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Welcome Special Guest, Allison Brennan

Friday, May 29th, 2009

allison_fbiseriesI’m thrilled today to welcome NY Times bestselling romantic suspense author Allison Brennan to our blog today.  I’m a huge fan of Allison’s books (and still can’t read them at bedtime.) as well as in awe of her ability to juggle a skyrocketing career, five children, a husband, a house and… well, you name it, I think Allison does it.

And she’s got a terrific new series out – the FBI trilogy: SUDDEN DEATH, FATAL SECRETS (just released this month) and CUTTING EDGE (releasing in July).

So give a big MamaWriter’s jelly-stained welcome to Allison and be sure to comment because Allison is giving away TWO sets of her Prison Break trilogy to lucky commenters!

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allisonbrennanALLISON BRENNAN

When I tell people I have five kids, their jaws drop and they stare at me in shock. I know what’s going through their heads. The first thing is, “Doesn’t she know about birth control?” Then, “There must be twins in there.” Or, “She must be Mormon or Catholic.” The answers: Yes, No, Catholic.

The comment I always get is, “I don’t know how you do it. How can you write three books a year with all those kids?” Or a variation on that theme. And I don’t get that.

I used to work full-time outside of the house-a regular 9-to-5 job-and no one ever asked me how I “did it” and raised my family. There are a lot of moms out there who work their asses off and aren’t writers, some of them working two jobs, some of them single moms, some of them with husbands who help a lot, and some of them with husbands who don’t do much of anything around the house.

Before I quit my day job in early 2005, I worked 30 hours a week, had five kids (11 years to 6 months), and wrote every night after the kids went to bed. THAT was hard work. It was especially hard before I sold because I was writing toward a dream that may never happen.

Women tend to put everyone else’s needs before their own. We get married, have kids, often work outside the house while still juggling all the homemaker responsibilities. Honestly, before I quit my day job (and still now), I was the one who took time off when one of the kid’s was sick, I dropped everything to take them to the doctor/dentist, I made sure to leave work right at five p.m. and suffer rush hour traffic in order to make the typical 20 minute drive in 50 minutes to reach the kids before six. I was responsible for homework, baths, bedtime, and cleaning the house (ok, I’ll admit, I rarely cleaned the house-I hate cleaning. But it was sore spot with my husband, so I grudgingly tried.)

Working moms tend to feel extremely guilty because we work outside the house and we fear we’re damaging our kids in some way, so we overcompensate and try to do everything. Stay-at-home moms feel guilty because they are at home and worry when they don’t do everything from being the team mom on soccer to being the first to sign up to drive on every fieldtrip to making sure their house is immaculate because they’re “at home” and there’s “no excuse.” I swear, the year that I was a stay-at-home mom after I quit and pulled my kids from day care was the hardest year of my life. I couldn’t write when they were running around (at the time ages 4, 2 and 1-my oldest two were in school.) I was physically exhausted when it was bedtime, but I still had to write at night. I was criticized by said husband who thought that if I was home, I should be able to keep the house clean. Who in the world said it was easy being a stay-at-home mom? Shoot him. Because it had to be a man.

Being a mom is a full-time job. And sometimes, women lose themselves in the role because for some reason-Society? Family expectations? Personal drive?-we feel guilty if we do anything solely for ourselves.

Writing is selfish. We do it for us first. When you’re unpublished, no one in the world cares if you sell a book-except you. No one. It’s hard to keep motivated in the face of negative influences, even when those negative influences aren’t obvious. Sometimes it’s our husband or parents or kids who think it’s “cute” we’re trying to write a book. Others they complain that we’re wasting money on paper, toner, and a new printer. Others are critical that we’re not spending enough time watching television at night, or we lock ourselves in a room with our laptop after dinner.

Worse, some family and friends think that writing is a “hobby” something we do just for the hell of it or because we enjoy it, but it’s not a future career and it doesn’t fulfill us like say, oh, being a trial lawyer or brain surgeon.

Being a multi-published New York Times bestselling author has some advantages. People don’t think I’m writing just for the fun of it. People don’t generally look down their nose at me anymore when I decline to drive on the next field trip. Most people take my writing seriously-I have credentials now. But I still get the, “But you work from home, so can you just do . . .” fill in the blank of anything that takes more than ten minutes. Add half a dozen of those up and you’ve lost an hour or more of YOUR TIME. Yet we still feel guilty when we say no!

Moms rock. It doesn’t matter if we’re working from the house or working out of the house or working for money at all. And because we rock, I think we need to sometimes do things for ourselves-and if that means telling your husband he can watch television by himself three nights a week because we’re going to WRITE, then do it without the guilt.

It took me a long time to minimize the guilt of putting my needs on equal footing with my family. Or close to it. Because I still drop everything when someone is sick, or when there’s a special event at school, and now that my hours are more flexible, I do drive on more field trips and rarely miss sporting games (though I rarely attend practices-something has to give!) And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love spending time with my kids, but I also love writing, and I can juggle both most of the time.

I “do it” like every other mom out there: I prioritize, I sacrifice, and I don’t sweat the small stuff.

PRIORITIZE

  • Keep your writing time sacred
  • Stagger deadlines between major life events
  • Keep your kid time sacred

My oldest is 15, my youngest will be 5 next month. My writing time is when they are at school, 8:30-3 five days a week. That is my sacred writing time. I limit other commitments during this time. Sometimes interruptions are unavoidable; most of the time, if you’re committed it works. During the summer, my little kids go to day camp except when we’re on vacation, and the week before school starts. If you work full-time, whatever time you set aside for writing-whether it’s early in the morning or late at night or on the weekends-you have to stick with it. Make it sacred. That’s YOUR time.

Deadlines are important, especially when you’re published. I avoid setting deadlines around major holidays when the kids are out of school and/or have major school projects due (finals, science fair, end of year projects.) Having a book due the same week as the science fair and three of your five kids have a project due on the same day . . . your sanity will suffer.

Just like writing time is sacred, kid time is sacred. For me that’s after school through dinnertime, and weekends. And I read to them every night.

SACRIFICE

Before I sold, I gave up television to make the time to write. I also gave up some sleep. Now, I still give up sleep-I’m rarely in bed before 1 a.m., and I usually am up by 6:30. And I still don’t watch as much television as I did before I started writing.

I’ve also sacrificed cleaning. Ok, okay, I sacrificed cleaning years before I got serious about my writing. I have a husband and wife team who come in once a week for $35 an hour. To me, it’s worth it, and I’m happy to sacrifice something extra to pay for them. That’s how much I hate cleaning.

For others, it might be something else. Maybe you hate cooking, or ironing (I love cooking, hate ironing.) Maybe it’s gardening or you like vacuuming but hate cleaning the shower. Whatever it is, if it makes you miserable, find a way to get rid of the responsibility, or you’ll begin to resent it.

Kids are bribable. I’m not above bribes. It’s really nice now that my oldest is almost driving and I remind her (often) that driving is a privilege, not a right, and if she wants the keys and the car insurance that goes with them, she has responsibilities. Chores are good. They teach kids responsibilities as well, and I can’t tell you how many of my kids friends who have no chores. Mine do. And not enough chores, because I’m a softy at heart.

My husband doesn’t have as much of my time as he’d like because our kids always come first. And sometimes, there’s not enough of me to go around. We have five kids. I’m responsible for 95% of their day-to-day survival, especially the younger kids. I’m tired at night, and often have work to day. So to make up for it, we try to have a date night once a month.

I’ve had to sacrifice time with friends-and that, sometimes, is hard. Some friends understand, some don’t. When you are working toward achieving your dream, the friends who stand in your way are not your friends. It’s hard to accept, and so you do everything you can to keep the relationship working. But if they’re not supporting you, or worse, if they are trying to demoralize you, they’re not a true friend.

But the friends who stick with you? They are golden. They are worthy to make sacrifices FOR.

DON’T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF

This is one of the hardest lessons to learn. Honestly, I think we as women, and society in general, stresses over so many little things that we make ourselves miserable. So what if the house is messy, it’s not going to kill you. And your son has a hole in the knee of his uniform pants-well, until his fist can go through it, is it really a crisis? And your youngest didn’t put on his shoes and you got halfway to school before your kindergartener mentions it-if you turn around and go back home, is it truly unfathomable that the kids are late to school?

I had it in my head for years that I had to cook a “good” dinner and everyone needed to sit down as a family and eat. And while I believe that family time is a good thing, when you have kids in sports, family dinners are few and far between. There’s always someone who needs to be taken somewhere, or someone at practice, or someone needs to eat early because they have a game. When I worked outside the house, I never wanted to make dinner a battle time because I didn’t have as much time with my kids as I wanted, so I always made healthy food I knew they liked. This works very well now. So, we eat a lot of spaghetti and salad, tacos and hamburgers, but it works for us. My older two often make their own dinner because they have weird schedules, but the little kids and I almost always eat together-even if it’s sitting casually at the kitchen table munching carrot sticks and chicken strips before running off to my daughter’s basketball game.

Stress is a killer. It damages us mentally and physically, and there’s enough stress in our lives between the economy, our children’s future, our mortgage, our personal security. Why add to it?

Ultimately, happiness matters. When I quit my day job, we didn’t have a lot of money and I had to be exceptionally frugal with my advance so that I could make it last. I pulled my three youngest from day care, we refinanced the house, I lived on a much tighter budget-with the added stress that if my books failed, I’d be crawling back to my old boss begging for my job back.

BUT I was doing what I had always wanted for me. Writing. I was a published author, I had achieved a dream I’d had since childhood. My oldest daughter, then 11, said about a month after I quit, “Mom, I’ve never seen you so happy.”

And ultimately, that’s a lesson I’m thrilled to teach my kids.

ALLISON BRENNAN worked as a consultant in the California State Legislature for thirteen years before leaving to devote herself fully to her family and writing. Her books include the New York Times bestselling Evil series: Speak No Evil, See No Evil, and Fear No Evil. She lives in northern California with her husband and their five children. Visit her website at www.allisonbrennan.com

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Sweet Relief…

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

What is it about music that can take you back to a moment in time?

There’s an old song from an album I loved back when I worked as an archaeologist…

It was from a compilation album called:

Sweet Relief: A benefit for Victoria Williams:

I remember stumbling upon this one at a dusty store in Clifton, Arizona. That time, our job was to survey an insane mountain slope, to make way for another Arizona copper mine–almost slipped and fell off a mountain, but that’s another story for another day! That time, I found an historic mine shaft. Remains of shattered china. A worn out model T ford. Remnants of bottle-bottoms. I envisioned a miner dragging his new wife into the middle of nowhere…and she flinging her wedding china at his head as his mine came back with no trace of gold–but more blasted copper ore. (Always a romantic…)

Back, pre-hubby, pre-kids. And music was about all the luxury we had while camping out under the stars, or staying in skeezy motels. Shooting pool, drinking beer, eating stellar Mexican food, very few women, so I did my best to keep up with the boys.

It was while living in a trailer in eastern Arizona for 8 months, digging the southwest  just out of college–my whole future in front of me. I had plans. I had dreams. Most of which revolved around my first little 4 megabyte of ram Laptop, where I pounded out my first novel – start to finish.

I drove my bunk-mate crazy with the whirring of the computer fan, the blue-gray of the monitor lighting our small prowler trailer, and my endless clicking of keys late into the night. So, I countered her frustration by buying great music and playing it late into the night. She learned to live with my dream of writing, and the music I played to cover it up: Sweet Relief, Wild Eyed Crazy Mary, and the entire Pearl Jam Ten album.

Now, I can’t hear those songs without thinking of those days. Trudging across the super-heated Arizona scrubby desert terraces, mapping ruined structures, stumbling across my first petroglyph – literally – while dodging a coiled rattlesnake.

I still have those CDs. I still have my first pair of hiking boots. My dig kit, complete with trowel, line level, pencil nubs, snake bite kit, and flagging tape. I recall those days with complete and utter joy of a simple time when I learned how to be me in this world. And decided life experience mattered more than a masters degree in creative writing. And, all I have to do to go back there is pop in a CD. Instantly, I’ve got dust in my mouth, and zinc on my nose, and a bright blue desert sky overhead.

I’m older now–I have daughters as you know–in whom I believe hold the key to the future of this world. I am intent to instill in them the knowledge that they can do anything, be anything, as long as they put in the effort.

AND with that in mind, I’m celebrating sweet relief in the knowledge that my first novel — rewritten, is now available in print. All or Nothing, born of hours of research, daydreams, and a story that snicked itself together as I dreamed of an untold future while digging through the past of the Arizona desert.

Leave me a comment, and join me tomorrow over at You Gotta Read Reviews – where I’m blogging about my journey in publishing All or Nothing! and posting blurbs, and extracts, and the like (PLUS – I’m having a contest tomorrow…free downloads, anyone?)

I’ll be traveling today, back home from Arizona… but I promise to reply to each and every one of you when I return!

~Ashley

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Emergency Room visits change the days of the week. Really.

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Okay, so if you were coming here today excited to see Allison Brennan, blame me.  It’s completely my fault, as just this morning I sent her a message to get her post for tomorrow.  See, I somehow thought that today was Tuesday and tomorrow was Wednesday.

This isn’t because Monday was a holiday, because for me, it really wasn’t.  We spent the morning in the emergency room with my three year old who was having trouble breathing and then, the rest of the day trying to do our best to keep him calm.

Have you ever tried to keep a 3 year old calm? Sort of like asking a tornado to slow down and take a breather on its path of destruction.

It is the big “A” word. Asthma.  My husband and I both have it, so we’ve waited with fingers crossed and hoped our son doesn’t.  So much for that.  It’s not the end of the world, I know.  Medications are so much better than when my husband was diagnosed as a kid.  He’s more sad at the thought because when his asthma kicked in, it kicked him out of sports.  He was a baseball contender — good at it, loved it and wanted to play more than anything. So the thought that our son will have asthma is hard for him, because he hates to think our little guy will be limited in anything he may want to do.

But now you are probably asking yourself what this has to do with emergency room visits and how that possibly changes the days of the week? (Really, you know you’re just thinking I’m looking for whatever excuse possible to reason away my lapse of responsibility. Or is that me thinking it…)

However, I really did think today was Tuesday.  Until one of my fellow MamaWriters emailed, Hey, where’s Allison’s post? it didn’t even dawn on me that I was wrong.  How sad is that?  Somehow, when my son is home when he’s not supposed to be, it throws my week off.  I have him with a babysitter three days a week so I can get work done (I work from home), and that has become my internal calendar.  Whereas when I used to work at a job elsewhere — the Monday to Friday, 8 to 5 sort of thing, the internal clock was geared toward Friday.   Friday was the signal of the weekend.

For me, Boo (that’s what we call our son, for which I know will constitute at least two sessions of therapy someday) being home indicates what day of the week it is.   Sometimes, it’s so hard-wired in there it’s easy to forget to actually LOOK at a calendar.

So that’s my excuse.  Not a great one I know, but one I imagine all of you can relate to.  (And if you can’t, just lie to me. I’m okay with that.)

Allison will be here on Friday. I set an alarm reminder and everything.  And to boot, she’ll be giving away two sets of her Prison Break trilogy — KILLING FEAR, TEMPTING EVIL and PLAYING DEAD.   So come and visit her on Friday!!!

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Where is that manuscript?

Monday, May 25th, 2009

I haven’t written in three weeks–okay, that’s not quite true–I haven’t written Fiction in about three weeks.  Yikes.

How many of you have ever looked up from life and realized that the manuscript you were working on got lost?

I have four critique partners, two of which right now are going through some moves and changes while the other two are writing continually.  We all keep in touch weekly if not daily and I always encouraging them yet, again three weeks have gone by since I’ve written.   And I’m just realizing this now. 

Guilt sets in that I should be writing, that those stories need to get out of me and onto a desk.  Those nagging little hints from the muse were there but unfortunately, not louder than the needed work to be done.  Then the guilt keeps riding, getting bouncier in the backseat as the time goes by while taking care of other things.  By the time I get to the actual blank page, it stays blank because I’ve created a mood around me of depression and guilt and it’s a little hard to write a romantic comedy when all you want to do is mope LOL

This happens, life gets in the way–wait, maybe we shouldn’t say ‘in the way’.  Life happens period.  To feel guilty because you took care of your family, your home, your work shouldn’t weigh you down.  I’m trying to look at it another way–thanks to my wonderful critique partners–that every little bit of writing is a treat, a gift.  It’s my time to escape the little complications life is throwing at me right now.  I changed my daily quota to a lower number so I have a better chance of meeting the goal and feeling the success rather than the deprivation.

Life happens you can’t stop it.  Writing happens, so let it.  It’s not finding a balance, that’s good, but not always possible.  It’s simply finding a few moments to let life go and let the imagination in.  Remarkable, as everything in life comes full circle.  Finding those few minutes to write, calms me down so I can refocus and handle Life better.

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Release Day — and Life’s Little Curve Balls

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

I know what you’re thinking. Didn’t Helen just have a release last month? You’d be correct. But today I have another release – Thai’d Up, my third erotic short in The Wild Rose Press’s Destination Pleasure series. I’d been expecting a midsummer release, but I found out last week that my editor needed someone to fill today’s slot, and I’m it. What do you do when your editor asks? You say yes, of course.

Caught completely off guard, I had to rush around to book blog spots and figure out how to promote a book I wasn’t expecting to have to promote for another month or so. By some act of the divine, I was actually scheduled here at Mama Writers for the day ;) .

This whole escapade reminds me of the birth of my first son. I was completely unprepared. Hadn’t packed a bag or anything. There I was, three weeks before my due date, sitting at home, minding my own business, when my water broke.

It was about 5:00 on a Friday evening. Frantic, I called my husband who was still at work. He’s an attorney, and he had planned to work late and all weekend in preparation for a trial that would start the following Monday. Two years later, he would become a partner, but at this time, back in 1993, he was an associate working for a partner.

Could there have been a more inopportune time for our firstborn to make his appearance?

My husband’s boss, being a father himself, was understanding, of course. So Dean came home to find me running around, throwing things into a bag. We got to the hospital, and after a long night, Eric arrived at 9:38 the next morning.

A curve ball? You bet. But totally worth it. And since having children, I’ve dodged more curve balls than I thought possible. It’s part of being a mom.

Now I find out it’s part of being an author, too. Things don’t always go as planned, but we make the best of them. If we do that, we’re doing our jobs.

Have a great holiday weekend, everyone! If you need a spicy little read to pass the time, check out Thai’d Up at www.wilderroses.com.

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