Friday, February 20, 2015

MY GLAMOROUS WRITER'S LIFE



My guest is romance author, Elizabeth Seckman. Many perceive the life of a writer as glamorous and easy. Elizabeth tends to snicker over that view of authors. She shares her day with us...

Whenever I wake up, I don the feather boa that accents my silk pajamas, then I float on a cloud to the kitchen where mimosas and strawberries await. After breakfast, I head to my computer and like Rumpelstiltskin (a very gorgeous, curvy female version), I begin spinning words into gold.
 
After a few hours, I stop for lunch and go through all the fan mail written on chocolate stationery. Then I return to work to find that draft I started is magically finished and ready to be sent to the publisher.
 
With a sharp whistle, courier doves appear and they take the story, page by page, in their little beaks and carry it to the magic place where books are printed and then placed on top sellers lists. 

It's not all easy though. Once, I broke a nail.

Okay, so that may be how the world sees a writer's life.
 
In reality? I roll out of bed in my Sponge Bob pajamas and I put on some fuzzy slippers and a hoodie (I get cold easily). Then I shove the kiddos off to school and I begin. I check email, Facebook, blog, Twitter...anything to delay opening a manuscript file.
 
When the muse finally gives me a kick in the butt, I start writing. Then the phone rings. Usually a telemarketer letting me know I won a cruise. Back I go. I check my Facebook, email, and Twitter again. Then back to writing.
 
Then the dog needs to go out. I chastise him for not having opposable thumbs. Then back to writing...after one last email/Facebook check.
 
I finally hit the sweet spot- you know, that place where you're completely in the story and the characters are lining up and telling you what's going on? Yeah, that spot. I hit that and nothing else matters. Fire alarms sound and if I don't smell smoke, I don't really care. I'm in the zone. 

Then the kids come home; the husband returns from work and there I am- still in my Sponge Bob pajamas promising them pizza for dinner.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           


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. EXCERPT

BUY: AMAZON

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Elizabeth divides her time between her beach cottage and her scrupulously clean house in the hills of West Virginia.

Ooops. That's fantasy Elizabeth. The real Elizabeth spends her days schlepping after her four boys (five if you count their father) and the assortment of pets they swore they'd take care of.
She does live in West Virginia; the house is clean when the mother-in-law visits; and she does have serious dreams of living at the beach.


Elizabeth is a Marshall University graduate with a degree in counseling. This has proven very beneficial when dealing with the make-believe friends she hangs out with all day (she calls this 'writing').


 

23 comments:

~Sia McKye~ said...

Welcome to Over Coffee, Elizabeth. So glad to have you visiting on this side of the blog. Help yourself to coffee and whatever else you want from the coffee bar. Try not to get Boa feathers in the food, okay?

I'm still laughing over "It's not all easy though. Once, I broke a nail."

Dixie@dcrelief said...

"...make believe friends she hangs out with..."

Okay, now I don't feel so bad about an imaginary bear named 'Teddy,' who goes to the airport with me to watch planes land.

Love the pink boa - nice touch with Sponge Bob :)

dolorah said...

Uh huh, sounds like my life. I prefer your fantasy. Just let me dream a few more minutes . . .

Suzy Turner said...

He he he I love your fantasy writer's life... I'd quite like to borrow that life! Brilliant, as always, Elizabeth :D x

Susan Gourley/Kelley said...

LOL. You cheered me up, Elizabeth. It usually takes me a few hours of procrastination before I find that zone where the story flows. No Sponge Bob PJs but I'm in my favorite flannel over-sized shirt and fuzzy slippers.

Donna K. Weaver said...

Haha That's about right. And why I got some software called Antisocial. It blocks sites like Twitter and FB for a time I specify.

lorilmaclaughlin.com said...

And it never fails that right when you get in the groove, something pops up that has to be dealt with immediately. C'est la vie. Where can I get some of that chocolate stationery?

Tyrean Martinson said...

That sounds way too close to my reality! :) Generally, my pjs get ditched when I need to drive my kids somewhere, but now my oldest is driving . . . but the shower is a good place to think through plot problems. :)

Peaches Ledwidge said...

Elizabeth, your imagination is a diamond pond. Run with the diamonds.

Jerry McGarrity said...

That is some very funny writing, Elizabeth. It makes me want to check out your novels. Well done.

Cherie Reich said...

If only that first way could be true. And that's so true, especially about checking emails/social media at each interruption.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Hey, I'd take pizza!
Maybe you can teach the dog to open the door himself? Of get him to work with the cat to do it.

LD Masterson said...

I've been seeing Elizabeth's book all around today. I love the way writers support each other.

My story is a little different. I'm wearing Red Sox pajama's

~Sia McKye~ said...

Looks like most of us have a nice fantasy or want the nice fantasy, lolol!

I don't sponge bob anything or silk for that matter. Since I work 30ish hours a week from home I have a wardrobe of nice flannel lounge pants and yoga pants and some coordinated sweaters and petty thermal weave shirts. In the summer it's cotton pants and pretty teeshirts or summer cotton dresses. I can feel pretty and put together but comfortable. Casual work chic, lol! That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Now I am craving pizza!! Nice to meet you, Elizabeth :)

Elizabeth Seckman said...

Thanks for having me over Sia! I'm arriving late. Hate a date this morning with the Chippendale dancers...fantasy research, of course. I will be certain not to get any feathers in the tea.

@Dixie- I have a pink kitty. Never feel bad for having imaginary friends.
@dolorah- I hear ya!
@Suzy- your real life is probably a lot like my fantasy life.
@Susan- I'm glad I could cheer you up. I don't know why I procrastinate. It's my nature, I guess.
@Donna- now that's hard core.I might have to try that.
@Lori- Lori- you can get it at the Hallmark store on Cloud Nine.
@Tyrean- I feel it's socially acceptable to wear your pj's on drop offs before 10:00 am. After that, it's sweat pants ;)
@Peaches- always with the lovely imagery! You've got a poet's heart.
@Jerry- That is goal, of course.
@Cherie- good. It's not just me.
@Alex- Pizza it is! I thought about a doggie door, but seriously? How lazy do I plan to get?
@LD- writers are seriously awesome.
@Sia- I need to get some new writing "uniforms"
@Optimistic- nice to meet you too :)


Christine Rains said...

*LOL* That sounds like the life! I still have to chase after a little one, but he would love pizza every night for dinner. :)

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

Spongebob pjs and pizza din - what a wonderful combo. Even better than the imaginary scenario. I have a Spongebob trash-bag in my car. Someone recently asked me if that was for my kids or grandkids. I proudly said, "No. It's for me!" (Duh!) I also have a Spongebob cup. Now, I must get the pjs. =)

Elizabeth Seckman said...

@Christine- I actually miss the chasing stage. Never thought I'd say that. They're great at all ages, but those young years are a blessing.
@Robyn- you know what they say- growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional. I like fun stuff. Life is short, we should enjoy.

Nick Wilford said...

Everyone loves Spongebob. I feel more relaxed and creative in jammies, definitely. Your tour is a lot of laughs!

A Beer For The Shower said...

Spot on! And I'm glad to hear I'm not the only adult who wears Spongebob pajamas. I mean, let's not pretend that we as writers are sitting here scribbling out the next great American novel in our Sunday's best.

~Sia McKye~ said...

Bryan and Brandon

I cracked up over your comment. I can't wait to get out of my formal clothes and into something comfortable, but me and Sponge Bob...I don't wear his stuff. I do, however wear ACDC lounge pants and any one of my Avenged-Sevenfold t-shirts when I write. Rock on!

Nick--I believe in being comfortable. I like watching Sponge Bob and Patrick makes me laugh. :-)

Dazzlement said...

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