Showing posts with label Elizabeth Seckman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elizabeth Seckman. Show all posts

Friday, March 13, 2015

Elizabeth Seckman Defying Reason

Wow. Final day of the tour. I'm tired and I'm sure the blogosphere is tired of hearing from me, but guess who we're not tired of hearing from? Our buddy, Jeff! 

Jeff, we've missed you! So, for this stop...I sent Jeff questions and commanded him to give us an update. So, let's all welcome Jeff to his very own blog and find out what he's been up to. 

(I know, I'm tricky. And Jeff was worried that this wouldn't highlight my book well enough, so here is how this ties in to my story: Defying Reason is a story about characters who understand that people matter more than things and that love and friendship always conquer all the bad in the world.)

Now, here's Jeff!!!

How has Jeff been?

I've finally started adjusting to my "new normal" widowed identity, by far my biggest ever life change event in terms of lifestyle and emotional impact. I've hit frightening dark periods several times, but I've survived them all thanks to friends, faith, family, and even Isis (my little feline goddess). Sometimes we need others to remind (or even convince) us that our lives still have value and purpose in the right here, right now.

Most of the time though I'm doing okay--or at least well enough to be convincing. I'm a better man for having undergone the struggle and for vowing to continue the struggle knowing the battle will last my lifetime. My healing has been slow and painful, but I am healing. I still meet with several members of our Hospice Loss of a Spouse support group weekly for dinner. We've become good friends and walk together down this road to recovery.

What have you been working on?

A few things actually. The Awakening (Strands of Pattern book #2) is again my primary focus. Lots of plotting and drafting going on, some of which has required plotline tweaks in #1. I've also been enhancing Magic Muse, my novel-writing software. And I've been dabbling with a non-fiction project geared toward men recently widowed. A few new short stories are under my belt and I've amassed loads of story ideas yet to be written.

Biggest challenge for me now is simply making good use of my limited time. I wear all the hats now and things don't get done unless I do them, be they professional, social, or domestic. (Retirement has never before looked so desirable!)

What are your plans for the future?


Twenty months after the fact now and I'm still trying to bring my goals into focus. Deciding which of my pre-widowed aspirations are still objectives I wish to pursue has been oddly problematic. The fervor with which I pursue them varies greatly too.

I do intend to pursue publishing The Bonding if nothing else. That wasn't a promise, but it was something Myra wanted to see and she would expect me to follow through and do it. I'm hoping to get back to blogging regularly at some point, even if on a smaller scale. I've made a lot of friends blogging and miss the camaraderie.


I love the idea of a nonfiction book for widowed men. I think it can be harder on men because they aren't always as connected and expressive as women. But I'm also eager to see Strands of Pattern published. I've beta read this story and it's wonderful. And of course, I'd like to see you blog more too. Seems I want it all, so you better get to juggling!

This Jeff Update was brought to you Defying Reason

The Blurb:

Jo Leigh Harper comes from a long line of trouble-making, white trash stock.
Tanner Coulter comes from a longer line of wealth-creating, blue blood stock.
Jo graduated college top of her class, moving toward a future full of possibilities.
Tanner dropped out of college, trading a law degree for drinking games and one night stands.

A family crisis throws the rich party boy and the poor genius girl together. The attraction is immediate, though neither one is a heart-in-the-sand-drawing believer in true love. But as the summer sun heats up along the shores of the Outer Banks, so does the connection between them. Maybe, just maybe, they can win at love by defying reason.

 
Author Bio:

Elizabeth is a multi-published author of books for people who are believers in happily-ever- after, true love, and stories with a bit of fun and twists with their plots. The mother of four young men, she tackles laundry daily and is the keeper of the kitchen. She lives along the shores of the Ohio River in West Virginia, but dreams daily of the beach. 

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Friday, February 21, 2014

Elizabeth Seckman's Visit Is What Fate Intended

I love having the wonderful--and wonderfully talented--Elizabeth Seckman visit anytime. She's cream of the crop, but then you guys already know that. Elizabeth has been on tour promoting Fate Intended and was gracious enough to make a stop here.

Please welcome one of Charlie's Scribes.


Hello Jeff. I know losing your love, Myra, has been a heavy weight on you, but I'm glad you're back. We all love you and offer up some big virtual hugs.

When I was thinking of topics for this stop, one kept jumping into my head.

I'd think, nah...people will think I’m crazy.

But the thought wouldn't go away, so I am going to share it.

I believe in Heaven.

Heaven with a capital H. Like it's so real to me, I think it should have a zip code. 

My big brother, Grub (nickname...goofy family...enough said?), was an atheist most of his adult life. 

When he was diagnosed with an advanced stage, highly aggressive cancer, he remained stubbornly entrenched in his "the Bible is a fairy tale" thinking. Talk of religion would so infuriate him...he even cussed a nun who came to pray with him.

So, I kept my mouth shut and prayed God would intervene.

One day I went to the hospital to visit him and he was sitting with this little old man. The old fella was iconic West Virginia good old boy...complete with worn blue jeans and suspenders. The man stood as I came in and said it was time for him to go, but would my brother pray with him before he left?

I thought, Oh, boy…poor old fella is going to get an earful. But, without hesitation, my brother said yes. He winked at me and said, "Come on Grits (another crazy nickname…seriously, what is wrong with my family?) come on over here and pray with us."

Shocked doesn't cover it. I was stunned. I went over and took his hand and the old fella’s hand and the tears just started rolling. I wanted to ask, but didn’t dare…was he being polite (and feeling guilty for the nun) or was he having a change of heart?

After the man left, he told me:
I'm only saying this once, and I don't want any I told you so's. I just think you should know...when everyone leaves at night, I'm not alone. I suppose you'd call Him Jesus, or whatever, but at night, He's here with me. I can see Him. I can touch Him. Now that could be the crazy sh*t they're dosing me with before bed, but to me, He’s as real as you are. I think I understand what you’ve been nagging me about for so long. Now, that’s all I’m saying. It’s personal, between me and Him.

So, why does my big brother meeting Jesus make me believe there is a Heaven? Well, because Jesus said there was a Heaven, and if He is making hospital calls, then He is real.


Fate Intended is the third book in the Coulter Men Series.  Trip is the last of the Coulter sons to find love. He’s a handsome man with all the skills a young spy needs to succeed. But when it comes to love, he misses the target. Jane is a sweet beauty who may or may not be wanted for murder. She’s hiding out as a cleaning lady when chance brings her and Trip together. It looks like a happily ever after is in the cross hairs until reality tries to destroy what fate has intended.


Elizabeth Seckman is a simple chick with a simple dream…to write stories people want to read.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Elizabeth Seckman on Healing Summer and Telling Lies

I'm sure many of you know that Elizabeth is on a blog tour right now promoting Healing Summer, the second book in her Coulter Men series.  You may also know she's writing guest posts based off prompts we bloggers have given her.

My prompt to Elizabeth was: "People pay me to tell them lies."

So you must read how the quick-witted, creative Elizabeth Seckman responded!


Me lie?

Why Jeff, I am offended. You say people pay me to tell them lies? Why, I never lie…but I do take literary license as my God given right and talent. ;)

Okay, no lies; true story.

Elizabeth Seckman
My mother bought me a Hummel wall plate. I love Hummel. I LOVED my plate. Notice I said LOVED? Yep, my son knocked it off the bathroom wall. I heard the shattering glass from the kitchen. I knew my cute little pink cheeked, bow lipped, plucked from a happy yard in the 1950’s children were probably dust on the floor.

See, I have four boys. They are active and ornery and I have yet to abuse a single one. And that’s not by luck. You see, years ago I determined the best way to keep from giving them a good beating was to take many deep breaths before visiting the scenes of their crimes.

So, on that day, as I waited for God to grant me calm, I overheard an older brother tell his younger brother, “Don’t just tell her you broke it. Make something up. Something funny, like you were practicing your ninja techniques or rehearsing to be Spider-Man. Just telling her you threw a shirt at me will get us both killed. Make her laugh, keep her distracted, and we’ll order a replacement.”

I was impressed. My children had colluded against me to save the younger, weaker member of the pack.

And they taught me the fundamentals of any good lie, eh mmm, I mean story…you have to engage the receiver. Whether we’re telling stories to entertain, to get attention, or to save our hides…we have to find the best combination of truth, lie, and detail to interest and engage the listener.

A bit of truth…yes we broke the plate
A bit of lie…it happened in an extraordinary way
A bit of detail…something interesting…like ninja moves or Spider-Man

It’s a lesson from my boys, who use story telling as a defense mechanism, for us writers, who take it to the next level and ask for cash. If we can distract and amuse readers long enough, we can rob them of their money and not have them call the police for giving them nothing more than pages and pages of lies in return.

About Healing Summer:

Ditched at the altar…biopsied for cancer…Mollie Hinkle is having a bona fide bitch of a summer. When life sucks so hard it takes your breath away, what's a girl to do?

2nd Book in the Coulter Men Series
Road trip! Pack a bag, grab a few friends, and leave the past and the worry in the rear view mirror. What wounds can’t be healed by a drive across the Heartland, where quarter flips at cross roads determine the route and the future?

All roads lead to Craig, the second son and bad boy of the haughty Coulter line. Craig has spent his life taking care of number one—himself. He’s not interested in a relationship and he’s definitely not looking to fall in love. But if a morsel drops in his lap, who is he to refrain?

Mollie’s not looking for love either, but truth be told, she’s not opposed to it. Heck, if fate brought her to the miniscule Montana town to find happily ever after, she won’t fight it.  Perhaps it is a summer where love, not time, heals all her wounds.

Links:
Healing Summer Blog Tour page.
Connect with Elizabeth on Facebook and Goodreads
Get Healing Summer on Amazon!

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