Beth Williamson’s Blog

Ah, me, I’ve been busily plotting book 4 of the Malloy family series, The Treasure. I had a basic idea of what I wanted it to be, but hadn’t done the complete end to end plot yet.

Some writers are “pansters” - meaning they write from the seat of their pants. No plotting.

Some writers are “plotters” - meaning they MUST write from a plot or they can’t write.

I am probably half and half. I usually plot out an entire story, but as I write it, along the way it takes its own path. The story directs itself and I listen to the characters (oh, crap, now I’ve told you I hear voices) . I mean, some characters are more passionate than others so the sex is MUCH hotter. For others it’s a life changing experience.

I’m off to do research on opium addiction in the 19th century. Look out because the villian is a woman and she’s got a monkey on her back.

I was surprised to find this review today on the front page of the eCataromance site. This is a new one for The Prize, kindly reviewed by MissJax:

“The Prize by Beth Williamson is a sweet and hot story of healing, love and the future. Rather than write a typical historical of man conquers woman, Ms. Williamson shows Jack’s vulnerability as well. His connection to Rebecca is strong and he remains the consummate hero in his desire to be there for Rebecca. Rebecca displays a sweet innocence and strength, despite her past and works to remind Jack of the beauty in the world. Life in the West is hard during storms, blizzards and limited resources, but Ms. Williamson gives us a tale of how love can conquer all things. Combined with her scorching love scenes and great characterization, this is truly a keeper for those who love historical romances. “

This is a really nice review to brighten my crappy Monday.

Damn, is it Monday already? I feel like the weekend just went by like a speeding train that I forgot to get on.

I use my “whip” to get my kids up for school (boys, ages 13 and 9) since they’re in year round they started two weeks ago, and then drag my own ass around trying to focus. I keep wondering what DH is going to do next year when I go to RT for a week. How is he going to handle getting both of up, making sure they get ready and get them both to school/bus stop? The mind boggles.

I need some coffee. I. need. caffeine. Bad addiction I know, but I guess it’s better than cigarettes (gave them up 14 years ago). Traded one for t’ other. Ah, me, we won’t get into my other addiction/obsession… cowboys. You’d be stuck here for hours.

Try not to think of it as Monday. Think of it as the day before Tuesday.

Okay, I was waiting for them to call, but they always manage to surprise us anyway. My husband’s brothers live in CT and vacation in Myrtle Beach, SC. They have stopped on the way down before, and now they’re going to stop on the way back (we live in central NC).
Sigh… we expected them yesterday. They just called and say “hey, mind if we stop by?” Well, there are a total of seven of them including kids, plus the four of us. That makes eleven people! DH doesn’t ask if they’re going to be here for a meal so I don’t know if I’m cooking or finding my ass with both hands! :shock:
Here I sit, trying to get my online stuff done and try not to think about scrambling to clean my house (that’s what kids are for right?).
It’s a Sunday scramble all right. DH is so excited to see his brothers so I can’t rant too much. He only sees them one or two times a year. And they’re Italian. And loud. You probably won’t see much of me after 1 p.m. today.

I can’t believe I actually got myself a blog. So, what am I setting myself up for? Regular brain dumps I think. Which is okay, because my brain dumps on me all the time. I’m still feeling my way around this blogging software so forgive all my snarky boo-boos and concentrate on the fact that I actually made a SQL database on my website and installed this software successfully. Ah, me. Uber-geek.