The Candy Shop

6:00 AM Elizabeth Seckman 22 Comments

Happy Halloween!!
Remember, Halloween candy will be half off November 1st.
That's the real holiday. 

Now, on with the post!

50 Cent and my baby, Caleb
 Last week was a pretty awesome week for boy #1, my trial and error baby, Caleb.

Caleb was my first born.

I read all the books and sweated every choice from cloth diapers to disposables.

I wanted to do everything just right.

Then my grandmother gave this frantic mother the very best advice.

She said, "You know your child better than anyone. You know if he's being bad for sport, or if he's just acting out because he's tired and in need of a nap. Trust your gut and don't ever make choices to please others...or those books you're reading."

It was tough...going with the gut. I showed this picture to the left to a friend, and she exclaimed with shock, "You let him have Mt. Dew?"

I'd never really thought about it. He liked it, so I let him have it.

I cringed a little inside...what if I was screwing my kid up? What if Grandma was wrong?

But he was a happy, well-adjusted kid. His grades were always phenomenal and his behavior was exemplary.

I even let him play violent video games.

Gasp.

I swear, he didn't turn into a serial killer.

I let him sleep with the family dog...even when she might have had fleas.

I never spanked him. Even when he acted like a belligerent brat, and people around me swore it was the cure-all.

I let him follow his own path. Even when that meant wearing gum boots to church and Superman capes to the grocery store.

And you know what?

He's grown up just fine.

As a matter of fact- last week, he got to meet 50 Cent. And yes, he had to buy a bottle of vodka to do it, and yes, he billed the booze to my credit card.

No, I don't mind. I'd have bought a bottle of vodka to get to hang with 50 Cent for a second too.

Oh yeah, I also allowed him to listen to rap in his formative years.

I also encouraged him to party a little in college....as long as he did his homework before he got drunk, rather than after. Drunken homework completion is never a good idea. It's right up there with drunk texting and posting.

See? I give my kids advice.

It's just not the sort of advice Carol Brady would consider appropriate.

Okay, so I suppose I could be considered a bad mother.

But I will tell you- this bad mother raised some awesome kids.

In addition to getting to meet a rap king, Caleb also got his LSAT (law school admissions test) scores back last week.

He was shooting for a 167 out of a possible 180- a decent score he thought could get him into a few good schools he has his eye on.

Well, he scored a 179 out of 180.

One point from perfect.

I guess my grandma was right. I didn't screw up the wonderful human God sent me after all.

Oh, and guess where he's going to go to law school?

Anywhere he wants to.



Thanks to our hosts LexaL.G, and Tonja Drecker for this weekly good things check in! 

1. No football this week, but we are play off bound!

2. Did I mention how awesome my kids are? All of them- even the ones I didn't mention. 

3. The WV Book Festival was wonderful. I met some new authors who are all sorts of awesome, and time spent with readers is always time well spent. 

Misha Gericke & Beth Fred host this monthly goal update. The idea is to think big...and then work hard to make it happen. My two goals are publish two books and master marketing.

I better get on the ball! I've been sitting on my manuscript for months. Truth be told, I'm a little afraid to self-publish. You people who have done it...how did you know when you were ready to pull the trigger? Usually, I can count on my publisher to say, "Elizabeth, it's done. Send me the manuscript."





Speaking of Misha Gericke, I'm almost done reading her book, The Vanished Knight. It's a fast-paced story that blends fantasy and YA contemporary. It's about a young girl (Callan) in foster care who is taken in by a rich family and then sent off to boarding school with her two new "brothers". Callan is swept into another realm when she visits a castle on the school grounds. It's an exciting blend of magic, romance, and action.


My only problem in reading this book is not having the proper amount of time to get to the end...I need to know! Who is the voice in her head? Where are her parents? And how will the past relate to the future? I suppose I'll just have to lose a little sleep and find out!

You can check out the book, or even better, buy it HERE!

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Randi on Radio!

11:44 PM Elizabeth Seckman 14 Comments



I'm  off to the WV Book Festival this weekend, or at least I will be during the day, then I'll be hurrying home to catch football games in the evening. 


Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit exhausted thinking about it. Two hours from my house to Charleston, WV for the festival...two hours to Tyler County for a game. Wake up Saturday and head back to Charleston...then three hours to Beallesville for a game. 


So, when Randi Lee offered to guest post today, I was ready to give her a big hug!! Sooo, here's Randi on her first radio interview and the benefits of interacting with and not fearing the media. 


Welcome, Randi Lee!  


I recently conducted my first radio interview to promote my book, Affected. This was quite the experience, given the screaming infant and two barking dogs in the house, let me tell you! However, I found the interview to be exceedingly rewarding in that a spike in my book sales occurred as a result of the interview, I received requests from new clients in search of freelance servicesand it was a lot of fun.

 

People who knew about the interview beforehand asked, “Are you nervous?” Admittedly, my answer was, “Well, yes I am.” The interview was going to be live, it was going to be an hour long, and it was going to be broadcast to over 100,000 listeners worldwide. I’d be concerned with myself if I wasn’t just the slightest bit nervous. I spent several years in the acting field, building up a tolerance for media engagement, however—performing in live theater and commercials—so when Artist First called me to begin the interview, I eagerly answered my phone and all worries melted away.

 

And I had a blast.

 

Tony Kay, the radio show host, was very engaging and enthused about my book and my story. He made it easy to open up and talk about the writing process. I discussed the book, how it came to be, the many ups and downs that went into writing it and what it felt like to finally accomplish its publication. From start to finish, Affected’s tale was told, providing a worldwide audience a look into all of the ins and outs of writing a book. This was beneficial for many reasons. I’ll touch upon the main two:

 

First, it gave the audience a look into what really goes into writing a novel. There’s a myth out there that, in order to write a book, one must simply sit down and type. This isn’t so, and I was able to debunk this myth over the hour I was interviewed by going into detail about all of the hard work and effort that went into Affected. 

 

Second, going into detail about the book gave potential readers many chances to emotionally connect with Affected and its characters, exposing them to parts of the story they may not have gathered from a jacket cover or Amazon excerpt. It effectively increased readership by allowing me to provide an in-depth breakdown of Affected’s many elements and intimacies. In short, it was an excellent platform to describe my book in the highest possible detail.

 

This was my first radio interview, but it wasn’t my first interaction with the media and certainly will not be my last, because I have learned something: the media is my friend—and your friend, too. Radio hosts, newscasters, podcasters and the like are there to not only spread the word of your story, but provide a platform for you to do so yourself, to a much larger audience than you could have previously reached without them. Yes, the thought of speaking to a live audience can feel rather scary and overwhelming. Here’s the thing, though: when you’re talking about something you love and are wildly enthused about, it becomes quite easy to open up. Yes, you may fret your upcoming interview and perhaps grow a few grey hairs in anticipation of it. When it comes, though—when that first question is asked to you and your mind lights up with all of the things you want to say about your book and all of the views and opinions you want to express about writing—you’ll shed the anxiety and your message will flow naturally.

 

Engaging in the media is important, as well, because it prepares you for that thing so many of us dread: public speaking. As a writer, you’ll undoubtedly engage in public speaking events, and things such as radio and news interviews can help prepare you for these events quite well. By interacting with radio shows, newspapers and trade journals and news interviews, you’ll be well prepared for author events, book signings and conference panels. Consider your radio interview practice for your next big author event!

 

In summary, my first radio interview was a success because it granted me exposure, gave my readers insight into the often underappreciated world of writing, provided me with experience for my next speaking engagement, and afforded me a little bit of fun on a Tuesday night. I encourage my fellow writers to actively seek out public engagements such as radio interviews and television interviews because the results are infinitely beneficial and there’s nothing so rewarding as enlightening and educating your audience about something you love.

 

If you would like to listen to my recent radio interview in its entirety, you may do so by clicking here.

 

Thank you so much, Elizabeth, for hosting me on your blog today. I hope this information proves useful to you, Elizabeth’s readers, and I hope you all continue to pursue your goals in new and inventive ways! 


 

Randi Lee is an author and blogger, aswell as a freelance writer, editor and designer living in New England with her family and two much-loved dogs. She recently released her debut novel, Affected, and is currently working on its sequel, Ascendance. Randi loves sharing tips and supporting fellow authors. She often posts helpful advice and author spotlights on her website: www.randileewrites.com.  Affected, her action-packed dystopian thriller, is available at all store fronts, including: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo and iTunes.  

Thanks to our hosts LexaL.G, and Tonja Drecker for this weekly good things check in! 

1. I may be in a position to stalk Homer Hickam this weekend! 
2. All my boys will be home!
3. It's an all-weekend football extravaganza! (Can you feel my exhaustion?) 

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It's Just Ignorance

6:00 AM Elizabeth Seckman 24 Comments


My son's favorite Mountaineer wearing a coonskin cap-
a cap that was made famous by Davy Crockett. 

This is my son's favorite Mountaineer. Caleb, a West Virginia University student,  is usually a pretty cool guy, not known for going all fan boy over anything. But in 2012, we were at an open house at the university and THE Mountaineer, Jonathon Kimble, was there. Caleb made a bee line to get his autograph.

Seems Mr. Kimble reached a special level of notoriety by using his mascot's musket to bring down a bear. My son said he was officially the most celebrated Mountaineer ever.

My son still has a profound respect and admiration for the leather-wearing, coon-skin-cap-topped, bearded man...even if he's no longer portrayed by Mr. Kimble, who I suppose graduated and has moved onto to other fields of glory.

So, while watching a televised WVU football game, Chris Stirewalt of Fox Sports made a comment about not knowing what kind of hat the Mountaineer was wearing, that he assumed it was some sort of rodent.

My son was instantly furious, certain it was an intentional slam against the Mountain State, WVU, and the Mountaineer.

But I told him to relax. Mr. Stirewalt probably took the same biology class that prompted Paramount Studios to put udders on a bull in the movie, Barnyard.


Maybe this creature looks normal to some, but to us- it's  laughable. That's supposed to be a dude. Be he a bull or a steer, he's sporting an udder, and unless Paramount was out to make the first transgender barnyard animal, they got it all wrong. Someone didn't do their research.

Only cows (that's what you call a female bovine) have an udder. Bulls and steers (male bovine) have, um, well, man parts- the lucky bulls getting to keep a few more of the man parts than the unfortunate steer.

Anyhow, my point is, there was no reason for Caleb to get upset. He simply had to understand that most insults come from ignorance, not intention. Even though you assume people are paid thousands of dollars to be pros and get their facts right, they don't.




LexaL.G, and Tonja Drecker host 
this weekly good things check in!

1. My dog is back to her regular self! Sure, that's still old and creaky,
but she's a happy pooch again.

2. I got my books for the WV Book Festival  without having to pay expedited shipping. I usually wait too late for standard shipping rates- I feel so organized!

3. My husband has next week off from work, and I have him a to do list ready. He's so lucky to have me.

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Senior Night

9:47 AM Elizabeth Seckman 25 Comments

Magnolia Blue Eagle Seniors
(my baby is standing behind #1 and #6)

Tonight is senior night for boy #3. It's his last regular season home game, ever.

It's supposed to rain, so I went online to buy something to wear that said, school-spirited, yet fashionably dry. 

I found a nice rain coat, and I had the option of getting it in navy or a golden yellow. 

Well, our colors are blue and gold. 

And I did wear blue at boy #2's senior night. 

AND the yellow was on clearance- a full $15 cheaper than the muted, classic navy. 

Who couldn't use an extra $15- especially now? I know I certainly could. So, I ordered the golden yellow.

My rain coat arrived yesterday. 

It's golden yellow, all right. Eye-popping and bold as a summer sun. 

Thanks to my frugal nature, I'm going look like nature- a freaking giant dandelion. 

Make a wish, seniors! The future is all yours. 


Now. For my good things:

LexaL.G, and Tonja Drecker
host this weekly good things
check in. We won. Signs are home.
Tara's here to visit!



1. I got a thong!!! A book thong, perv. Thanks to the marvelous and talented Melissa Maygrove. It's for her new novel, Precious Atonement. If you haven't read this book, you must get it Here.

2. The leaves are changing. I hate to say good-bye to summer, but have to admit, fall is a beautiful season in these West Virginia hills. 

3. Son #2 has been writing shorts he hopes to make into mini-movies. I get to add my beta two-cents. That's pretty awesome to share some creative thoughts with my baby. 






HOT PINK IN THE CITY, Prizm Books/Torquere Press, 2015
ISBN: 9781610409551
Ebook
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Asma Bashir wants two things: a summer fling and her favorite '80s songs. During a trip to New York City to stay with relatives, she messes up in her pursuit of both. She loses track of the hunk she met on her airplane ride, and she does the most terrible thing she could possibly do to her strict uncle... ruin his most prized possession, a rare cassette tape.

A wild goose chase around Manhattan and Brooklyn to find a replacement tape yields many adventures -- blackmail, theft, a chance to be a TV star, and so much more. Amid all this turmoil, Asma just might be able to find her crush in the busiest, most exciting city in the world.

Medeia Sharif is a multi-published author, teacher, and a member of  Mensa. Yeah, Mensa. That group of certified geniuses. I tried to get in the club once- I was working in catering at the time and offered to deliver cookie trays to a meeting. 

Medeia has been a long-time bloggy friend and her books never fail to entertain.








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On Perspectives: An IWSG Post

12:06 AM Elizabeth Seckman 56 Comments


It's been one of those busy weeks where every ounce of progress I've made in any area of my life just sort of feels hidden in the clutter on the floor, or the stacks of mail on the counter. I mean, you know you've made headway, but when you add in a week of appointments, a sick dog, and a bit life drama- you get that exhausting feeling that you've not really accomplished a thing. 

When life's little hassles wear me out, and I crave pulling the blanket over my head and staying in bed, I like to remind myself that right now, somewhere in this world, a child is starving. 

No, I'm not a sicko. I'm just forcing a change of perspective. Sure, I'm up at midnight writing this post as I wash the essential items for tomorrow I cherry picked from a laundry pile that's possibly in need of a building permit...I still have it pretty good. I'm warm, dry, and perpetually overfed. 

Remember, if you're busy counting blessings, you have less time to obsess about the insecurities and the problems. 


Sign up for the IWSG Here
Enter the Anthology Competition Here!

Thanks to Alex Cavanaugh and this month's co hosts!

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Odd Man Out

6:00 AM Elizabeth Seckman 14 Comments

Are you signed up?
Can you believe it's October?

I can't. Pretty soon I'll have to put away my flip flops, and that makes me sad. Even the upside of winterizing, AKA ending daily leg shaves and toe nail polishes, the legs and feet  doesn't console me.

It was just July, right? Now suddenly, it's October?

Wow.

Speaking of sneaking up, my son got a letter from his college. His tendency to take extra hours each semester made him eligible for early graduation.

He was shocked. He hasn't even applied to a single law school. What would he do if he quit his undergrad early?

I was shocked, too. I'm seriously NOT ready to be the mom of a college grad. I mean, when you're kids are in school, it evokes images of school buses and lunch bags. Sure your student has a full beard and an ID to buy alcohol...you can still pretend they're still that same little fella who asked you to search two malls for that one certain Power Ranger shirt.

So, I told him to stay in school another semester. Everyone needs a triple minor, right?


Thanks to our hosts in this weekly check in: LexaL.G, and Tonja Drecker
1. I am back in edit mode. I got started today and completely forgot to quit until my husband got home from work. Sure, he caught me looking like something you'd see at Walmart in the wee hours, but I was getting something done.
2. My son takes his LSAT to get into law school on Saturday. It's his second attempt. His first score was a 163 (which is a great score), but the guy who had graduation sneak up on him needs a 170.
3. The IWSG Anthology challenge is coming! Are you signed up?



Welcome Jessie Andersen! Jessie is a long-time writer friend going way back to pre-blog/publication days. Wow. We're getting old. 

Jessie's new book is out now and is FREE this Friday and Saturday! 
Even if you have no time to read it now, grab the download and read it later. 

Now, here's Jessie!!


THE ODD MAN OUT

Andersen_headshotOne of the things I love about the Hidden City in my book, THE BREEDING TREE is that they accept and love everyone despite their differences. Kate mentions how there are people who are different, physically and mentally, from what she’s used to. Differences are good. They challenge us and help us to appreciate the vastness that is humanity. I learned this lesson from living in a small town of about 500 people.

If you happen to be in my town and mention the name Phyllis, everyone knows who you're talking about. Most people probably couldn't even tell you her last name (Cline) because she was simply known as Phyllis.

Phyllis would sit on the bench outside the Superette, cigarette hanging from her mouth. Her frumpy clothes hadn't seen a wash in weeks and judging from the grease, neither had her hair. But this didn't stop the townspeople from loving her. This was how it was every day until the snow fell: Phyllis on the bench. When the weather turned, you could find her at a table in the back of the Superette, chatting or eating with the townsfolk who gathered there. Every day from morning until the sun set, you could find Phyllis at the Superette.

In the spring and summer, my husband and I would take daily walks with our kids hauled behind us in a wagon. Inevitably, Phyllis would be sitting on her bench. "What are your kids' names?" she'd ask. And we'd tell her. "They're so cute," she'd say. She'd attempt conversation with them, but being young and seeing this strange woman scared them into silence. Day after day it would be the same. "What are your kids' names?" … "They're so cute." Until finally, years later, she began to remember. Then she'd see me without them in tow and ask me how the kids were.

On occasion Phyllis would launch into a more interesting story, sometimes asking awkward or personal questions no one in their right might would ask a stranger on the street. She'd also talk about her past. The older she got the more outrageous the stories became, for her mind, which was never strong, failed with each passing year.  You see, according to her, she was related to Elvis...and Lucy.

I have memories of her from my childhood. She lived in the small apartment on the main street for as long as I can remember. We'd walk down the street on an evening when the air had cooled and hear her talking to people. People who weren't there. She'd even yell at them and occasionally swear at them.

 Then there was the time that she joined the wedding party, dancing in the local fire hall at a wedding reception...that she wasn't invited to. But that was her way. The party had moved into the truck bay to take advantage of the warm, humid night, and hearing the music, Phyllis and her husband, Henry, saw it as an opportunity to have a good time without paying a cent, for you see, they didn't have a cent. So off they went to join the party, to swing each other around, and to hoot and holler like only Phyllis and Henry could. Though I didn't witness it, my guess is they helped themselves to whatever was to eat. And the people let them.

My mother always said that Phyllis could only survive in a place like our small town where the people would take care of her. I learned later that those who spent time with her, listening to her stories for hours on end in the Superette were also the ones who helped her balance her checkbook and pay her bills after her husband died. The people here, even the young ones engaged her in conversation when she had no one else to talk to. This isn't a town that merely tolerated her presence, ignored her and hoped she'd go away. No. These people accepted her. Loved her. Cared for her when she couldn't do it herself.

Now that she's gone, I feel like an icon of our community is missing. That a piece of who we are has been taken away. And I grieve to think that my kids will have no memory of Phyllis. No opportunity to step out of their comfort zones and care for someone who was strange, dirty, and awkward. To love someone who had no one else. No one except the 500 or so members of a town who loved her.

What about you? Who has influenced your life in a way you never thought possible?

THE BREEDING TREE-- final cover
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Is the opportunity to create the next generation of life a dream come true or a deadly nightmare? 

When seventeen year old Katherine Dennard is selected to become a "Creation Specialist" in Sector 4, the opportunity sounds like a dream come true. But Kate soon discovers the darker side of her profession - the disposal of fetal organs and destruction of human life. It makes sense, really. In a society where disease and malformations don t exist, human perfection demands that no genetic "mutants" be allowed to live. For Sector 4, "survival of the fittest" is not just a theory - it's The Institute's main mission. 

When Kate discovers that The Institute is using her DNA to create new life, her work gets personal. In order to save her unviable son, she'll have to trust Micah and his band of underground Natural Born Rebels. The problem is, if The Institute discovers her betrayal, the next body being disposed of could be hers.




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