If you haven't written a book for popular consumption, you haven't written a classic.

Lessons:
I suck at marketing and promotion. Or, I take that back...I never really budgeted for it at the get go. I made sure I had a great editor and an awesome cover artist.

Reminders:
Know where you're going in the story. Have a destination. And like we've been talking about in my critique group recently, write the climax of the story first.

Know the audience and the market for your story.

And one last thing:
I think I'd like to go take a few creative writing classes. I've been a homebody for the last several years... barely getting out except to do the grocery shopping and an occasional outing with friends or the man. I'm feeling antsy, which is probably why--in a matter of a month or so--I've volunteered with the FRG, signed up for RWA and the local chapter, and committed myself to doing a bit more than is usual. I even got the kids registered with CYS--almost, which is the Child Youth Services on Post. I've been avoiding it, but the kids are anxious to do stuff, too. Play sports, get out of the house. And with the CYS comes access to some childcare. So, it will be good to step outside the comfort zone a little. Start next fall off with a class at a community college.

Anyhoo, that's all for now.
Hope you have a great week,
With Love,
Bethanne


Hooked on a Feeling

I was thinking about this lately...because I've been pondering the visual. Book covers in particular, but also things like music videos and movies, television, etc. This might seem backwards, but one of the best things about a book is its cover--in my opinion. okay, fine...second only to the story. haha.

Being a visual person, I like images. Music is good, videos are better. Videos show a story we don't often get from the song. Like this one...



The thing is, even those somewhat cheesy romance covers evoke a feeling. I can see them and think, "Yes! That's the feeling I want"--whether it's love or thrills or fear. I want the visual. I like having a glimpse of the characters.

How about you? You falling over for a great cover? Or is what's on the inside what's really important?

Happy Monday!
Enjoy your week with fabulous visuals.
With Love,
Bethanne

Editors and Agents

photo credit: the Albany Devils
Well, in case you're curious....

I have an editor looking at one story--a Christmas novella. Should hear back in a few weeks on that one.

And an agent asked for a partial of one of my novels. Wheehoo! Even if nothing comes from this, any request from an agent is such an ego boost. So, long story: I pitched to an agent this week, which means I wrote up a back-cover blurb and gave her the first 250 words of the story. There were many GREAT pitches. The day before the agent came back to comment on the pitches, I even thought to myself, "Why? Why do you do this? The story is great, but the blurb stinks...the 250 words is hardly enough to catch anyone's eye. No one wants what you're writing. Isn't that obvious by now?"  So, yeah...the torture!! It was a nice turn of events to have her ask for a partial...3 chapters of the story. And I'll throw the synopsis in there as well. *thumbsup*

The weekend is here. My plan to stay busy at the computer will be broken up by family life, friends, and an overall sense of contentment.
Hope yours is the same.
With Love,
Bethanne

Slaves

Maybe I'm the only one...
but there is a sense of slavery in the air.
It's there when I get on FB.
After an unfortunate confrontation on Facebook yesterday, I can't help but think. Think, think, think.

I don't like Facebook...
yeah, yeah. It's good for keeping up with family and posting pictures of family.
I get that, and being in the military--never close to our extended family--I appreciate it.

I went through my friend list yesterday and it hit me...more than half of my "friend" list are people who I haven't spoken to in over ten years, are people I'm acquaintances with, are people I'm in business with... don't worry, I fixed that.

But what is this need to know everyone's business? To be more concerned with a person's politics or our own politics [or morals] than with just loving people. We've become a society slaved by confrontation. By differences. It's not about people anymore. It's about what they believe.

Before FB, I met people face-to-face. I liked people because of our similarities... the fact that we both like romance, that we both like kids, and that we go to the same church.

So, why? Why are we, and people in general, so concerned with socialisms...politics.
Why do we use social networking as a way to be the loudest? To get a point across? Why can't we all be in the same "room" and talk about what makes us the same? Or, and here's something...

Quiet. Quiet is nice, too.
Life has become loud since everyone joined Facebook.
If you don't see me around on FB in the future, or maybe you'll see me more on my author page [which, btw, has no newsfeed], you know why. I'm looking for quiet, looking for the real in people again.

Word[less] Wednesday

You know that quote about God never giving us what we can't handle? And how He must think we're a bad-ass??  Well, this fits, too. To all those I've ever offended... and had to crawl out of my hole to apologize to and ask forgiveness of. And believe me, there are PLENTY. PLEN-TEEEEE. 

This isn't me, patting myself on the back for being so wonderful in the apologizing department... it's more like a little bit of shame and seeing that face in the mirror, the one that makes a person run, screaming for the hills at the truth that is there, plain as the nose on his face.



God has blessed me with many, many, many STRONG friends, acquaintances, and even strangers.
I am thankful.

Another month at the Grindstone

If it seems quiet, that's because I am...very quiet lately.
I've been working hard on editing a manuscript called Unwanted Vows. Nearly at the beta-read phase [where I ask regular old readers to read the story and tell me if they like it], the story has been a pleasure to work with [with which to work]. My critique partners are still making some suggestions and I'm implementing them--word usage, clarity, etc., but otherwise... I'm ready to move on.

Which is what brings me back to "the Grindstone." Or, April Bootcamp, where a bunch of writers race to get as many words written as possible in one month. The book I'm writing is a Romantic Suspense. I'd nearly given up on it and the series it comes from because I'd received no positive feedback... :P It's a series with book one written. But book one has an older couple in it. I know...like they're almost 40!! OMG. How old. Yuck. You mean old people fall in love?! Ew, gross.

I guess marketing can't sell that very well. Apparently the obsession with youth and beauty is still going strong in our society... but don't worry. I'll get that story out eventually. I merely need to LURE the readers in with a younger version of Romantic Suspense first. Hook them to the series and the characters then throw the old people at them. :D :D

No problem.

Have a great week,
Happy Easter!
With Love,
Bethanne