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Monday, July 6, 2015

"When All Balls Drop" by Heidi Siefkas

REVIEW and INTERVIEW
When All Balls Drop:
The Upside of Losing Everything
by Heidi Siefkas


Author and adventurer Heidi Siefkas joins me today for an interview about her debut book, the inspirational memoir When All Balls Drop: The Upside of Losing Everything, which is currently transitioning from book to film. You can also read an excerpt from the book, as well as my review. The sequel, With New Eyes, is due out this September.


Description
Heidi Siefkas was a happily married, globetrotting professional who seemingly had it all - until a tree limb in New York's Hudson River Valley struck her down, breaking her neck and leaving her unconscious. Suddenly, life as she knew it stopped. She lost her independence. She lost her career. She watched her marriage disintegrate as she confronted a trail of devastating lies about her husband's double life.
She had lost all that mattered, but she was a survivor. She fought to restore her health, repair her broken heart, and rebuild herself. Along the way, she gained clarity about her core values, ultimately coming to a deeper understanding of what it means to have it all.
Through down-to-earth, short vignettes, When All Balls Drop shows us how it's possible to look up in spite of pain, deceit, and loss. Heidi's memoir - rich with hope and humor - inspires anyone who's had to confront tragedy and reassess their life in the wake of life-altering events.

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Excerpt
I awoke feeling cold in a stark, square hospital room. I tried to look around as I heard familiar voices. I was lying in a bed covered with a flimsy, white herringbone blanket. Both my mother and my husband were sitting to my right. I heard the beeping of a monitor and several unfamiliar voices. Why was I here? How did I get here?
A nurse with a long, blond ponytail, glasses, and blue scrubs came in and approached my bed to check my vitals and IV bag. Looking up from her clipboard, she asked, “How’s your pain?”
I tried to nod, but I couldn’t. My neck was in a brace. Scared, I said, “I’m okay. I think?” I looked at my mother’s face. She was crying. I passed my hand over my face, which was tender and swollen. I was in a hospital gown with tubes coming out of my arms and plastic cups around my calves. Every few minutes the cups would inflate and deflate. Combined with the dissonant mixture of rhythmic beeps from my monitor, the buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lights, telephones ringing, intercom crackling, and staff talking, my already-high levels of anxiety and fear rose.
Although I do not remember the few days prior to my waking up, my mother and my husband, AJ, had been by my side continually. My mother came closer to my bed, carefully touched my hand, and said, “Heidi, you arrived at the emergency room via ambulance after being struck by a tree limb outside your apartment.”

While transitioning from morphine to pain pills, I became acquainted with the nurses on the fifth floor. Every four hours one of them would come, which meant more pain pills and a little company to break up my counting the holes in the ceiling tiles. Granted, some nurses were better than others; I noted a dramatic difference between the demeanors of the daytime nurses versus the graveyard shifters. Maybe the daytime shift conversations were all an act—“Honey, darling, sweetie, I know”—because I had visitors, witnesses to their behaviors. However, the night crew came in like ghosts: pop in, give meds, check vitals, and pop out to go back to texting or watching the TV until passing the patient baton to the relieving nurse.
Regardless of shift, not one of them exuded the compassion I expected from a nurse. Between the equipment provider with his in-your-face butt crack and the revolving door of nurses and specialists who failed to respond promptly to my call button due to gossiping or texting, I began to believe the term health care professional was an oxymoron.

Praise for the Book
"When All Balls Drop is a powerful chronicle of ultimate change and recovery. This is its strength: pointing out the light at the end of the tunnel." ~ Midwest Book Review
"There are certainly many books written about overcoming adversity. Heidi’s is unique in one important respect. It involves an act of God that quite frankly could happen to any one of us. Here’s is a compelling story of faith, tenacity, humor and accomplishment. You’ll certainly cheer for the author as she heads to the finish line!" ~ Jordan Rich, WBZ CBS Radio Boston
"I recommend When All Balls Drop for anyone who feels a kinship to a story that may enable a search for a way forward on their fateful life path." ~ Self Publishing Review
"What a great life lesson!" ~ Crafty Mom Zen
"Siefkas shows us how to handle adversity with humor, candor, and most importantly resilience. I highly recommend this book for anyone who enjoys uplifting and honest memoirs." ~ BookSpin|@BookDude
"When All Balls Drop is refreshing … 5 stars." ~ feedmeinbooks

My Review


By Lynda Dickson
Imagine taking the garbage one day and getting struck by a falling tree limb. That's exactly what happens to Heidi Siefkas. The result - she ends up in hospital, unconscious for five days, and with the possibility of being paralyzed or severely handicapped. However, luck is on her side, and she is discharged after nine days, with a broken neck and a full body brace. What follows is an account of the harrowing physical and mental therapy Heidi undergoes on her road to recovery, with the support of her mother, father, and her "clan" of childhood friends and workmates.
With dry humor, Heidi recounts having to deal with unhelpful technicians, less-than-friendly nursing staff, unsympathetic doctors, incompetent doctors' assistants - and a cheating husband. We follow Heidi on her road to both physical and mental recovery, the loss of her job, her divorce proceedings, the creation of Look Up Day, and learning to drive again. However, this is not only a narrative of her accident and recovery, but also a series of short essays on a variety of topics, including the role of trashy television as therapy, marriage and divorce, doctors and nurses, insurance companies, the Registry of Motor Vehicles, and the Chardonnay lunch. As the author herself states in an interview with me, "I'm from the Midwest, which is known for being 'what you see is what you get'. My writing is similar: straight forward, not too flowery, with an authentic voice and humor." This is a perfect description of Heidi's writing style. And, with its near-perfect editing, this book is a pleasure to read.
Heidi's accident is a "life change", not just because it changes the life she had, but because it changes the life she chooses to live from then on. It is also referred to as a "psychic slap" or, as the author herself describes it, as "when all balls drop". This is an ultimately uplifting tale of how, when everything goes wrong, the resulting experience might actually be the best thing that ever happens to you.
Truly inspiring.

Interview With the Author
Hi Heidi Siefkas, thanks for joining me today to discuss your new book, When All Balls Drop.
For what age group do you recommend your book?
18+.
What sparked the idea for this book?
It's a true story that happened to me five years ago. The idea of writing the book came well after my experience. I decided to write my story in 2011 while I was on a solo journey in South America. I released When All Balls Drop in September 2014.
What was the hardest part about writing this book?
The hardest part was reliving my experience: pain, uncertainty, and loss on various levels. It was a true emotional roller coaster.
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
I hope that When All Balls Drop inspires others to triumph through life's hurdles, health scares, bad relationships, or even full-blown life catastrophes like mine. The take-away is a concept called Look Up, which stems from the power of perspective. It has two major components: 1) Be aware of your surroundings, both appreciating the beauty as well as hazards. In essence, be in the moment, mindful. 2) Spin each situation positively. Although some situations appear negative at first, there are no wasted experiences. Every hurdle, hiccup, or wound turns into wisdom.


What a great concept, Heidi! How long did it take you to write this book?
I wrote during my recovery, a period of nine months. The rereading, polishing, and editing process took another nine months.
What is your writing routine?
I typically write in the morning for two to four hours. I then break for a reality check (gym, hike, or walk). I try to sit for another hour in the afternoon to write again. I do some of my best writing after these walks or hikes. Also, I have been known to write while I'm traveling. Yes, I'm the one with the laptop on the plane, train, or bus.
How did you get your book published?
I published with Wheatmark in Tucson, Arizona for a number of reasons. Firstly because I was writing my book from Kauai; so, I needed a publisher that would be close to my time zone. Second, they could complete my aggressive timeline of manuscript to release in nine months. My goal was to release When All Balls Drop on the anniversary of the life-altering accident (27 September 2009) that sparked the story and my life change.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
My advice is to write often. Write whatever comes at that time. You don't have to write in a chronological order or in an exact story line. You can piece it together afterwards. Also, with the technology we have today, I use my iPhone and its notes function to write down or even dictate writing themes and titles while I'm doing daily tasks such as shopping, cooking, etc. Don't let those brilliant moments escape you.
Great advice! What do you like to do when you're not writing?
When I'm not writing, I love to travel and do outdoor activities. My next major trip is to Greece. I will also have a repeat trip to New Zealand and Australia in fall of 2015.
What does your family think of your writing?
My family fully supports my writing. I include them in my editing process as both are very well read.
Please tell us a bit about your childhood.
I grew up on a hobby farm in rural Wisconsin (Midwest of the US). My name comes from the children's story Heidi. We had a flock of sheep at the time. My parents thought that a little girl playing around the farm named Heidi was perfect. I know in the Heidi book, it is goats not sheep, but potato, pa-TAH-to.
Did you like reading when you were a child?
When I was a child, I loved story time. I loved more than anything to be read to by my parents.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I realized I wanted to be a writer in 2008 when I started my travel blog, Ms Traveling Pants.
Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
Of course, my childhood and surroundings influence my writing. As I mentioned, I'm from the Midwest, which is known for being "what you see is what you get". My writing is similar: straight forward, not too flowery, with an authentic voice and humor.
It certainly is that! Which writers have influenced you the most?
I feel that three major female authors have helped pave the way for me: Cheryl Strayed, Lisa Genova, and Elizabeth Gilbert.
Great company! Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
I receive messages from many of my readers as well as pictures of where they are reading When All Balls Drop (Fiji, Cuba, NYC, Florida, and more). I love getting their feedback about how my story inspires them to continue on and Look Up.

Blue Mountains, Australia

Havana, Cuba

What can we look forward to from you in the future?
I will be releasing the sequel, With New Eyes, this September. It picks up where When All Balls Drop left off. Additionally, I'm transitioning When All Balls Drop to film. The screen play is currently being written in L.A. I'm expecting the film to be released in 2016.
Fantastic! Thank you for taking the time to stop by today, Heidi. Best of luck with your future projects.
Mahalo, Lynda. Thanks for this opportunity!

About the Author
Heidi Siefkas is an author and adventurer. Originally from small-town Wisconsin, she lives in Kauai and also calls the Midwest and South Florida home. Heidi's books include When All Balls Drop (September 2014) and With New Eyes (September 2015). She is currently writing her third book in this series, Cubicle to Cuba, which features a humorous collection of stories about her travels to Cuba, Peru, New Zealand, Italy, and more.



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Thursday, March 27, 2014

"The Cal O'Connor Series: Season One" by C. K. Carlton

The Cal O'Connor Series: Season One
by C. K. Carlton


The Cal O'Connor Series: Season One consists of the previously published Saving Chase, Wandering Dagger, and Guarding Harm. Also available: Returning Harm.


Description
Imagine you’re sitting in your car at a stoplight and a boy in the car next to you looks over and mouths the word “help”. What would you do? Not many people would do what Cal O’Connor did.
Six weeks earlier, Cal had been a Naval intelligence operative in Afghanistan. How quickly things change. Discharged for using deadly force to save an Afghan woman from being raped, Cal is back in the U.S., not coincidentally in the same city as his first love, with what happened in Afghanistan and flashbacks from his childhood consuming his every thought. Cal glances over at the car to his left. Did the boy say what Cal thought he said? There’s no time to think. What happens next will leave you stunned.
Season One includes the first three novellas in The Cal O'Connor Series, but it's only the beginning of Cal’s journey. Will saving others bring him peace, or will hunting child predators cause him to be consumed by his past?

Excerpt
Chapter 1
Cal slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, squinting into the rearview mirror just enough to draw his bleary blue eyes into focus. How quickly the night before had evaporated into morning. The often clumsy transition from bar, to car, to apartment, to bedroom was a seamless blur. She was a nice girl, he thought to himself. Maybe he’d go out with her again.
The previous twelve hours had become the norm for Cal O’Connor since arriving in Richmond, Virginia from Afghanistan over six weeks prior. He had been drifting from bed to bed, one laugh-filled night after another, desperately but unsuccessfully trying to connect with the real world again.
Returning from deployment was different this time. After six years in the US Navy’s covert Human Intelligence, or HUMINT department, with an impeccable service record, he was abruptly discharged; he still didn’t know what had gone wrong.
Cal ran his hands through his full head of bourbon-brown hair, repositioning a few castaways no doubt caused by the sexual whirlwind that had occurred not twenty minutes before. He attempted a smile as he remembered the condition the room had been in as he’d slipped his jeans on and tip-toed through the small crack in the bedroom door while she showered.
He settled back in the driver’s seat. His smile quickly changed to a long distant stare through the license plate of the car in front of him as he replayed in his mind the altercation that sent him from Afghanistan to Richmond in the blink of an eye.
Cal snapped out of his trance and took a moment to enjoy the beautiful weather. Spring in Richmond was something from a Monet painting, with the dogwood and cherry trees that lined the streets beginning to show their brilliant, yet delicate colors. The air was cool and dry. It was nine o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday.
He waited for the light to change. His Jeep Wrangler, missing the doors and top, wasn’t the ideal year-round car for a place like Richmond, Virginia. But on this day, it was perfect.
He glanced at the car in the turn lane to his left. A 1967 faded yellow Mercury Cougar with a torn, greenish vinyl top. Cal knew the car from working on cars with his dad when he was young. Surely this one was a week or two from finding a place next to the other Cougars in a junkyard somewhere. The inside of the car was littered with stacks of paper, and in the rear window sat an assortment of faded baseball caps; the kind of interior Cal would come to expect from the bald, overweight dreary-looking man behind the wheel. Cigarette smoke billowed from the three-inch gap in the passenger-side window.
Cal’s eyes moved to the passenger seat where a young boy, probably nine or ten years old, sat staring forward. It’s a little late for this kid to be heading to school, Cal thought.
The traffic light for the turn lane changed from red to a green arrow, and the yellow heap began to inch forward. Just as it did, the boy turned back and made eye contact with him. There was a strange concavity to his expression. With a swift movement, the boy raised his left arm and placed his hand at the top of the window. The car continued forward, beginning to make its turn onto the cross street. The boy’s eyes stayed locked on Cal’s, and just as the car began to turn, the boy mouthed one word: “Help.”
Cal sat for a brief moment, almost in disbelief at what he just witnessed. Was this a cry for help? Did the boy actually say “Help,” or was it “Hello,” Cal questioned. He felt a chill up his spine.
He couldn’t hesitate, and immediately maneuvered his Jeep to the left, hitting the corner of the rear bumper of the car in front of him. He continued into the turn lane, the light changing from yellow to red. His driving tactics course with the CIA served him well, and he popped the clutch to gain the most engine torque possible as he hopped over the median to stay ahead of the fast-approaching traffic. It wasn’t enough. An eager morning driver in a Dodge Durango had lurched off the line, and in a split second, the car slammed into the passenger side of Cal’s Jeep like a runaway locomotive. It was the perfect T-bone, catching the Jeep in just the right spot to lift it up on two wheels and roll it on its side in a forceful explosion of metal and glass. Cal felt the burn of pavement on his left shoulder as his body was thrown to the road with his vehicle. His head slammed into the roll bar that framed the driver’s side door. The unmistakable sound of crunching metal quickly transitioned to silence. He opened his eyes, which filled with blood until his vision was entirely lost. He felt for the seatbelt latch. He knew he had to get out of the car and get to the boy, but he was losing consciousness. What little light he could sense was being overtaken by darkness. His head slumped to the ground. He was out.

Review
The Season format for the Cal O'Connor Series is very clever. Three short, exciting novels that can each be read in the time it takes to watch a DVD. Packaged in a boxed set for Series 1. Love the concept. Each book is well written, exciting, and fast paced with many twists and turns. The hero's back story is slowly revealed across the three "episodes"/books, but there seems to be much more to unravel. I can appreciate Cal O'Connor's urgency to capture and punish the abusers while avoiding an examination of his own past and motivations. The author writes with insightful depth and occasional humor. Definitely recommend!

About the Author
One of the reasons C. K. (Chris) Carlton began writing was to provide those of us with busy lives an alternative to the novel-length thriller. The Cal O'Connor Series reads more like a high-energy television drama: short form (80-130 pages), heavy action, with each book telling a captivating tale, and it all building a larger story about the complex main character, Cal O'Connor. Each book picks up exactly where the last book leaves off, allowing readers to enjoy the series in spurts, stepping away after one book, and then returning to the series as their life allows without missing a beat.
Another reason Chris is writing is to communicate an important message often swept under the rug: the subject of child abuse. It's no coincidence that The Cal O'Connor Series goes hand-in-hand with his memoir, Nice To Meet Me, a brutally honest, poignant, and often humorous journal about his own battle to overcome his past. Nice To Meet Me was referred to by one therapist as one of the best books ever written on the subject of childhood trauma. An outdoor enthusiast and guitar apologist, Chris was a successful U.S. Navy intelligence officer turned business executive before he began writing.
Chris is also a featured blogger for The Huffington Post. He lives in Richmond, Virginia with his wife, Ellen, and their young son, Teddy.

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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

"The Shopping Addiction Cure: How to Stop Your Compulsive Spending Forever!" by Olivia Sanborne

NEW RELEASE
The Shopping Addiction Cure:
How to Stop Your Compulsive Spending Forever!
by Olivia Sanborne


Description
You’re about to discover if your spending habits are just a little out of control or if you have a spending addiction. Millions of people struggle with overspending and mismanagement of their income. If you are finding yourself in this situation, then perhaps you may have a shopping addiction. Being a shopaholic is no laughing matter, if disregarded, this could potentially ruin your future and your family's future. Most shopaholics use the excuse as they are trying to do their part to ensure a productive economy, but the truth is, your economic future is in jeopardy if your destructive habits have you deeply in debt. If you hide any purchases from your partner or friends - then this book is for you. This book will help you understand the meaning of addiction and what steps you can take to control your spending. You will get some basic steps to guide you through methods to control your addiction, information about addiction, strategies to stay on track while shopping and where to go for help and support.
Here is a preview of what you'll learn...
  • What is Compulsive Shopping?
  • How do you know that you are a shopaholic?
  • Why do compulsive spenders spend?
  • What if you are not a severe compulsive spender?
  • Seeking Counseling
  • Where to turn for information
  • Much, much more!


Excerpt
Chapter 3: Why do compulsive spenders spend?
People shop and spend money for many different reasons. The most obvious reason to shop is to buy the things that you need to survive. If this is the reason that you shop, then you are probably not a shopaholic.
According to Terrence Shulman, founder of the Shulman Center for Compulsive Theft, Spending, and Hoarding, one of the reasons that shopaholics overspend is because they may have been denied possession of things when they were young. Now that they are older and have access to money, they want to buy all the things that they didn’t have when they were kids—and they also do the same for their own kids.
Another reason might be that they enjoy the thrill of buying things. It is exciting to them. They enjoy the feelings of euphoria when they can exert the power to just go into a store and buy something—just because they can. However, in many cases this backfires on them when they ultimately do not have the money to pay for these things. 
Some shopaholics are constantly seeking the approval of their peers—this is mainly when they flaunt new clothing and jewelry to their friends and coworkers. They want to impress people, so they spend money that they do not have. Then of course, this causes problems for them when the bills come in, and they do not have money to pay them.
Other shopaholics are truly impulsive and or compulsive. They really cannot control their own behavior. These folks are the most severe cases.  Because they have no control whatsoever, they will run their bank accounts down, bounce checks, max out their credit and charge cards, and will wind up declaring bankruptcy and or turning to theft, which will eventually lead them to jail or worse.
Why is it important to understand why you are a shopaholic or compulsive spender? Won’t that just dredge up more unhappy memories?  The answers to these questions are simple. Before we can solve a problem, we must first understand why it is a problem and how it came to be a problem. Then we will deal with the reasons first. That is the only way that we can determine a path that will lead us to success and recovery.
Dealing with the root of the problem first will eliminate the reason to do what we do. If you no longer have a reason to do it, it will be easier to get your life on the right track to end your addiction.

Review
The Shopping Addiction Cure, by Olivia Sanborne, is an extremely well-written, non-fiction book on how to stop compulsive spending. Shopping addiction or compulsive shopping is not a recent phenomenon but it has only started to become seriously addressed and treated within the last 10 years. I also liked the book because it made me realize a shopping addiction is not cute or funny. It is as painful as any other addiction. The book is more than poignant. It is worth the time of a woman reader or a man reader. It is an important look at the other side of loving to shop. Overall, I really enjoyed reading this book, it is a very fast read and I look forward to reading more from this author. Highly recommended!

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