B E C K Y . M O O R E

every story deserves a happy ending

Leave a comment

It’s Great to Travel, but it’s Great to Come Home, too

day1_16 (Large)Hey y’all!

It’s been a busy couple of months, between my horrible concussion in July, the holidays, then a last-minute trip to Grand Cayman with my husband in January … and spring break with our 15 year old last week to Belize. Oh, my, I could totally live in Belize. For real. But I’m finally feeling like my mind is back in the right place, my concentration is mostly back to normal, and the stories in my mind are begging to be told. All in all, it’s a great place to be.

I thought you might like to see some of the images from my trip to Belize. If you’re interested in the full stories, and the captions to give you a sense of story and place, go to my other blog … my secret squirrel Clark Kent blog …
The Doctor is IN.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.


Crazy voicemails

I love Google voicemail transcriptions. We’ve got them set on our phones to transcribe and texts the content to us in a message. And man, oh man, does it hit the spot every now and then.

My son’s in the ninth grade, and runs on his high school track team. He’s a sprinter, and they’re finishing up “indoor” winter track this week and will transition to spring “outdoor” track next week. He’s fast … he runs the 200m in about 23 seconds. This week he’s been placing in the top third, with the upper classmen and classwomen, which both makes me beam with pride and groan in pain at the workout his legs and lungs get. But his big treat after workouts: a tall glass of lowfat chocolate milk. It’s got just the right amount of potassium to help with aches and pains, and the calcium’s good for his 14-year-old bones.

Today we needed to stop at the Teet (read: Harris Teeter) for more milk, so we went ahead and got everything on the grocery list. I asked the mini me to text my husband to let him know he could just come straight home after working out at the Y, rather than swinging by the grocery. He said, “I’m going to send dad a text this way,” and spoke it out loud to Siri, trusting she’d translate and send it correctly.

Here’s what was actually sent:



Old School Thursday | Hip Hop

Got an e-mail this morning from the NC Symphony letting me know that
Boyz II Men will be appearing with them next weekend. We can’t make it, but it’s put me in the old school mood. Her are some of my favorites:

  1. Candy Girl by New Edition
  2. Jam On It by Newcleus
  3. Rappers Delight by the Sugar Hill Gang
    (you should hear my husband rap this … full of the awesome!)
  4. Double Dutch Bus by Frankie Smith
  5. Pump Up the Volume by M.A.R.S.
  6. Take Your Time (Do it Right) by S.O.S. Band
  7. Supersonic by JJ Fad
  8. Early in the Morning by The Gap Band
  9. Push It by Salt-n-Pepa
    (we’ve been listening to this in my Boot Camp, which makes it much more fun while the exercise is kicking my ass)
  10. Planet Rock by Afrika Bambaataa & Soul Sonic Force
  11. Apache (Jump on It) by the Sugar Hill Gang
  12. Fantastic Voyage by Coolio
  13. Humpty Dance by Digital Underground
    (saw them in concert once, and had to take my friend to the hospital after a stage dive gone bad)
  14. Takes Two by Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock
  15. Good Vibrations by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
    (now, what kind of romance author would I be if I didn’t include MM in his little manties)

Got any favorite hip songs from back in the day?

Leave a comment

Everybody Needs A Do-Over Now and Again

“Opinions are like assholes; everybody has one.”

It’s a common colloquialism, and one of the facts of being an author. Where one reader might absolutely love a story, another reader may have trouble making the story or the characters jibe. And more often than not, the negative reactions are the ones that make it onto Amazon or Goodreads. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, and all that.

But every now and then a good review or happy reader touches base and wipes out all semblances of irritation or disappointment over sourpusses. As an author, you put on your big girl panties and move on to your next story, and focus on your own ideas.

Last night, as we were standing in the garden admiring how nice our zoysia sod looks (laying two tons of sod ourselves nearly killed us), my mister made a brilliant observation in our front yard: even nature needs a do-over every now and again.

He pointed on the driveway to a messy array of moss, pine needles and small twigs, then up to a truly sad looking nest. “I’ve been watching the Cardinals work on this for the last week,” he said, shaking his head and grinning. “These have got to be the stupidest birds I’ve ever seen, but they sure are persistent.”

It seems the birds chose an overly slim set of branches for the nest, and the bottom sags down about eight or ten inches below the lip … they keep trying to stitch it together better but just when it seems it might stay, a swift wind or rain comes along and breaks it up again. And despite their only tools being beaks and claws, they keep trying.

Persistence. Now that’s concept I can get behind. Persistence pays off in the end. Whether you’re a new author trying to break into the big game, or an architecturally-challenged Cardinal … Keep trying, and your persistence will pay off in the end.