Readers, I first met
Rebeca at the fourth American Christian Fiction Writers conference that was in Nashville , Tennessee .
I had emailed a need to the ACFW loop prior to the conference. I needed to go
to a Walmart (my husband worked for Walmart in Texas ) to buy some candy for the book
signing at the conference. Rebeca offered to take me. Little did I know just
how far the closest Walmart was from the hotel where the conference was held.
During that long ride to and from the store, I came to be delighted with
knowing Rebeca.
Bio: An
award-winning novelist and President of the first public relations firm
dedicated to representing entertainment created from a Christian worldview,
Rebeca has worked with various national media outlets, including The Today
Show, USA Today, National Public Radio, Southern Living, Good Housekeeping,
Real Simple, and Good Morning America. She is recognized for her groundbreaking
research into the behaviors of Christian consumers as well as development of
public relations standards specific to creators of values-driven,
entertainment-oriented products. She also co-chairs the non-profit SON: Spirit
Of Naples, which equips and encourages Christians creating mainstream,
commercially-viable media content.
Welcome back, Rebeca.
Why do you write the kind of books you do?
Two reasons: (a) I’m a fan and (b) the voices in my head
speak in this genre. Ha! Seriously, contemporary women’s fiction is my favorite
genre to read, so it’s the one I’ve spent the most time enjoying studying. If I
wanted to write historical, I’d read historicals. If I wanted to write
thrillers, I’d read thrillers. I do read those genres and more, but the ones
that I gravitate to for pure pleasure are contemporary women’s. The second
reason is because the characters, who pop up in my imagination’s eye, are
walking around in the world of this era.
Besides when you came
to know the Lord, what is the happiest day in your life?
The day I voluntarily kissed my husband for the first time.
We’d been married for seven years and enjoyed the bliss of becoming parents
twice (a son, then a daughter). I had a lot of warped and damaged parts to my
sexuality from years of mistreatment prior to our marriage. While we had an
active, um, married life, I had never kissed him first. Having experienced the
danger and pain of awakened sexuality, I’d long-ago decided to simply let it
go. The thought of initiating something like a kiss was as far removed from my
daily thoughts as how to spend a billion dollars.
I’d spent about a year (with help) working hard to uncover,
handle, and heal from my past when I happened to walk through our breakfast
room and see Charlie standing at the stove in the kitchen. Love—for his
patience and grace toward me during this process—just overwhelmed me. I want to kiss him, I thought. It
shocked me, this wanting of a physical overflow of my mental emotion. Before
any of my past could rise up and talk me out of it, I walked straight to him
and stopped. He looked up and smiled a smile that went all the way to his
sparkling green eyes. “Yes?” he asked. And I reached up and kissed him.
Freedom.
How has being
published changed your life?
Knowing that my words will be seen by others both forces and
frees me to think more, to marvel more, to consider more. When characters speak
or storylines unfold, the reactions of others to those scenes play into my
consideration of whether to keep the words or trash them. Will readers believe
this? If not, why not? Is it important that they believe this? Why do I think
so? There is also the fear of revealing myself past the point of my own
journal. Much of my emotion, thought, and belief go into my stories and that
personalization of the process can make for a very bruising time when reviewers
and readers aren’t delighted with the product. I find myself vacillating
between, “I’m a writer and that’s the story, so there,” to “I’m a writer and
have a responsibility to the reader.”
That’s why I don’t
read many reviews of my work. What are you reading right now?
Oh goodness, this list could go on for a while! Let’s see –
1) I’ve begun a book on the history of southwest Florida so that I can
better understand my new hometown and the setting for my current series
2) I’ve re-started my read of The Rock That Is Higher by Madeleine L’Engle to connect again with
a brilliant, faith-filled, female writer of fiction
3) I’m always in the midst of a re-read of a Jennifer Crusie
novel—the current one is Charlie All
Night. I study her writing as she’s a master with character, dialogue, and
plot development.
I recently finished The
Rosie Project (really fun contemporary) and The Road to Testament (very nice southern story) and 30 Days Hath Revenge (interesting
thriller) and The Sinner’s Garden (well-done
contemporary Christian fiction)
4) I’m nearly finished with this month’s issues of Christianity Today and More Magazine, just started the new
issue of Discover last night
5) Every morning starts with a read of the Naples Daily News
6) I read a TV pilot script this morning and am halfway thru
the feature film script I need to finish by tomorrow
7) Am about 1/3 of the way through a manuscript I’m editing
for another writer
8) And, most nights find me reading Giraffes Can’t Dance or Push
the Button or Tap the Magic Tree or
something similar to my daughter before bed. Occasionally, my son then lets me
take over his dad’s spot in the rocker in his bedroom and read a portion of one
of his I Survived books (though he says his dad has a better reading voice – I
agree!).
What is your current
work in progress?
I’m writing Second
Glance, the sequel to First Blush.
What would be your
dream vacation?
A 2-month tour of Europe
with my husband, children, and a trustworthy nanny.
How do you choose
your settings for each book?
Oh no. I’m supposed to choose? Shoot. Well, um, I’m out. J
Seriously, the characters I’ve written about are women who just show up in my
mind. They’re always walking when they show up, sometimes talking. For First
Blush, it was Elizabeth Bakersfield walking down a sidewalk that I
recognized here in Naples .
So, poof, setting chosen.
If you could spend an
evening with one person who is currently alive, who would it be and why?
This answer would change depending on when you asked me. At
the moment, I’d choose Darren Aronofksy – writer/director of the movie Noah. I’ve read interviews he gave and
am intrigued by his creative process, by how he approaches his quest to grow
faith and find truth. I’m attracted to people who like to contemplate,
especially over a long meal, and who do so from a motivation of wonder. There
is freedom in knowing at the outset that we may not find the answer or even
agreement this night, but we can continue on the journey toward it by accepting
an unfettered, honest contemplation of thought.
What are your
hobbies, besides writing and reading?
Thinking. Can thinking be a hobby? I hope so. It is a
delight to simply sit and think over ideas, emotions, reactions,
considerations. I also like to ruminate while accomplishing something, so running
(I’m in training for a half-marathon) is another hobby.
What is your most
difficult writing obstacle, and how do you overcome it?
To date, my biggest challenge has been carving out time to
write. I’m Owner and President of Glass Road Media and Management and CEO of
SON: Spirit Of Naples. That doesn’t leave time in the workday for writing,
really. Afternoons and evenings are eaten up by being a wife and mom and
daughter-in-law and PTO member and church-goer and neighbor and friend and all
those relationships that make for a rich life. When I had a TIA (micro-stroke)
in November 2012, I realized my life needed more simplicity and less work. It’s
been a year-and-a-half process, but 2014 is beginning to see the fruit of those
efforts to pare down. That, in turn, allows room for my mind to wander—and when
it wanders, stories are born.
What advice would you
give to a beginning author?
Hmm. My advice is mainly driven by my experience owning and
running Glass Road Media. Our sweet spot is helping authors in the beginning.
That advice is this: Calm down. When I teach at writers conferences or read
emails from new authors, there is an underlying current of borderline hysteria
that runs throughout. They give me the sense of people feeling pressure—to find
an agent, to get published, to figure it out, to build a platform, to learn
social media, to get it done, to land on a bestsellers list, to arrive, etc. I
understand. I’ve felt it, too. There is such peaceful freedom, though, in the
reminder to seek first the kingdom
of God and know that all
things will be added to you. Answering a calling doesn’t mean you achieve the
vision tomorrow. It means you make a choice today to take one step. Tomorrow is
tomorrow and comes with its own steps. I have to remind myself of that
sometimes, too, so I guess I’m writing these words to myself even as I type
them to beginning authors!
Tell us about the
featured book.
First Blush is my foray back into writing after a five-year
hiatus. It’s the firstfruits of my efforts to pare down and allow my writer
self to live and breathe again. Our heroine, Elizabeth Bakersfield, is a
30-year-old woman living in Naples ,
Florida , who doesn’t quite have
anything figured out. Her husband left with a Miami Dolphins cheerleader, her
career is non-existent, her rent is due, and she has yet to master the art of being a Bakersfield (of those Bakersfields)
in this town. She accepts a job at Ganderley’s—effectively putting her in
charge of millions of dollars of antiques that are loaned out like a high-falutin’
library—and promptly lands in a social scandal that would have her mother
disowning her faster than a Lamborghini can hurtle down the Tamiami Trail. Good
thing there’s a good-looking Brit to help out.
Please give us the
first page of the book.
“But why?”
I heard the NYC din of horns and traffic in the background.
“Marcy Bedelmeier, are you walking to work again? Your feet are going to cramp
by lunchtime.” I could just see her pounding the pavement in four-inch heels
that would bring her into the “average” height category.
“Cabs are expensive,”
my best friend defended.
“Which is why God made subways.”
“God made feet. The other guy made subways and he maintains
his reign of the domain to this day.”
I pulled into the parking lot of Ganderley’s. “Another
reason for you to come to Florida .
No subways here.”
“Don’t get sidetracked. Why did your mother borrow from
Ganderley’s?”
This was a good question. My mother – Mrs. James D.
Bakersfield IV of the Bakersfield
fortune – could buy anything she wanted for her various parties and functions.
Why she’d borrowed this particular vase made zero sense to me. I’d asked for a
reason as she watched Mildred, the house manager, wrap it in bubblewrap – for
the ride, dear – but no reason had been forthcoming.
“Beats me.” I glanced at the safety-belted vase in the
passenger seat and tried to remember other reasons for various odd items
arriving in our home over the years. “Maybe the roses on it perfectly matched
the arrangements she ordered. Maybe some long-lost cousin brought it over from England . Maybe
it was the exact 8.25 inches she needed for the lily stems.”
“Rich people are weird.”
“And then they die.”
“And leave all that money to the next generation of
weirdness.”
“We’re going to be such fun old ladies.” I parked the jeep
and turned it off. Checked my hair in the mirror. Yep, still brown. Still
curly. Still a mess. “You at work yet?”
“Nearly. You found work yet?”
“Still looking.” Finding a job is difficult when your mother
requires that it meet her societal standards and you don’t hold a doctorate in
anything and your MRS degree went out the door with a trampy little redheaded
cheerleader. I’d be happy making pizzas somewhere, but that would not sit well
with Mrs. Bakersfield. For some reason, I still care about keeping Mrs.
Bakersfield happy. Honor thy mother and father, I suppose.
Honoring parents was getting very close to bidding parents adieu.
My landlord won’t care about Mother’s standards if I don’t bring him the rent
that’s due in two weeks.
“Okay, I’m here,” I told Marcy. “Call ya later?”
“Wave to the beach for me.”
I dropped the phone into the cup holder. It needed to charge
because, yet again, I’d forgotten to plug it in before falling into bed. I
unbuckled the vase and hefted it into my lap. “You’re coming with me, kid.”
A warm, salty breeze swept little stray leaves around my
sandals as I walked to the front door.
Ganderley’s is an odd duck in the odder town of Naples , Florida .
We are the only city in the world with two Ritz-Carltons and two
Waldorf-Astorias (though one of the Waldorfs was just bought). We have more
golf holes per person than any other town. And there is a non-profit for every
cause you can think of. Wanna save animals? We’ve got it. Save children? Yep.
Save babies, women, breasts, prostates, beach, seagrass, turtles, eyes,
heritage…you name it, there’s a group here working to take care of it. Our
snowbirds have their Maseratis and Porsches shipped down in November and
December, join up with them mostly in January, and enjoy the sun, sand, and
warm breezes through Easter. During those four months, there are fundraisers
and parties almost every single night. Lately, the events had started creeping
into November and December, too.
In the midst of all this nuttiness is Ganderley’s. It
started when two sisters’ husbands went to the Big Guy in the Sky within a
month of each other, leaving their dearly beloveds with eight houses, two
yachts, enough vehicles to start a car lot, thousands upon thousands of books,
and more antiques than the Road Show could cover in a decade of episodes.
Esther and Elva Ganderley, having already helped most of the causes in town,
decided to share the wealth.
Literally.
Fifteen years later, Esther and Elva are getting on in age
and enjoy having the town’s Who’s Who (or their help/kids) come see them to
borrow books, cars, antiques – whatever is wanted or needed. It’s like a
library on steroids. See something you like? Borrow it. Bring it back in two
weeks.
I climbed the wide, easy steps to their front porch and
opened the massive teak door.
How can readers find
you on the Internet?
I blog (infrequently – more so since a post went viral
and the media circus hit) at www.rebecaseitz.com. I write about my half-marathon training journey at www.rebecaruns.com. Thank you, Rebeca, for sharing this new book with us.
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