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Cranking (Toddler) Tunes

By Bethany Maines

Many things change after having a baby.  And I have to say that one of the things that
I’m the most sad to see change is the amount of music I listen to.  Baby nap times seem to encompass the whole
dang day! I used to have iTunes running almost constantly.  Not that it wasn’t a battle with my husband
over what to listen to.  No, I don’t want
more Phish.  And there’s only so much
hip-hop and Grateful Dead I can listen to before going insane. (Yes, my husband
is a hippy with a secret love of 90’s R&B. 
He compensates for this deficiency by being ruggedly handsome and having
the miraculous ability to open jars and kill countless spiders.)  
The interesting thing is that, aside from the
specific bands, where my husband I deviate in our musical tastes is an actual
love of music.  He loves music.  Phish, Dave Matthews, the Allman Brothers,
and the Grateful Dead all have one thing common.  OK, take a toke and make that two things –
they’re jam bands.  I hate jam
bands.  It’s just giant swaths of useless
music that take away from the important thing – the lyrics.  I love the words. (Surprised?  Probably not.)  For me, music is like poetry with half the
pretentiousness and way more shake-your-bootiliciousness.  And I like to play it ALL the time
particularly when I’m working.  I find
that music helps put me in the zone for writing and for design.  
But with an in-home office and a baby, it’s
become a lot more difficult to crank the tunes through the work day.  I was excited when the baby hit two and it
became easier to send her to daycare/babysitting and there’s only one nap to
contend with, but it has also meant that she’s tons more verbal.  With a toddler in the house, I don’t feel quite so comfortable
cranking up a few of the songs I love, like Don’t Shoot Me Santa by The Killers.  I am
perfectly prepared to explain that boys have a penis and some people are in
wheelchairs and sometimes boys marry boys and girls marry girls.  But… I am not at all prepared to explain why
Santa is shooting that guy in the song.  I’m
pretty sure I see headphones in my future.
Bethany Maines is the author of the Carrie
Mae Mysteries
, Wild Waters, Tales
from the City of Destiny
and An
Unseen Current
You can also view the Carrie Mae youtube video
or catch up with her on Twitter and Facebook.

My Toddler Works for James Patterson

by Bethany Maines
My dad says he invented the skateboard.
He says that he had never before seen or heard of a
skateboard when he put a plank on skate wheels. Of course, his invention went
no further than a backyard of summer fun, but he still likes to claim his
invention when some youth sails by on a long board. 
Well, now I feel his pain. 
James Patterson, Mr. Prolific himself, is in the process of releasing
what he’s calling “Book Shots” — novella length works, penned with co-authors, that
cost less than five dollars. 
You have no idea how annoyed this makes me.
Because it was MY idea. 
This month I’m releasing Wild Waters, a novella length paranormal romance
(sex scenes!) story.  The genre is
outside of my usual brand, but I thought the structure and topic were
interesting (reporters, SEALs, Vietnam!). I also thought my readers might enjoy
something at a lower price point, but in my style of writing.  I examined the options.  I had the thoughts.  I came up with the plan. 

And then James Patterson stole it out of my brain!  How dare he use his larger amounts of money,
time and fame to launch my idea!  It
makes me want to march right over to his house and give him a toddler.  Let’s see how fast he can type then.  Toddlers should be like weights for
jockeys.  If Vegas gambled on writer’s
turning in manuscripts on time, I’m sure that they would have developed some
sort of toddler distribution system by now.  Fortunately, for Mr. Patterson and for me,
there’s plenty of room in this world for novella’s and writers of all kinds,
with or without toddlers. Good luck to
both of us with our tiny books.


WILD WATERS (with Sienna Lance)
His duty. Her secrets. The mission that brings them together will tear them apart.

In the steamy jungle of 1960’s era Vietnam, when a team of Navy SEALs are brought together with a pair of reporters, no one is prepared for the explosive secrets their encounter will reveal. Lt. Ben Kolley, former WWII frogman, leads one of the first teams of Navy SEALs in 1968 Vietnam. His wild pack of soldiers have earned their reputations as “green ghosts” on the Mekong River and none is more elusive than Catch, the point-man with an uncanny sense of the water. The reporters, a bumbling drunken writer, and Kahele, a female photographer with a sharp mind, dark eyes, and an even darker secret are the first allowed to interview a SEAL team and both are intent on nailing their assignment. But neither Kahele or Catch are prepared to discover an attraction for each other that’s like nothing they’ve ever experienced. Soon, Catch is breaking all the rules to be with her, and Kahele finds herself entangled by a passion she’s never felt before. But for Ben, Kahele dredges up horrifying memories of an old mission – one where not all of his team returned. Can Kahele be trusted or is she the monster Ben fears? The clock is ticking, and soon all their lives may depend on Ben’s decisions. SEALs believe they can survive anything, but can they survive the truth?