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Holy Wow

March 31

So, I just got the “This is Not a Bill” statement from the hospital, which gives a breakdown of how much their tests cost.  The MRI cost my insurance company $1470.00.  That’s about $50 for every minute I spent in there.  Wow.  On top of the x-ray fee, which was about $150, and the doctor who did the x-ray in order to inject me (not the radiologist, another guy) was $319.  The funniest thing about all this, was the stuff they injected me with, the anesthetic and the dye, were $7.25 and $5.00 respectively.  With all those high fees, you’d think they’d charge something ridiculous for those as well.  LOL

~~Becka

RIDE THE LIGHTNING Has a Cover!

March 26

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Check out the gorgeous new cover I just got from Cobblestone Press!  I love it.  This book just completed it’s third round edits and my editor sent it in, ready to be published.  Now that it’s edited and I have a cover, I’m just waiting on a release date.  I’ll keep you updated.  But wow, everything’s moving so fast, eh?  Almost like….LIGHTNING!

Ka-chow!

Okay, lame, I know.  :P

~~Becka

Life, the Universe and Everything

March 20

Life has a funny way of bringing you down, then bouncing you right back up.  I’ve had a string of both rejections and sales recently, the most recent being the rejection of both THE FALL OF JERICHO and RENEGADE at Carina Press.  While I’m disappointed they don’t like my westerns, I have resolved to sell these two stories, as they happen to be two of my favorites.  (Don’t authors say that about every book they write? lol)

Anyhow, undaunted, I’ve decided to send them both on to Samhain Publishing.  However, my editor is currently slammed with submissions, so she can only do one at a time.  She has JERICHO right now, so RENEGADE will have to cool its boot heels a little while longer.  Don’t worry, intrepid western fans, the book is worth the wait.  :)

Submitting a book is kind of like throwing magnets at a fridge and seeing which one sticks.  However, I’ve never been one to submit a book at more than one house at the same time.  I guess it just kinda rubs me the wrong way to tell one interested publisher that you’re going with the other guy.  So I torture myself by waiting to see what one publisher has to say before resetting the submission clock.

However, if these rejections have gotten me down, a few positive notes have brought me right back up again.  First of all, I got my first round edits on both RIDE THE LIGHTNING and MARK OF THE B*E*A*S*T*.  Both editors said they really liked the stories, but my editor for MotB said she loved the book and could hardly put it down.  Authors LOVE it when the ol’ ego is stroked.  Heh.

My other editor for RtL gave me a great idea for the ending, which I won’t spoil for you, but kind of brings a clash of future meets past in ideology (since it’s a time travel).  That was unexpected, but I loved it, so I added it in.

Also, a couple of my readers have told me out of the blue that they read, and loved, HIGH NOON, my one and only western (currently) at Samhain.  (Thank you Cindy and Kathy!!)

Through all of this hoopla, I have noticed a new trend with eBook pirates.  They’ve found me.  I’ve hidden from them for years, not finding any of my books on the premiere sites, until a few months ago, it was like the Becka Big Bang, and suddenly everyone was pirating my books.  However, since this amazing, disturbing discovery, I’ve noticed my sales have noticeably been on the rise.  Are these two events related?  Probably.  If a reader reads one book for free and really likes it, sure, they can go back for more freebies with the pirates, or sometimes, they can choose to support the author they’ve pirated.

I’m not advocating eBook piracy here, but I’m choosing to look for the silver lining.  If any of my new readers have found me through nefarious means, all I ask is for you to spread the love and get me more readers.  Support a scrounging author!  LOL   Hey, I love me some hot pirates, but even those pirates, at the end of the book, end up buying the cow, even though they probably already got the milk for free… Heheh

So with this grand turn of events, my many rejections, my few acquisitions, I have made a decision.  I’ve told you about my five year goal – from five years ago – and I tried this year, I really did, to break into the big leagues.  But it seems as if the universe at large is telling me “NO!”  Therefore, I will let go of that dream and concentrate all my will and determination to become the Best Damn eBook Author Ever (or at least the most prolific) and try my hardest to become a Big Fish in this eBook pond. (Which won’t be a pond forever, and is even now probably a lake.  With an outlet to the ocean.)  But until the day when everyone is reading eBooks, I want to build my audience, get people to know and recognize my name in eBook romance, and become more than just a “run-of-the-mill eBook author”.

I’ll be THE Rebecca Goings.  And I’ll be kicking some ass.

~~Becka, who thanks the many editors over the years who’ve rejected her stories, for those rejections have now strengthened her resolve to become a force to be reckoned with in the eBook world.

My MRI Arthyoukiddingme?!?

March 17

So, today was The Day.  I had my MRI Arthrogram to find out WTH is wrong with my left wrist.  I won’t have the official results until I talk to and/or see my doctor, but what I went through was very fascinating, so I thought I’d share.

First, I went into the x-ray room.  They needed to x-ray my wrist because a doctor needed to see exactly which joint he was going to inject the dye into (since the wrist has 8 little bones, every place the bones touch each other is called a joint.  He needed to know which space, or compartment to inject, and he needed to see the bones to do it.)  He did this with a cool machine that pulled out over my belly (I was lying on my back) and was a “real time” x-ray.  Meaning, hi, this gadget is taking a pic of your hand in real time, they don’t run to leave the room and push a button.  It was kind of like the x-ray machine at the airport, but you could see exactly what he was doing in there on the screen.  Very interesting.

The doc first injected me with a local anesthetic, so I didn’t feel the needle piercing into the soft tissues of the joint.  (Oh the drama).  Next, he watched the x-ray screen to make sure he was getting the right spot.  Once he was there, the fluid felt like it was inflating my hand like a balloon.  Very odd feeling.  Afterward, they took me to the actual MRI area where I was asked many times, “No earrings?  No keys in your pockets?  Did you take your bra off?  No barrettes?  No pacemakers?  No keys in your pockets?  No phones?  No jewelry?  No keys in your pockets?”  I understand, and I actually was relieved they asked me so many times, as forgetful as I am that this machine takes MAGNETIC images.

Anyway, so I’m in there, facing the torture tube.  I’m actually glad they let me go to the bathroom first, as I was doing the MRI for a good 45 minutes.  Ask to go potty before you do this!  Especially if you had a Coke not a 1/2 hour before.  So the radiologist has me lie on the bed/tray thingy on my belly, with my left arm out, like Superman.  They wrapped a splint-looking thing to my wrist, to keep it immobile, then placed it in this plastic cuff-looking thingy and in I went.

Oh, and they gave me earplugs.  Good thing, too, cause that machine is LOUD!

Anyway, I’m not a big claustrophobic, however, the moment they inserted me (snicker) I was instantly dizzy and nauseated.  I have no idea if that was due to the machine, the fact I was inside it, or the fact I was on my belly moving on a platform going into a small round space.  But vertigo overtook me for the first few minutes.  I soon got over it, as there’s some light air blowing on your face, and I had a fluffy pillow to “nap” on.

I managed to sit still for the entire procedure, and it helped that all the nurses, radiologists, and doctors were very nice and helpful with my questions.  At the end of it all, I asked if I could see the images.  The nurse gave me a hesitant, “Okay…but he won’t be able to tell you any results.”  That’s fine, I’m just fascinated by it all.  So I saw the images for about a minute, while the radiologist is explaining about my little bones, the tendons, everything in there (as they took top views, bottom views, cross section views, and side views).  As he’s rolling through the images (which I can’t make hide nor hair out of), I notice one in particular – of the dye all bright white against the stark shadows of my bones, seeming to be oozing out of one of the compartments on the far left of my ulna (the pinky side of my hand).  Now, we all know I’m not qualified to read MRI’s, but it would seem to me this would be an indication of a peripheral TFCC tear.  I just got a quick glimpse of it, and even staring at an MRI, I can’t see most things radiologists can see, so who knows, I might be totally blowing smoke.

Good news is, I should be hearing from my doctor within a day.  The radiologist told me if I don’t hear back from my doc within 24 hours, to call them.

Bad news?  Well, the doc who numbed my hand said it would last for about an hour.  Here it is, almost 7 hours later, and the back of my hand is still numb.  It seems to be getting better, though, little by little, so we’ll see how it goes.  The tip of my index finger was numb up until an hour ago, and is fine now so I’m thinking that doc’s math was a little off.

Anyway, I just wanted to give you a play-by-play of what happened at the hospital today, as I know some people who are getting an MRI have no idea what to expect.  Despite what your orthopedic surgeon might tell you, it’s not painful!  The most pain I felt was the “sting” of the dye, but that just felt like a slight burning, and then it was done.  Your wrist will feel uncomfortable with the pressure of the dye in there.  Also, if you go to the bathroom after you’ve been injected, it might hurt a bit, because now, you’ve got your ligament tears and the dye in there, so take care with that.

When I see the doctor for the follow-up, I’m going to ask to see the films, because what I saw today was just a short flash.  I want to be able to at least take a picture of the films to show you guys.  I’ll let you know what my hand surgeon says now that my MRI has been achieved.  :)

~~Becka

Romance vs. Love

March 12

I’ve been thinking about this topic lately.  I first began thinking about it when one of my husband’s friends asked me if I was still writing those “love” books.  Then he stopped and said, “No, I mean romance, which has nothing to do with love.”

Needless to say, I was perturbed by this comment, but this seemed to be the consensus of my husband and the rest of his guy friends.  “Romance” is the ooey-gooey saccharine-sweet puppy love of flowers and chocolates, while real “love” is enduring, a rock in the storms of life.  As my husband likes to call it, “Love is not a feeling, it’s an act of your will.”  (He gets that from a song lyric, btw. lol)  Basically, what that means is, the lengths you are willing to go for another person.

However, you go online and hundreds (if not thousands) of readers and authors of the romance genre will yell at you until they’re red in the face that the books they read and write are about LOVE, the true, enduring kind.  Some of them even go so far to say it’s splitting hairs, that love and romance are the same thing.

For me, I can see both sides of the coin.  However for me, I believe love and romance go hand-in-hand.  Love is the bond you have with another person that allows you to share life experiences, while romance strengthens that bond.

And I’m not talking about candlelight dinners and skimpy lingerie.

Here’s the definition of romance:

  1. A love affair.

  2. Ardent emotional attachment or involvement between people; love: They kept the romance alive in their marriage for 35 years.
  3. A strong, sometimes short-lived attachment, fascination, or enthusiasm for something: a childhood romance with the sea.
  4. A long medieval narrative in prose or verse that tells of the adventures and heroic exploits of chivalric heroes: an Arthurian romance.
  5. A long fictitious tale of heroes and extraordinary or mysterious events, usually set in a distant time or place.
  6. The class of literature constituted by such tales.
  7. An artistic work, such as a novel, story, or film, that deals with sexual love, especially in an idealized form.
  8. The class or style of such works.

Romance, to me, is snuggling.  Holding hands.  Telling your partner they look nice.  Reassuring them you still find them attractive.  Defending them to others, and being their cheerleader when something they’re facing seems too insurmountable.

For those of us who write romance, being told we don’t write about “love” smacks of ignorance.  YES, I see and acknowledge the difference between romance and love.  HOWEVER, by book’s end, both characters are in it for life, they have moved beyond the “omigawdheslookingatmewhatdoido” stage into the “Now let’s build a life together” stage.

And here is the definition of love:

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.
4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7. sexual intercourse; copulation.
8. (initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one’s neighbor.
10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11. the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
12. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.
13. Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.
14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.

For whatever reason, men, especially Nicholas Sparks, seem to shy away from “Romance” as Love’s evil twin sister.  Men prefer the endurance of love rather than the flash-in-the-pan of romance.  I get it, I do.  And yet, can you have a lasting love without a peppering of romance here and there?

So my answer to the romance vs. love question as it pertains to what I write –

I WRITE BOTH.

And if you don’t believe me, then take my challenge.  Read one of my books, ANY one of them.  Choose one at random.  And prove me wrong.  All my books are listed in the right-hand side bar AND on my archives page.

~~Becka

**Hallelujah Chorus Ensues**

March 8

Well, FINALLY, my health insurance has approved my MRI Arthrogram for my wrist malady.  This approval is only good until April 6th, apparently.  Gotta get in and get out!  I was so happy when the nurse from the doc’s office called to tell me.  I had actually called them this very morning and they told me things weren’t finalized yet, however my blood work came back and I do not have rheumatoid arthritis.  I coulda told them that.  LOL

Anyway, the sucky thing is, the nurse faxed my referral over to the imaging place, however, there’s apparently no mention of which compartments in the wrist the doctor wants the dye to be injected into.  I guess there’s different compartments in there and depending on where you have pain, that’s where they inject the contrast dye and if it leaks out, you have a tear in that ligament.  So, because the imaging place has no “orders” on what they’re specifically going to do, they had to call the doc and verify things, which means I have to call back tomorrow to make my actual appointment.  PITA, I tell ya.

I don’t see how this MRI arthrogram *wouldn’t* show anything going on in there.  It’s not any better, and in fact, seems to be getting worse.  It’s not sharp pain, but more diffuse pain, however, it’s more constant now, and sometimes goes up into my arm and elbow.  And my hand gets SO TIRED.  Things are just wrong in there.  My DRUJ clunks together (where my ulna meets my radius) and my hamate bone pokes further into my palm than my other one, and my lunate feels twice as big as it is whenever I bend my wrist forward and back. (Probably from the puffy swelling going on in there.)  Here’s a pic of where the bones are if you want to know which bones I’m talking about.  No, this isn’t my wrist:

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My hand still feels like I’m typing under water.  The weird boneless feeling I had when I got out of the cast has mostly gone away so I guess that was the reason.  But I can just feel the weakness in there.  It’s weird.  But the pain is definitely getting worse.  So here’s hoping this MRI tells all.

~~Becka

Great News!

March 7

I’m pleased to announce Cobblestone Press has bought my time travel ghost cowboy story RIDE THE LIGHTNING!!  :D   It’s still too soon for release dates, but the contract has been signed and cover art is percolating.  Once it’s edited, then they’ll give me a date to give you as to when you can expect it.  Until then, here’s my Coming Soon RIDE THE LIGHTNING page!  Yeehaw!!

http://www.rebeccagoings.com/westerns/ride-the-lightning/

Becka’s Moment of Zen

March 6

It’s been awhile since my moments of zen, folks, but seriously, these are So Epic, they need to be shared.  If you’ve seen them before, partake again.  If not, sit back and laugh your @$$ off.

OMG, I’m wiping tears away. Ima run right out and buy me a Slap Chop and a ShamWow right now!!!!!!1one

“It’s the ShamWow, you’ll be saying ‘Wow!’ every time.”

“You’re gonna love my nuts.”

Oh my GAWD!!!

~~Becka, who is bonding with her inner 12 year old.

KINDRED is Available for Purchase!

March 1

Those of you who’ve been waiting to read my dragon-shifter fantasy, KINDRED, wait no longer!  It’s available for purchase now at Champagne Books!

http://www.champagnebooks.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=19_5&products_id=369

http://www.rebeccagoings.com/fantasy/kindred/

WOOHOO!! :D

~~Becka

Rebecca Goings

Rebecca Goings

Rebecca Goings has always dreamt of chivalrous knights, gritty cowboys and dangerous men who go bump in the night… Now, she gets to write about them! She’s won a few awards for her efforts, but that’s not why she’s an author.  She writes because she breathes, it’s as simple as that.  She’s never at a loss for plots, and hopes to be around for a very long time.  Rebecca lives in Oregon with her husband, five kids (which she homeschools), two cats, and one annoying, stubborn muttley.

She is published with Champagne Books, Carnal Passions, Cobblestone Press and Samhain Publishing, writing fantasy, paranormal, and historical western romance.

Rebecca loves to hear from her fans. You can email her at: rebeccagoings@gmail.com

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