Bachman Turner Overdrive-Taking care of business

10:17 AM Elizabeth Seckman 19 Comments




This is for my writer friends.

For all the work you do.

Like those times you've spent whole days in fantasy land playing with imaginary friends and then told the family you've been hard at work so they get to eat take out...again.

Yes, you! Whether you're contracted or soon to be contracted...I'm talking to you!

Here's your theme song. Put that pencil behind your ear, pump your fist at the screen, and be proud!

(And for all you guys who are working real jobs; don't be jealous...for most of us writers...our minds are full, but our pockets are empty. You be proud that your W-2 has numbers on it and let this be your song too.)

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Bologna Eating Oprah...

9:01 AM Elizabeth Seckman 18 Comments



Oprah Winfrey doing what she does best...


This year Time Magazine left Oprah off it's 100 most influential people list for the first time since 2004.

Now, I'll be honest...I used to NEVER miss a show. But then I sort of slowed to a stop until I hadn't watched the show for years. I have never tuned in to the OWN network. And I really don't pay that much attention to what has been going on with O for quite a while.

But still, it shocked me that Oprah was off the list.

She's our titan. She is THE role model of women.

Isn't she?

Maybe not so much anymore...and I see it like this...

Oprah used to be that friend you were just comfortable with, who you could count on, and look to for solid company. Then something changed...she started being more Hollywood less Heartland. She no longer talked about bologna sandwiches being a weakness; she started poking fun at holiday sweaters; and sadly, she lost me when she commented that she will not stay over at a home without a guest bath, because "who wants to share a shower with people?".

She no longer seems like that kick off your shoes without worrying about the hole in your sock buddy who doesn't mind if your dog jumps on her lap. Now she feels like the sort of judgmental, new age religion following vegan regular people avoid.  

But still, to take her off the list?

I can't deny the impact she has had on my life. And no matter what, I love her. She is a source of wisdom and encouragement, a big hearted lady who has spent a life time prodding everyone who hears her voice to dig deep and be the best you that you can be.

But I admit, I miss bologna eating Oprah.



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Linda Sands Forgets to Plead the 5th!

9:51 AM Elizabeth Seckman 14 Comments


I’d really like for the world to put my friends on shelves…or in Nooks…or Kindles...

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First up…Ms. Linda Sands author of “Not Waving, Drowning”…which is an awesome read. I loved it and I think you should love it too. Linda has a way with characters and a way with prose that makes me green with envy. My only complaint is her stories always end too soon.

A few years ago, I googled cheap Halloween costumes and found Linda!

Okay, so I really found Linda’s blog, "Another Good Thing". Well, there are many, many good things to read on her blog, so I spent my morning reading and giggling…and then I just HAD to look her up. I found her on Facebook and long story short…I just love this lady! In a very non-romantic, non-stalkerish, just a professional respect sort of way!

Linda is talented; she is spunky; and she truly is a talented writer.
I asked Linda not to plead the 5th and share her secrets here- well the ones that pertain to writing!
Unless…
No, no…stay on track Elizabeth…Here's Linda! 

All right, all right. I will now give you the secrets to the Universe. Well, my Universe, anyway. (see how I was all sneaky-like and changed my font & color so the world wouldn’t think you have a split personality?) (uh, the jury is still out on that one)

 THE QUESTIONS:

1.       Networking- thoughts? Favorite “home”? Facebook, blog, website? Where’s the best place to find readers?   I always thought that MORE was better for marketing, you know, the whole numbers game and spreading oneself wide, like a fishing net thrown across multiple channels—which might sound biblical—or whorish, depending on which angle you're coming at it from... and maybe that worked in the beginning, for me. Because you can find me just about everywhere, and now, I think I need to focus more. From Facebook (3 pages, plus one original one that FB shut down- don't ask) to LinkedIn (what is this, really?) (dunno) to GoodReads (where I am so behind on listing my library, I feel like a loser every time I log in) (same here), to 4 blogs, 2 websites and a now defunct and lost forever literary magazine. (thank you web server doofus). I joked the other day that I am the most majorly marketed, minorly published author out there. sigh  But if I had to choose one? Put it this way, you can't go wrong marketing yourself on your own website, and you can't be censored. Add a twitter link there and go at it. Twitter is the most fun you can have with your pants on.(you got a Twitter guidebook? I’m so lost there, google earth can’t find me!)

   Future of publishing, especially for the upstarts…how are we going to knock the dinosaurs off the top ten list (yes, I DID just steal that from your post!)?         Hah hah! Ah, young grasshopper, those dinosaurs? They will be with us always... just like the poor and really crappy domestic beer. What we have to do, is be another kind of gigantic, scaly creature in the woods of publishing, one preferably with regular-sized arms, not those tiny T-Rex things, I mean really?? This new creature will appeal to the masses, not because everyone has heard of the author before, or seen them on TV, or read their name on a list, but because that is a freaking fantastic book, that breaks boundaries, or stays with you well after the last page is turned, (like Not Waving, Drowning…still can’t believe she ate a chunk of hair!!...read the book people, I won’t explain) or maybe even, it changed your life. A little side note... When I got started writing, for real, not just playing around, I was told to brand myself, to build a platform. That was what would sell books, that was how to get an agent and a book deal and all that came with it. And because I come to things from a wonky direction, I built myself into a brand, and failed to do so with books.... until now. Instead of writing the story that came to me, I finally feel like I am writing the books I was meant to write, with this new mystery series. (Yay you! Add me to the mailing list!)

3.       Write by the Water…I know it looks like a writer’s retreat where you work, but honestly, is it really just the party I think it is?  Hey, writing is hard work. We all need some downtime, cabana boys and vodka, right? (now it’s in print, my husband will veto for sure) So, in my desire to give back, I decided to create Write By The Water and offer up both an educational getaway and a place of solitude—with a few writers hanging around banging on their keyboards and making you think you need to write more, or faster, or better—and later, we pour wine and bitch about the sucky life we've chosen, while watching the sunset over a dark ocean—at least until the masseuse asks us to flip over.

4.       Scratch…you have an online magazine too, right? How do you do it all? Ah..scratch, sigh. I'm going to try not to cry as I type this. Scratch was born out of desperation. You know how you read the magazine call-outs to contributors, and it says: send in your stories here... if you've been published (I’ve never heard that…maybe it’s just you? HAH!). Such a Catch-22 situation. How does one get ahead, if no one gives you the first chance? If no one believes in you? I saw establishing scratch as an online contest, a way for me to open the door for writers, and a way for me to get to know editors and other publishers. I made killer connections and am proud to say I started a few folks down the path to publication. (In fact, a few of them now have book deals, and I don't. I love that.) Now, comes the sad part. We were online from 2008-2011, and put out three printed anthologies. I put scratch on hiatus in late November 2011 when my daughter was hospitalized and two months later, the whole site crashed. We were unable to restore any of the data. Sad day for me and all the fantastic contributors and judges. I miss it and yet, I'm finally okay with it, as now I have much more time for "research." (which in Linda-speak is shop for vintage cars I will never own and befriend crazy characters on Facebook that I will turn into characters in the next book.(ooh-ooh, I’ll be that insane woman whose kids drive her insane and she starts driving them to school in her pj’s?)

5.       Best advice to a fellow writer… Three things. Number One: Learn everything you can about every aspect of writing, including marketing. Two: Don't ever give up, and Three: Don't hate the lucky ones—you know them, the ones who had no idea what they were doing when they queried a book they hadn't even finished, the ones with big author relatives or lit agent lunch pals, the ones who got in under the wire before the publishing world took a nose dive, before vampires were passĂ©—nope, those are the writers you need to watch and learn from. Those are the authors you should befriend, because when you finally publish and your tough love story of perseverance, dedication and hard work comes out, they will admire you. (Face it, everyone loves the underdog, right? It's even one of the most popular plot lines in history. I'm banking on it, anyway.)

Bonus Question! How do you stay so freaking skinny when you obviously work 20 hours a day?
Oh, honey, you know no woman ever thinks she’s pretty enough, tan enough or skinny enough. ;)  That said, I'll admit, I'm a gym rat with a healthy amount of vanity and a tiny budget for clothing. Though as I approach the mid-century mark, the old tricks don't seem to work the same. (Damn you, Belgium beer and pretzels!), So, I started a very low carb diet last month and installed an elliptical machine under my desk. It's crazy but it works.

*An elliptical machine under the desk! Now that tip is worth its weight in gold.
But then with gold being at what it is…maybe we’ll say aluminum.
                Thanks for stopping by Linda. Now, you people…GO...Buy the book!

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Happy Birthday Baby!!!!!

9:46 AM Elizabeth Seckman 21 Comments

As Bill Maher picks up the burn Hilary Rosin poked toward stay-at-home moms, turns it into a torch, and totally sprints to the finish line in an effort to scald us good...well I just don't really give a rat's hiney.

For one...I don't have a single ounce of respect for Maher, so what he thinks is irrelevant to me.

Reason #2, Maher is an entertainer, and he can send his millions to the White House, but that doesn't make him a policy maker...so puff away big bad wolf...I live in a house made of bricks.

And finally, my third and final reason...tomorrow is my baby's 18th birthday!!!

And it's his fault I quit work. 

See that cutie pie down there? At that age, he started racing me from the babysitter to my car,  begging me not to go. He was crazy in love with me. I was his favorite person in the whole big bad world. 

And I knew that wouldn't last.

 Of course, he still loves me, but he's almost a man. 

He's got his focus on college and career. 

He's got his roots. He's strengthening his wings. And he's about to fly.

To my son I say...thank you.

Thank you for slowing me down.

It was one heck of a trip.

Caleb. 1 year old. Mommy's little helper. (he uprooted as many as he planted!)

Sadly, he's lost this sense of fashion.


 He just had to know. Yes, rolling down a hill in a barrel was fun. And nauseating.

Senior Night. No, I didn't cry.


And to my son...

Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken winged bird
That cannot fly.
(author unknown)

Happy 18th birthday Caleb

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AWIF...Kiss My Butt Hilary!

8:00 AM Elizabeth Seckman 39 Comments

 Carter, Caleb, Cole, and Conner...my babies. 

All Write...It's Friday...is supposed to be about writing.

And it is. Sort of.

But since I have a VERY strong opinion about kids. And the duty of raising them. And after Hilary Rosin threw the dis at Ann Romney, I just had to chime in.

See those guys up there? Yep, that great big picture up there, front and center? Those are my babies. They are my masterpieces.

 If I drop dead right now...echhh...don't worry, still here...scared ya, huh?

Anyhow if I did NOTHING else in this life besides raise those handsome young men, then I croak accomplished.

Now Hilary's insult to Ann about 'never working a day in her life' hit me in the gut.

If I had a nickel (let's say quarter... considering inflation and all) for every time I was treated like I was somehow undermining the entire women's movement and making myself a second class female by opting to stay home with my kids...wow...I wouldn't be worried about college tuition right now.

And I'd be lying if I said the pokes and the comments from people like Hilary don't sting. There were many times I wanted to run back to work just to be able to say...I work at such and such, so I DO matter!

But I stayed home. Even after...gasp...the youngest went to kindergarten.

It was a choice I made. A choice I don't regret. I have good boys. I could brag right now about their rewards and accomplishments...but it'd take too long and you'd think I was lying ;-)

(Now don't get all excited and start asking me for loans thinking I'm part of the 1% income earners. My family missed my income (though I was a social worker, so really, it wasn't a HUGE loss), but we did without many, many things. My husband's car is a 1994 Nissan Sentra that's pretty much held together by duct tape and tie straps; the value of the gas in its tank is higher than its blue book value.)

I've never understood why, as women, we have to separate ourselves...when really we're all just doing what is best for OUR families.

For some moms, it's to go to work. For others, it's to stay home.

The bottom line...the best parent is a happy, contented parent.

Now...what's this got to do with writing?

MOMENT of TRUTH:  I thought telling people I was a stay-at-home, bon bon eating, soap opera watching trophy wife got eye rolls...you should see the look on their faces when I say I'm a writer!!!



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Blog Walking, Egg Dipping Goodness

9:05 AM Elizabeth Seckman 30 Comments



Wouldn't it be nice to have the extra set of hands like this little busy bee?

No?

True, true...all our shirts would have to be custom made and that could get expensive.

Instead of growing an extra set of arms, when my life gets busy, I try to find any conceivable way to multitask the to do list.

My all time favorite tasks to combine are meals and whatever else I can do. The perfect combo...meals and transport...yep, that's me... eating my PB&J on the go. It's cheap, it's easy, and best of all...it's quick. And if I'm not going anywhere, eating will always be combined with something...reading, facebooking, or when the family is home...prying into the kids' private lives time.

This Easter weekend, I figured out I could boil the eggs RIGHT in the dye. I must say...BRILLIANT! Sure, all the eggs were the same color, but it worked! No boiling then dipping; no multiple cups to clean up...just one pan of green water filled with eggs. Boom goes the dynamite. Twenty minutes till all done. (And of course I washed dinner dishes while they cooked!)

Another stroke of genius? With all the A-Z Challenge posts, I'm running out of time to read them all! The answer? Strap that laptop to the treadmill! Get in my daily walk and catch up on my blog buddies gems of literary excellence. Sure, it may be tough to comment, especially once little old chubby me starts to huff and puff and taking the hands off the grip could be a risky, dangerous business. But it works. This idea is added to the multitask win category.

So, how bout it? What other tasks can I combine to loosen up more time? Share with me...I'm a shameless thief of all good ideas. :)

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All Write....It's GOOD Friday!!!

11:30 AM Elizabeth Seckman 19 Comments

Happy Good Friday! 

Talk about irony (and human selfishness) that we call the day Jesus died Good.  


I'm sure on the day of the crucifixion there weren't too many disciples cheering and high fiving over the goodness of it all...the unfair arrest, the public humiliation, the scorn, the flogging...none of it strikes me as a reason to celebrate.

 
Betcha a dollar against a donut that they were thinking it was a pretty freaking crappy day.


Even Jesus seemed to have a few doubts as he called out, "Father, Father, why has thou forsaken me?" (Matthew 27:46) 

But Jesus stayed faithful. He trusted God had a plan. 



Three days later with death conquered and salvation given for the asking...well now, that changed everything. What was unthinkably cruel 72 hours before was now GOOD. Damned good; or more precisely Undamned good!

Now for us writers who get our fair share of painful rejections...we must remember...every hurdle and struggle we overcome leads us to where He needs us to be. 



So, when a door slams shut or a rejection burns...stay with it, stay focused...and one day, when looking back with your hind sight lenses on, you'll realize it may very well have been nothing more than a Good Friday moment. 

I'll share with you, my simple prayer...Lord, open the doors that need opened; close the doors that need closed...lead me where I need to go.  

Happy Easter! :)

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About That Dying Business...

3:24 AM Elizabeth Seckman 19 Comments


Funerals are big business.

And have been throughout history.

The record for costliest funeral ever is held by...drum roll...Alexander the Great in the 300's BC. His was a gala event ringing up to a whopping $670 million (adjusted to our AD level) dollars!  Part of the high cost was the need for special road construction to accommodate the jewel encrusted hearse that was so heavy it had to be pulled by 64 horses.

Then as time passed...the shrine, the lavish tomb of Alexander, was lost.

How exactly does an entire mausoleum with such a famous corpse just get lost?

And Alexander's wasn't the last to get lost. There was another tomb, the tomb of a king with billions of faithful followers, that didn't just get lost over time...it was never marked.

And his burial was far from impressive. There was no official procession, no lush robe to bury him in. But that's not surprising considering in life, this king's crown was made of thorns, his throne was a wooden cross, and his tomb was never his own...it was borrowed from a friend. He was laid to rest, not with fanfare and grand expense, but with loving care.

This man with his pauper's burial never had a shrine; never had a marker to be lost. Historians aren't even sure where the tomb might have been.

But for him, it doesn't matter. For this king, death was not the grand finale. The tomb doesn't matter, because he isn't there. He and his believers are yucking it up in Heaven. Dying was nothing more than a necessary step up the stairway.

Because with Christ, it's never good bye~ it's more like Bon Voyage.

Happy Holy Week :)







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