November 18th, 2012
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I graduated…from Couch to 5K!

Or, how I became a runner at age 38. (Okay fine, I’m 39 but I started before my birthday in July.)

So, if anyone is still reading this blog and has gone through some past posts, you’ll know that I’ve experienced some of my most fulfilling and busy months - well, years - yet. So busy that for over a year I stopped exercising aside from walking my dogs, taking the stairs, and trying to be active without actually being…active.

How did that work out for me?

Well, it freed up time to get to everything else I needed to attend to - teaching, committee work, speaking, marketing, and writing. Initially I felt okay physically; I have a long history of being active and my metabolism is generally speedy. I certainly was expending energy, just not via sweat and spin classes. But over time I started to notice my body adjusting in ways I wasn’t happy with. I gained some weight, and although it wasn’t much, and I have learned as an adult not to freak out over numbers on the scale, I knew that the weight wasn’t healthy muscle. I’m naturally a pretty energetic person, provided I have some time to wind down and recharge. Yet I found myself losing more energy, and my eating was gradually worsening.

By most standards still I was a very healthy person: then and now I don’t smoke, I rarely drink alcohol, I don’t eat fast food, I am not sedentary all day long (teaching can be surprisingly active, minus the time spent grading). However, I found myself eating more emotionally or perhaps not eating enough, then slamming something weird, like chocolate milk, or eating fancy slices of bread with proscuitto and triple cream cheese. Delicious, real food which in and of itself is not bad for you, but not a well-rounded meal.

And then last spring I started having strange, never-felt-before urges. I wanted to… run.

If you know me personally, you know this is weird for me. I have always said I hated running. I tried it for about 30 minutes in high school (literally - a half hour and I thought I was DYING), and did a little in college for a PE class. But it was on a treadmill, with many walking breaks, and as soon as that class was over, so was my running. Since that time I sometimes would run for five minutes and then walk ten - I spent a pretty great summer exploring the trails in Eugene during grad school - but those five minutes running were filled with counting down the minutes and no matter what, I always ended up saying nope, not for me. Running just felt too difficult, something my body couldn’t do.

Eventually I moved on to a gym membership and group fitness: give me a cardio pump class any day, please. What’s more, I do NOT have a good history with anything athletic. Fitness, yes. But athletic? HA! I was the kid most scared of the ball. When I played basketball for my tiny elementary/middle school - from 5th to 8th grade - I scored seven points. Total. In all four years. I loathed playing organized sports but if I didn’t our school wouldn’t have had a team most years, as it was a pretty tiny parochial school. When I got to high school, I said goodbye to that part of my life. Shoot, I don’t even like to throw around a frisbee as I feel self-conscious and clumsy. As a tall woman it was often assumed that I was athletic in certain areas, but I quickly quashed those notions. The funny thing? Over the years the activity most people assumed I was good at?

Yep, you guessed it: running.

It struck me as peculiar to say the least that I wanted to run. And I truly, legitimately wanted to. I just felt that it was time. Like something clicked over deep inside my brain and my body woke up one day and said: let’s run. I talked about it so much that my husband finally just took me to Ross, walked me to the shoe rack, and had me try on a few clearance pairs of running shoes. In hindsight, this is not the best way to buy running kicks, but I ended up with a pair that are actually right for my feet (Adidas Supernova Glides). Still, I told myself I was too busy to start running until June, so in the meantime, I spent a half hour huffing and puffing and generally getting my tail kicked around the living room by Ms. Jillian Michaels. There is a line in the 30-Day Shred DVD where she admonishes the viewer that taking the stairs is “a false message of lethargy not doing you any favors”! This makes me laugh every time I hear it but it also made me work a little harder.  I quickly got in better shape, starting losing some extra fluff, and most importantly, I quickly felt better. I had more energy and I was motivated to clean up my diet. I felt more in balance.

Then June 1 rolled around. I had already downloaded the 5k Runner app to my iPhone and I realized I had to actually do what I was talking about (the parallels to writing are not lost on me!). One morning I put on my new Adidas, my Wisconsin T-shirt, a pair of cotton black leggings, plugged in some old earbuds, and away I went. I walked two minutes, ran one, and repeated that until the app told me I was done. It was a lot easier than I thought, especially since there was five minutes of walking on either end of those intervals. Beyond that, though, I didn’t feel like I was dying. Jillian probably is largely to thank for that. And what’s more, it felt like what I hoped it would feel like: not just good, but right.

The first four weeks of the app are pretty easy, actually, but the fifth week kicks it into gear. I admit I was intimidated. Can I run ten minutes straight? Twelve? FIFTEEN? I truly was unsure if I could do that. Scanning the upcoming weeks I was astounded how quickly I would be asked to run 20 minutes straight. I thought to myself, there is no way that I can run 30 minutes. But after doing 20 minutes with no trouble, I realized, okay, I can do this. But it’s going to be hard.

The final week arrived, and then the final day:  35 minutes straight. I used another app to track my distance and on a beautiful sunny day in August, I did it. I ran 35 minutes straight. I was aware of the time and I was tired at the end, but I never stopped once. What’s more, I covered 4.1 miles! A mile past 5k. I was so shocked when my phone revealed my results that I said something to the tune of “Holy *&#W($!” right then and there, on the sidewalk next to the gas station on Hwy 228.

Oops.

After that graduation day, I kept going. I signed up for my first 5k and as I ran for a minute longer, three minutes longer, adding incrementally, I loved it more and more. I looked forward to my runs. I would sometimes have trouble falling asleep, I looked forward to them so much. Isn’t that insane? I’m sure some might read that and think I am a nutjob, and I might not necessarily disagree. It fascinated me that I found myself so enamored with this activity that previously I had written off.

But I think I know why I grew to love it so much. I discovered the outdoors again, but this time, on my own. I love my dogs as if they are my own children, but it is wonderful to be outside exploring with nothing in my hands but the wind.

I am doing something incredibly simple. I have technology attached to me but otherwise I am not grading, reading, emailing, writing… I listen to my headphones and listen for cues but otherwise, I am just… running.

I am meditating. When I run, I don’t think about anything. Except running, actually. I think about my form, about the lyrics, about how far I have left, and the thoughts fill the time in ways that seem impossible. How did those last ten minutes pass?

For the first time I realized that I’m actually athletic. I am not destined to be an elite runner, but in a short amount of time I gained speed. I’ve always known I’m somewhat competitive, but I thought that related more to winning a rousing match of Word With Friends. Yet with running I started to pay attention to pace and time and mileage and every time I PR I feel a huge thrill. I proved to myself, to that awkward, leggy, skinny, gawky kid always picked last for team sports as a kid, that I could physically accomplish something.

I even ran two 5ks and ended up in second place for my age group both times! Neither races were big, and my first one was not an awesome time, but STILL. I hadn’t done anything competitive like that in decades. Truly, over twenty years had passed since I had been in that environment. It was and is exhilarating.

Right now, my IT band is bugging me, and I have some serious work to do to get my body mechanics in line to be a long-term runner (ever watched a video of yourself running? Egads). Many have suggested to me that at my age I should seek something lower impact.

But they are missing the point. In a few months I discovered another facet of myself. I discovered I love being outside even when it’s 40 degrees and my hands are freezing. I LOVE the feeling in my heart and my legs when it seems that I can just run forever. I love how my mind just empties and frees and 40 minutes pass without ever feeling a second, even when my body starts to slow and my heart is pounding. Who knew, after all this time?

I am a runner.

October 13th, 2012
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What I did on my summer vacation

Here in the Willamette Valley of Oregon, the rains are usually back by the end of September. Often August gets a few more clouds, keeping the mornings covered until they burn off. But not this summer. Until yesterday, we had bright sun nearly every day, and this was one of the driest summers on record.

I loved it! Our spring was lovely - lots of sunny weekends - and then summer days of about 80 degrees with bright blue skies? AMAZING. Earlier this week it was 75. It was a long stretch of gorgeousness and both my husband and I agree, it was our best summer yet. But yesterday the rains came, as they should, and it’s as if Mother Nature flipped one single switch to plant us firmly and suddenly into autumn.

I took a huge break from blogging, tweeting, and most social media when it came to promoting “Tina the writer” and of course, my novel, River in the Sea. I’m ready to come back but I want to do it differently (for a bit of explanation, read this post). I want to come back and talk about writing, surely, but also about whatever else it is that makes Tina, Tina. I enjoy blogging but have never been consistently good at it, and I think part of it is because I have always tried to follow the advice of making your content specific, having a brand. I don’t know why, but that just doesn’t work for me. I’m too eclectic, I think. And so maybe THAT is my brand. Whatever. I just want to write and interact!

So, here’s a picture review of what I did when I decided to drop off the face of the social media earth.

I became a runner - definitely more on that in future posts! I ran two 5ks and took second in my age group each time! Okay, they were small races, but still, I was a terrible athlete as a kid so I am proud!

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I SUP’d (stand-up paddleboarding) lakes and rivers and canals and can’t wait to get out on the water again:

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Turned this:

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into this (with hired help and a LOT of work by my hubby):

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Got my first pedicure (why did I wait? Yea, I am definitely getting more of these):

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Hung out with my dogs, with lots of walks and plenty of porch time listening to the birds sing:

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And oh yeah, I did a little writing:

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October 11th, 2012
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Tagged!

Woot! First post in a LONG time. TOO long. I hope to rectify that. And let’s start now.

The latest game for authors in the blogosphere is to tag each other for The Next Big Thing. Once tagged, an author answers a few questions, then tags other writers, with their permission.

Historical novelist Elizabeth Felt, author of Syncopation: A Memoir of Adèle Hugo, a novel about Victor Hugo’s daughter, tagged me. Elizabeth and I met via an author’s group via Facebook, and have much in common – we both teach at the university level, and Elizabeth lives in my home state, good old Wisconsin!

What is the working title of your book?

The Sleeping Fields

Where did the idea come from for the book?

It all started with the Twilight saga. I confess I read the entire series, and I must admit, it was a love-hate thing for me. I loved becoming obsessed with the books, but hated many of the overt and covert messages contained therein. I hated that it brought out the forlorn, pining-away-in-the-bedroom, wistful 13 year-old in me. And I’ll admit, I was never comfortable with Bella becoming a vampire at the end. I always thought that was a strange choice.

What genre does your book fall under?

Young adult, clearly. But definitely supernatural as well, although I’d say that element of my novel is not as strong as say, The Vampire Diaries.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Hmm…. That’s a tough one! My protagonist, Thea, is tall with short hair, which is not usually how young actresses appear in young adult-themed work. For my ghost – a 17 year-old boy named Ethan – I might need to do a little research. He’s a bit of an individual, with shark fins combed into his hair. But he carries them off, and he’s a bit of a heartthrob.

Correction, was.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Thea Dutch, unfortunately labeled as both the permanently new girl and Jesus freak at her school, thinks she finally found love – in the afterlife.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Well, both. I’m represented by a literary agent, but I’d like to pursue self-publishing while the novel is shopped around. It’s tough to wait years when the work can be put out there so much more quickly.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

First draft took about a year. During the academic school year, I wrote about 250-500 words a day, which is not much. But it adds up. This summer, I pumped out the pages. It’s at 424 right now, which is quite bloated. But hey, it’s a draft!

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

A Certain Slant of Light and oh god,Twilight.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

I’ve wanted to write young adult for a while. I have two teenaged stepdaughters, so I’ve witnessed them blossom into young adulthood, navigate so many challenges that come with growing up, from zits to learning how to be in a solid, mature relationship. I’ve also watched them choose and devour books. It made me construct a YA literature class at the university where I teach, and then prompted me to write a novel of my own.

While my last novel, River in the Sea, is historical, the protagonist is a 15 year-old girl. So I’m on stranger to telling the stories of young women coming-of-age.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Besides Thea and Ethan as the central characters, we also have a hippie, a preacher, a psychic, and two very cute boxer dogs. (Hmmm… I have two very cute boxer dogs! What a coincidence!)

I was tagged by:

Elizabeth Felt

I tag:

Kate Ristau


May 12th, 2012
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Existing into and right out of my life

Last fall, just after I released River, I spoke to a counselor of sorts and she said words to me that hit me like 10,000 tons of bricks: “You have to exist in your own life.” It was the most powerful statement of what I had been feeling and what I was craving for myself. Autonomy. Movement. Choice. Authenticity. Wanting to, for lack of a better set of words, to put myself OUT THERE and see what came back. This applied to me professionally, personally, as a writer, in too many ways to count.

When I spoke to this counselor, already I’d made some changes with my work and myself and clearly with writing. My ebook was live and I was about to release my paperback. I had been active on my campus and been trying to create more mental boundaries for myself with how I dealt with insecurity, stress, anxiety, goal-setting, etc.

But then this academic year (I swear, I live my life according to what quarter I’m in - summer, fall, winter, spring - and the week. Right now it’s Week 6 of term) I put myself into overdrive. I became even more active on campus in a way that is not typical for non-tenured individuals. I marketed the crap out of my book, especially using Twitter, and got involved with some promotions. I gave away over 21,000 digital copies of River and am now - squee! - up to 46 reviews on Amazon. I gave talks to local groups on writing and self-publishing and oh yea, I have been teaching four classes per term (3 is FT) for 2.5 years now and went up for promotion.

Since September my days have been a mix of teaching, office hours, meetings, various email/admin stuff, then home to eat, chat with the hubby, and then go the computer to participate in social media and marketing and churn out 250-500 words a day. Which isn’t much, but on top of everything else, it was something. Weekends were and are filled with more marketing, grading, and prepping. It’s an understatement to say that life has been incredibly busy. I’ve been called Superwoman as a joke and hell, I did buy myself a Wonder Woman wallet (don’t hate!). Work was and still is nonstop.

But it has been wonderful, largely. I was accomplishing things that I never thought were even possible. It’s not that suddenly I became a bestseller - I have sold about 1100 copies - or that I completed my WIP or I am in a totally different place professionally but in so many areas I made progress. I feel I’ve grown into myself and gained, more than anything, confidence in my abilities. At age 38, it feels really, really good.

Yet… There is always a yet. I think I existed so much in my own life that I started to exist right out of it, if that makes sense. Until three weeks ago, I hadn’t exercised more than walking the dogs in a year. And that’s something I’ve made part of my life since I was 15. I was gaining weight but moreover I wasn’t feeling good physically. Beyond my physical self, being so busy suddenly meant I couldn’t settle into a free hour and just … sit. Reading for pleasure? HA! Sewing just to relax, something I really enjoy, fell away. Sitting for a whole night with my husband, just talking or playing a game? Nope.

In late March and early April, at two separate events where I spoke about writing and work, etc., I was asked how I keep everything in balance. Both times the question stumped me for a second before the answer came tumbling out: “I don’t.” The second time I was asked I said honestly, “My life is not in balance. Not at all.”

It hit me all at once: I can’t keep up this pace. Some things I have to stay on task for - work, obviously. My other campus work is a big priority (and one of my goals is to find balance there). The one thing that I could take a break from realistically was my role as author.

So I did. I have barely tweeted, certainly haven’t blogged, hardly facebooked. I have written a tiny bit but nothing to speak of. Since spring term began I just… stopped. Stopped being an indie author and a writer with a WIP and instead I just focused on work and committee stuff and bought that damn 30 Day Shred DVD (Jillian Michaels may be my new hero) and got back to the sewing machine.

You know what? In many ways it’s been great. I am getting my fitness back, and suddenly, out of the blue, I want to take up running. Something about the simplicity of it - put on shoes, close the door behind you, and go - is hugely appealing. I’ve sewed two pairs of pants, a shirt, a dress, and am in the midst of another. I’ve read crafting blogs and stopped checking my sales every two minutes. I have gone days without a tweet.

But at the same time it’s also terrible. My sales have plummeted, I have no social media capital to speak of, and my WIP calls to me constantly. Shoot, even this blog post has been writing itself in my brain for weeks. I think of how much I should be doing and yet I can’t seem to get myself back into it. I know that is directly related to needing a break and needing some balance. Still it scares me a little bit. I have done this before - thought about writing, thought about possibilities, and turned away and done other things instead. Good, important things, stuff with family and my home and work. Things that are easy to use to convince yourself that writing isn’t important, which for me is essentially denying myself of my own soul.

I guess I’m saying is that even now I’m struggling to find balance. Writing books and publishing them are the #1 thing in all the world that I want for myself, and it both makes me angry and tearful that it’s the only real thing I can set aside. I admit I long for the time in my life when I can pare down work to a manageable level, when my crazy fixer-upper of a house is finished (which I haven’t mentioned before, but, um, yeah, that’s been six years too), when I don’t have five extra meetings per week - and all the extra work associated - on top of working OT, and when I can say book three and four and five will be out soon. When I can get up and market, write, take a run, do my dishes, grade a stack, and have the evening stretch out before me for - gasp - leisure. I know that’s a bit of a pipe dream, as life is always busy. There is always unfinished business. And I’m grateful for all that’s come my way.

What I’m certain it comes down to is that I’m ready to have the kind of life where writing is there every day and so is work, and together I am complete and full, not crazy. And where one day the writing is IT. I’m still a dreamer and a optimist, in fact more than ever.

And given what I’ve proven to myself that I can do, I believe that can happen. But for now, I think I’ll need a bit more time to just sit and breathe. Come summer, though, when the grading is finished and my paid work shifts (no summers off here, but I do work less), I promise you and myself one thing:

I’ll be back.

April 5th, 2012
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Three zeros

I’ve hit a milestone. I’ve sold over 1,000 books.

1,008, to be exact. But six of those were “bought” by yours truly as part of a B&N promotion and one was via Amazon. For no reason besides, what the hell. What happens when you buy your own book? Turns out, it downloads to your Kindle. And then you get a part of the sale back later in a royalty. Duh. At which you wonder what the point was…

I recently gave a seminar on self-publishing - which was GREAT fun, by the way - where I gave the attendees an inside look at my behind-the-scenes. I showed them my account pages for Create Space and KDP as well as my personal sales spreadsheet. When I showed them the PowerPoint slide with the total sales on it, many of them said, “Whoa.” Clearly they were impressed.*

And then I clicked on the mouse for the next line on the slide to show up, and it said, “But I just met someone who has sold 50,000.”

:-)

My point was, it’s relative. Sales are high or low or middle-of-the-road, depending on perspective. My perspective? 1,000 sales is GREAT. And hopefully it’s just the beginning.

I think what I feel now, more than ever, is that I like being an indie author. I’m not here to say everyone should follow this route, that it’s the only one. Lord knows it’s a lot of work. But now that I’m seven months out from releasing River in the Sea and gaining experience marketing and talking to others about the process, I realize just how comfortable I feel. How… settled. It’s a wonderful feeling, and hard to describe, really. But I feel less like I should defend myself or go into all the arguments about why it’s actually a great choice.

There are certainly writers who are still suspicious and frankly, dismissive of it. There are many who are still tied to the traditional model because it feels official, backed by tradition, and affirming. It feels like it can’t be real or true or GOOD if you make the decision to put your work out there yourself. Being successful in the traditional way makes you David against Goliath, and instead of slinging the fatal blow between the eyes, you become part of Goliath yourself. And I get that. Who wouldn’t want to feel that immense height and power?

I could go into a lot of different reasons why that height and power is no longer for me, how the real Goliath to shoot for is made up of readers, or even how it’s not all that awesome sauce to be part of that particular giant. Shoot, by self-publishing through Amazon I’m certainly feeding another kind of beast. So what, then, am I really trying to say?

I think it comes down to this. I have a book out in the world that I love. I loved writing it, editing it, formatting it… And I love that readers are responding to it. And I love that more readers are out there who might give it a go. I love that I made it to a number with three zeros and I love that I have a draft underway …

At the end of the day, I love writing. I love being a writer. And I love getting my book to readers. All 1,007** of them.

*I’m sure there are plenty of other indie authors who sell this in a week or a month (a day!). It’s cool if you’re not impressed. I wouldn’t be if I were you. But hey, I have to start somewhere. ;-)

**I’ve also given away over 21,000 FREE copies of my ebook to readers, but that’s another post for another day!

March 31st, 2012
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Great website for Kindle readers and authors!

Just a quickie post today! Check out Best Ebook Reader for news and promos on great ebooks as well as your Kindle. Their FB page has close to 34,000 fans, so it’s bound to be good stuff. :-)

March 26th, 2012
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Want to read an excerpt?

About 1500 words of Chapter Six from River in the Sea is live on the World Literary Cafe’s blog page! You can check it out here.

You can’t get anything past Chapter 3 from a free sample, so please enjoy. :-)

And, thanks to all those who commented on my last post. It means a lot to me, and I think both my parents had a great birthday.

March 20th, 2012
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Happy birthday, Mom!

I’ve been interviewed on several blogs now, and I’m almost always asked what it was like to write a novel based on my mother. It’s a good question, because it is not easy, even when the source material is as good as my mom. But since today is her 80th birthday, I thought I’d turn the tables and interview her!  We kept it short and sweet, but hopefully her personality shines through in such a way that you get a taste of the real Leen De Graaf, aka Linda Boscha.

My father also recently turned 80, on 2/22, an auspicious date if you go by numerology. To celebrate both their milestones, River in the Sea is FREE today and tomorrow (ebook version). Enjoy!

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Me: Well, mom, how does it feel to be 80 years old?

LB: To be honest, Tina, I don’t really feel any different than when I was younger. It’s just a number. I’m seldom sick, by the grace of God. Frankly, I feel the same every day.

Me: If you were to pick the age that you feel rather than the big 8-0, what would it be?

LB: Probably around 60. I do everything. I clean house, I go groceries, I’m out and about. Today I was outside checking over my flower beds and tomorrow I’m working in the garden and planting spring flowers. Really, I feel good!

Me: What are your goals going forward? For the next decade?

LB: When you get to be 80 you’re thankful that you get another day. So really I’m not thinking that much ahead, not even half a year. I take one day at a time and I’m grateful for that. I can’t get any healthier than what I feel right now. I guess you can say that at my age, I am more focused on living in the moment.

Me: What is it like to have a book out that is about you? To hear from people that they are reading a novel based on your teen life?

LB: I am not ashamed of who I am or who I was as a young woman, or what I did. I’m not a lady and I’m still a bit of a tomboy inside. I don’t think I ever was a lady! I just didn’t have time for that. Never dressed like that, shoot, I never wear a dress anymore. As soon as pants came out those days were over for me. Everybody wears pants now! Even to church. I say, what’s wrong with a nice jacket and a blouse? Boy is that a lot of different from when we grew up.

As a kid and a young woman I worked like a dog. I came out of a nest of eight kids. I’m very grateful that I had the kind of family I did. My father and mother were wonderful people. During the war my mom made me bring me food to all kinds of old people who had next to nothing – nothing at all, really – to eat, and through that, I learned how to give.

When you come from such a big family, the parents don’t have much time to spend with each kid one-on-one, so we relied on brothers and sisters. I was very close to my oldest brother. He took care of me when I was little, as a teenager. I was with him every day peddling potatoes. He would stop and buy me something to drink.

Me: When you first got the book, was it hard to sit down and read it, knowing it was about you?

LB: No, I can’t say that it was. To be honest with you that was one of the better things that happened to me! I’m very impressed that my daughter paid attention to what mama went through and wrote a book. I mean that from the bottom of my heart!

I am very pleased and very honored that you know so much about me, and did so much work to put it into a book. As a mother, you can’t beat that. And hey, the pastor of our church read it and thinks it’s a good book, so I can’t be all that bad.

(Note from Tina: My dad read the book first and finally, a few months later, she read it. So it did take some prodding! But now that she has read it, she is absolutely my biggest fan. Here’s a recent note from her on my Facebook page about this freebie, copied and pasted:

“Tina Honey ,How nice of you to Honer mine Birthday like that„ and i love you for that beside i ALWAYS love you no matter what „you are mine FAMKE „ Mommy”)

:-)

Me: I can’t imagine how hard it was to live through a war of such magnitude.

LB: In some ways we didn’t now any better. I was eight when the war started, so I hardly knew anything else.  But of course, it was hard. We were scared every day. You never knew when soldiers were going to be at your door.

Me: Let’s get to brass tacks. What are you doing to celebrate eighty years on this planet?

LB: We are going out for dinner, and I wish you and all my kids were here. (Are you coming out to Wisconsin this summer?) But as for dinner, we’re going to the Texas Roadhouse! Your father is taking a group of us out. Otherwise it’s just an ordinary day. But being 80 - I never thought I’d get that old. I should tell you though, last Sunday there was birthday cake in church, where the whole congregation sang happy birthday to both me and Dad! It sounded like a hymn. It was awesome!

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I would absolutely love it if you, the reader, would leave a comment wishing both my mom and dad a happy 80th. I love them both dearly.

March 18th, 2012
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I’m baaack.

I can’t resist starting this entry by writing, “Tap. Tap. Is this thing still on?”

I know, hokey. Been done so many times before. But it’s fitting, because let’s face it, it’s been a while.

I talk (complain, really) a lot of being busy. I know a lot of folks are busy, and also a lot of folks say they are and aren’t. And no matter what your situation, complainers in general are annoying. I will try to keep this short and say that I have been crazy busy with work beyond just teaching, and while it’s been insane, it’s also been very good. I need a break and I need to get back to writing, and while I don’t know if I ever have had so much to do in all of my life, I’m also quite happy and sated. A year ago, oof - I would’ve bellyached and been generally a Debbie Downer. So no complaining here, just a big smile and a hope for a “welcome back.”

Lots of things to write about - pricing, KDP Select, personal self-growth, ideas for new books, the ten minutes my husband and I spent buying a new house before realizing there is no way we can sell our current one without losing our shirts… And hello, The Hunger Games is coming out on Friday and I’m rereading the book and shoot, it is THAT good.

But just for now, I’m back, saying hi, and also, watch out here for a big announcement on Wednesday. Hopefully two announcements, depending on how things go…

How’s that for a return? Is crypticism a word? (Nope.) :-)

February 14th, 2012
tinaboscha

Yep. I’ve gone and done it.

After saying I wouldn’t - on Twitter, no less; that is pretty public in the indie writing world - I drank the Kool-aid and signed up for KDP Select. My book has been exclusive on Amazon for a while now, but tomorrow and Thursday, February 15 & 16, the ebook version of River in the Sea will be free.

Free. Absolutely no cost. To anyone who downloads it off Amazon.

I could write much more on it, but hey, let’s face it. You’ve already clicked away.

If you’re still here, feel free to spread the word. And, happy reading!

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@TinaBoscha

New indie author of River in the Sea (http://amzn.to/n9QZLi), intermediate sewist, damn good knitter. Wife and stepmother. One day will write a book on the latter called The Red-Headed Stepmother, but will have to dye my hair red first.