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Triple Crown - Misty Bluegrass...

by Rebecca Mance on 09/13/15

Thank you once again to my fans worldwide.  As a simple country girl I am particularly honored to be internationally recognized in my blog by people in places in the furthest reaches of the world.  When I see this, I become very emotional.  I cannot believe it.  I am certain I do not deserve such an honor, but I appreciate more than feeble words can express.  Why anyone would follow a socially awkward, little known author with banshee hair….perhaps shows you the magic of life. 

Of course, any arrogance I might achieve is quickly narrowed by my humble and necessary work life as an ordinary person.  However, in truth it is sort of fun to be ordinary in day life…but have a secret following of some worldwide notability outside of an ordinary job.  It makes me feel a little like Batman or something.  Or Wonder Woman perhaps…..the only thing missing is my square glasses during the day.  However, too many women in SF do that, so I think I am better off without the square glasses. Far too many “wonder women” in SF.  I will stick to being the eccentric author with too wild of banshee hair and forget the square glasses.....  It is more me.  Besides, I don't think I shall ever look smart in any venue and I don't care.  Looking smart is not being smart. 

Be you. 

However, as a romance writer trying to fit into a day job and not get myself into loads of trouble is not easy.  I have not always been successful.  However, I enjoy my current work very much and seem to have found a place where I can excel despite my social work deficiencies and oddities and somewhat magical view of the world….at least until I am a best-selling author anyway.

No, I have not kept my promise to blog once a month.  My niece even got onto me when I was home to Kentucky.  I told her that I would not be half so mysterious if I blogged all the time…giggles.  I blog on Sundays when I have time to reflect and something has happened that seems bloggable. 

Yes, yes….it is amazing….and a magic story….the horse I pulled out of a hat at the Derby Party in Napa….did turn out to be a Triple Crown Winner.  Though I suspect didn’t make me very popular with people there that had horses and I felt bad about that.  However, it wasn’t my fault I picked the winning horse out of a hat.  I want everyone to win.  I didn’t know anyone there had a horse in the race.  Yikes.  I love people so much and especially anyone who owns and takes care of horses.  They are all amazing.  It was an honor to stand with anyone who could actually own something so magnificent. 

I actually cried that day that the Triple Crown was won.  Though I was merely in my apartment alone at the big screen pacing and killing off my anxiety that nobody gets hurt with Charlie and Pam’s (Crocker Starr wine)  It has been so long since a Triple Crown winner. 

I kept praying that he would be okay.  I’ve seen a few horse races.  I “ain’t never seen nothing like that.”  It was as if….he just decided in a moment… “well, I shall just blow away from them”  and his feet took on wings.  If you have ever run in a race, which I have, to find that much strength at the end of a race.  Plus you have two kinds of runners….short distance sprinters and long distance.  Few can do both….

And for him to just pull away pretty far on outside if I recall…I immediately was to call to mind not just Secretariat, who is well known.  I have a favorite horse.  Though who could not love Secretariat?  In Paris, KY where my farm is located (I have no horses) they have “Secretariat Day” where they honor that horse. 

My favorite horse, however, is Man O’War.  Which is why I featured him in Once Upon Misty Blue Grass Hill.  I have local friends that argue that Secretariat had better stats.  I am not sure the truth, one cannot make a comparison.  However, Man O’War was Kentucky’s horse.  There is a main road that runs through Lexington….Man O’War.  Secretariat is a side street.  Not to take anything from him.  However, Man O’War is my favorite.  Now I have another favorite.  And  I believe American Pharoah is a Kentucky horse.....I am pretty son says he is stabled near our house...can you imagine if magic is on my side, I might actually see him in person someday. 

When I saw American Pharaoh in that last race my mind ran to that big red horse and I quote from my book:

“His groom called him "de mostest hoss that ever was". That about sums it up for Man o'War in the eyes of most American racing fans. Man o'War was not just a great racehorse -- he became the standard by which all runners have been compared then and ever since.  Everything he did was bigger than life, his accomplishments on the track, his dominance as a stallion, and his tremendous charisma that drew visitors from around the world to see him in life and in death.”

In this day and time with all of the horses now, compared to then, the science, the breeding, the training. It is much harder than in Secretariat’s day and especially in Man O’War’s day.  To have a horse pull away like that in the third race of the Triple Crown is simply the stuff of legends. 

How lucky was I? Very lucky.  Nobody at the party knew I had bet my last ten dollars (having not gone to the bank and worried about having tolls on the way home).  Giggles.  No tolls but it would not have mattered….that horse had paid my way not just home but lunches after and at least one set of drinks with friends.  I am not just an author of minor success, I am a girl that works hard for a living and not ashamed of that.

I love to go to the track in Lexington.  Of course now that I can only go home sometimes that doesn’t happen often now.  However, arguably it is the finest race track in the country.  It is called Keenland.  Many Derby horses are seen there before Derby.  I have seen many there for very little money but it is a large and elegant experience for just a few dollars (Plus one can get Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale there).  It is not a shabby track.  It is a place of elegance and many of the college students from UK get dressed up and go there on a weekday as an outing.  It is lovely to see. 

Whether at Keenland or Churchill Downs I, when I can get to the paddock and close to the track always do this.  If you have never seen a horse like that run, I can tell you it is an experience like none other.  It makes you realize why so many through the ages honor the horse.  In those moments, whether they win or lose, they are magical creatures….elegant, powerful and simply gifts of God to men. 

I picked “I’ll Have Another” by seeing him in the paddock.  Or perhaps it was because I had many “anothers” while there (Mint Julips at Derby are Amazing).  But seriously, I always run back and forth from the paddock to the racetrack (Undoubtedly fueled by the Mint Julips…though I have energy abound anyway) so I can see the horses before the race.  I am often overcome with emotion just to see them.   

Before I left Kentucky I finished “Once Upon a Misty Bluegrass Hill” and while I could not know what it is like to own a horse like that, or ride it….in this book I did feel it in the moment.  It was written in the days when I went to Keenland, to the Derby and walked the endless green of 12 acres…yes, with a Ball Mason jar filled with Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale or Charlie Crocker’s wine, my dogs tagging along.

Perhaps the story I wrote was whispers of all those horses that surround me…all and any could be that horse…I could see them in my back yard, in my side yard….or perhaps it was the green grass of Kentucky where those fine horses have come from.  Or it is like the Princess of Jordan once said, “When I was growing up and read Black Beauty, I thought Kentucky must be heaven for horses.  I grew up and came to Kentucky….and Kentucky is heaven for horses.” 

That book could only be written in Kentucky.  As a writer, I am not supposed to give the end of a story.  However, in this case, perhaps this part of the story might let anyone who reads it catch the dream of the people who bring legends to life.  Also, blogs of authors are to promote books…though typically we give the beginning so people read the book.  In this moment, I give the honor of the end of my book to a legend in my time.  To all of my fans who follow me.  This might have been what some people felt like on that day…on all three of those days.  That is the gift of an author.  It is not in the writing, it is in the feeling…to see the scene in your head and heart.  So that is my gift to you….not just my fans, but for those that make legends for me to write about then see with my own eyes…and pick out of a hat…on some lucky day…on a beautiful Napa watching the Derby....for a working how lucky am I to be born as I was...running barefoot all summer....poor...but not spiritless, but to somehow find myself not just with fans all over the world because of my humble gift of writing...but to be in arguably one of the most elegant places on earth...watching my favorite race among such amazing people.... Thank you.  God and life have been so good to me and I am so thankful.  So, in honor of the winning horse I pulled from a hat and those that I stood with on that day, in honor of the magic of life that gives authors like me the material to write about...thank all of you so much.  I am so humbled and I give you the ending of my book.


She followed the other horses her heart pounding in her ears and her limbs tingling.  Fortunately, she could ride a horse in her sleep.  They left the paddock and went toward the tunnel lined with people. 

We got here Daddy.  Just like you always talked about.

Storm swung his head side to side as they went down the alley that was bricked off from the crowd.

Beautiful ladies in elegant hats were waving from behind the chain link fence. 

Men in suits that she only saw in books stood next to them, looking earnestly at the horses, in a final-scene moment to predict which one it would be. 

What were Storm's odds?  She didn't even know.  Did Patrick even tell her?

Did it matter?

She had always known his odds.

They made the walk and Patrick joined them as the owner, holding Storm's reigns.  He and Bernie stood on either side of Storm and walked with him to the gate…around the ring, past the crowds.

There were so many people and they were so loud.

Daddy, I don't know if I can.

You can my little girl.  He is Dancer's Dream and our dream. 

They arrived at the gate.

Big Storm reared up.  He pranced and he danced high on his hooves while they pushed the other horses in.  She took him on another small circle with Patrick looking on like the world was soon to end.  Bernie walked with her and talked in low tones to Big Storm.

Each time they tried to put him in the gate he shied and pranced.

"Don't force him Bernie, let's not force him."  It was her voice, but she sounded far away even to her own ears.

The sprinkles came light. 

Time was running out. 

"Go in Big Storm, go in.  We practiced…this is no different."

Several jockey heads turned toward her voice. 

When was the last time a girl raced, if ever?

Storm neighed softly and stepped cautiously into the gate on dancing legs.  "Now there is my boy."

The gun sounded within seconds of them getting in.  The gates opened with a uniform clap. 

She wasn't ready.

Something stuck and she felt herself slide to the side of the saddle. 

She heard the tear of fabric.  Big Storm busted from the gate and Jolene barely missed hitting her head on the pole.  She clung to his side.

He looked back with his big round black eyes.

His eyes said…."like get on and ride!" 

But she couldn't pull herself up.  And they were in the back…really very far in the back. 

It was a struggle to climb on his back and get herself back into position.  But when she did he lunged forward in a deep jump.

Jolene leaned forward, feeling his burst of power.  She closed her eyes for an instant.

It had rained hard that day.  Behind her lids, she saw that terrible day in a flash clear picture.

She felt the pain that near cut her in half…and this time she let it hurt.  It was time to let it hurt and ride it out as fast as she could.

Jolene didn't take him to the center.  He didn't need it.  She gave him space to use his full leg span.

First turn.  

They moved to the middle of the pack.  She didn't look anywhere but forward…seeing the horses in front of her…the dirt…the hooves. 

Hang on tight!

Were they almost all in front of her? Every single one dammit?

Don't cuss Jolene.

Pray hard.

Holy Mary, Mother of God…I can't remember the rest…even though I said it a million times.

Stop thinking, press forward.

Long stretch.

Big Storm puffed in perfect rhythm like a big steam engine. She followed him in movement caressing his spirit with her own.

She leaned close to his head and whispered to him softly, "It is time."

The lightening cracked and the thunder rolled.

Storm leapt forward and it was all Jolene could do to hold on and keep her seat.  That is all one could do with Storm once he decided on something important.  The rain deepened.

Rain from Heaven. 

Tears of sadness and tears of joy.

Last turn.

Jolene leaned forward and put her head down clinging to Storm with all of her strength.  He had lost his head and wouldn't do anything she wanted. 

Don't fall.

Jolene leaned down as far as she could go…he was passing the other horses now…lots of them…she felt his strides lengthen even more.  It was close but he was on the outside and had plenty of space.   

"Go," Jolene whispered.  He completely took back his head, only letting it go at the same time.

His stride lengthened even more and he gained speed. 

The mud was hitting her and Storm.  And her new uniform.  But what did it matter?

But of course they had run in the rain so many times. 

Running away from a memory…but chasing a dream.

There was only one horse in front, the predicted winner.  Crazy Sal

Go Dancer's Dream.

It was all a blur then.  They rode right by Crazy Sal as if he was standing still.  Jolene saw the finish line just a second before they passed it.

And it was over. 

They had done it.


I give when I can to a farm in Kentucky that takes care of retired race horses it is called Old Friends.  I urge anyone that loves racing to give to this fine non-profit organization and perhaps go meet some old champions.  Thank you.

Derby Day in Napa Valley!

by Rebecca Mance on 05/03/15

Since I had a number of really lovely people ask me about my books in Napa yesterday, it reminded me of it being way past time to blog.  I spent a most amazing day at my husband and my friend Charlie's winery (Charlie and Pam's winery) Crocker and Starr.  It is the best winery in the Valley.  One could arguably call it the Iron Horse King's winery...yes a book and yes a connection.  Charlie is the great grandson of the Iron Horse King.  I was so honored to read about his great grandfather and it simply had to be a book....though romantic interpretation was involved, the history was on target. One of the greatest honors of my life was to know Charlie and have a chance write that book about an utterly amazing man.  I find it a particular honor that a girl who spent most of the year without wearing shoes could have such amazing friends.  Humble, charming and such a beautiful person with such a rich family history.  How lucky am I and my husband?  Great honor....anyway......he didn't even get mad about the romantic scenes about his GGF....Iron Horse King wrote itself.....the story was of the most amazing stories in hard could it be to add romantic edges?  If I could just convince him to put an old refurbished train engine at the winery...However a train does go by the that is pretty amazing in of I got lost in one of my books....

Anyway, back on story...Then Pam took me to a friend's winery for a real Derby Party! As all of you who follow my books know, I have a "coming of age girl jockey story" called Once Upon a Misty Blue Grass Hill. 

Those that know me well from long ago days will recognize that this character most resembles me as a child or I believe so anyway the grown up Jolene is most like me too.  I really went raw with that book.

I have been to four Kentucky Derbies and believe it should be on every bucket list.  As the Princess of Jordan once said in a speech in Kentucky after the World Equestrian Games "When I was a child I used to read the stories about Black Beauty and I thought, Kentucky must be heaven for horses.  Then I came here, and Kentucky really is heaven for horses."

I involve myself with so many things and one of them was my husband and I volunteering for the World Equestrian Games and there we saw green technology compliments of Pierce Lyons who does make the best beer in the world Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale, of which I cannot get in California.  I have written him a number of letters to no avail. 

Anyway...yesterday was so much fun.  Crocker and Starr had the Spring "pick up" party which was perfect for Derby Day...the view was lovely....the wine, food, staff and everything was simply stunning ...having their wine makes you realize why they call it the Nectar of the Gods.   Anyone who has read The Wine Prince - Glass of Obsession and knows me...knows that the opening scene of that book actually was the image in my head of the Carnivus parties that Charlie and Pam have at the winery every year...the canopies and everything.  I went there one year and just the amazing scene struck me...I came home and wrote it all out...that was the opening of that book.  I have Carnivus to look forward to in a few months.

So, then after that fun we went to a Derby party.  Pam was so nice as I could not find a Derby party anywhere in California....of course, I don't have connections.  She happened to have friends that had a Derby party!  It was truly lovely.  The host and hostess the entire group of people which did include...I am pretty sure some horse owners....or at least some people from Louisville were so welcoming I almost felt like I was in Kentucky. 

I have not felt that close to Kentucky since I had to move back to SF Bay Area.  Don't worry....someday I am going to get to take that country road back home, when the time is right...or at least be able to spend more time there than I can now.  I tell my husband I covet the big RVs (because I could transport my puppies back and forth, Oliver and Merlin...though it is doubtful we could get them out of the vehicle....they have only known a hundred acre sheep farm and a 12 acre farm called Finnegan's run....what would they do if they saw a BART wizzing by?).  However.....I do sometimes covet those RVs and imagining seeing the country and writing every day....being with my pups and husband on adventures.  I could really take writing to the next level if I could travel back and has to keep a day job.

At the party I pulled the winning horse out of a hat!  Number 18 was mine, quite by accident.  American Pharaoh!  What a fantastic name for a horse!  I was feeling lucky when I was matching the number I pulled with that beautiful horse!  If any know much about Kentucky and horse racing they will know that our middle eastern friends love horses as much as Kentuckians and live name really hit a chord with me. 

I, however, admit I was doubtful of my number 18 that I pulled by luck because I never pick a favored horse...perhaps I should rethink that strategy!  My heart had been won over already (having picked in my heart Calvin's horse that got scratched....because when in doubt or out of the know...pick Calvin's horse).  Side story...I met him (Calvin) once at the paddock and wanted his autograph...I thought he was Irish but decided on a whim to say "Please Sir" in French and he stopped on a dime...he signed the only thing I had in my hand...a summons for jury duty!  (Let me tell you, jury duty in Paris, Kentucky Bourbon County is a very interesting experience...they pull hundreds into a beautiful old building and it is like a town reunion. Really amazing....Paris Kentucky should be on every bucket list....and stop by Clays and see my son bartending while going to school to be a patent lawyer).  Back to Calvin,  I still have his autograph on my jury summons.  Who knew Calvin was French?  Not lucky was that?

Even luckier than pulling the number 18 out of a hat yesterday and winning $130 on a $10 bet!  Besides that....if I had been a little earlier to the party I could have had grits in California which is a very rare instance.  How cool was that?  Very.  They totally were in the know of Kentucky.  So, after winning I did what my Kentucky/West Virginia Granny would have done (since my purse was locked in my car)....I tucked my winnings my bra.  Now my Granny would have pinned it in a handkerchief.  I just didn't happen to have one along with a safety pin as she would have.  She always told me "Don't go anywhere far without a $100 bill tucked right here." 

It was a lovely day and almost Kentucky on Derby Day...almost...because nothing matches Churchill Downs on Derby Day.  I admit though different than being at Churchill Downs...there is nothing like looking across vines on a lovely spring day with gracious hosts and watching the Kentucky Derby with such a view, after a fabulous spring party at Charlie and Pam's winery.  I am so blessed.

As for writing....I know I have not kept my commitment to blogging each month.  Truth be told I got myself into a bit of a pickle at hard would that be to predict....?  A Romance Writer in a large law firm?  That has the makings of trouble from the start.  The kinds of trouble someone like me can find herself getting into is simply endless....and utterly creative.  I always find new ways.....and I never really mean to!! Yikes.  I should add here for fun....that there is nothing romantic about the trouble I get into. 

So....I had to start fresh and I have been busy with trial preps and figuring out my new life.  I am enjoying my new life and new adventures. 

My editor and friend Liz keeps scolding me for not writing.  I write a few words here and there on the next book....but my head is into litigation and it is hard to get back into the book.  Trial prep is serious business so I work some on weekends when 7 keeps getting pushed back.....I need to set a goal.  I will soon.

No, I reveal nothing about next book.  I love the book.  It is just slow moving.  Maybe it will be like fine wine and it will get better over time.

In the meantime, thank you to all of you who buy my books and enjoy the first six anyway.  Maybe lucky number 7 will mean I don't need a day job!  Fantasy.  If only I could get it written!

I, however, as always am enjoying the adventures of life wherever they take me (even getting into trouble shows us the sharpness of life) and each day is a stitch or a quilt piece for another book someday and at some time if not......I plan a life well lived and feel so grateful for my first six books being done and appreciated by so many all over the world. 

I was very astonished at how many people at the party knew I was a writer and clearly were interested in my books.  I was a little embarrassed and shy about it.  I was honored that people at a party would seek me out to talk about it....I felt humbled and really sort of...unworthy in truth.

How dumb is that?  Of course, I am often a bit awkward at parties.  I suppose sometimes I do fit the bill of the reclusive eccentric author. 

Lucky I am surrounded by such good friends and beautiful people inside and out....especially friends that have such amazing wine....and are generous enough to share wine and the most amazing setting with a simple girl like me.

It was a beautiful day and I hope that to my family, friends and fans that this lovely spring day, the day after the Derby, brings you joy, health, love and so much happiness.

Playing it forward

by Rebecca Mance on 01/03/15

Happy New Year !

Again finishing out an even better year in my book sales.  Yes, The Chosen One is still my best seller worldwide.  I have explored various new venues for all of my books and it is starting to pay off.  More importantly in the new venues my other novels are starting to get notice and traction and I am gaining a little ground there.  That is so exciting.

Thank you for being moved by The Chosen One, I was very inspired when I wrote it.  My recent website visits vary from Burundi, Madagascar and Macedonia to Serbia and Malaysia and I am so honored that all of you have found something inspirational in The Chosen One. I am humbled beyond words. This was my least likely to succeed book so that is the amazing part.

You just can't stop a story when it is a good one and this one apparently has a worldwide appeal. So thank you to all of my fans, friends and family for believing in me and being there with encouragement.  I recently sold a few books in Nigeria and I just couldn't believe it!  So a reach out and Happy New Year to my newest fans.  It is an odd and amazing thing that bad publicity sells about as many books as good....I guess that is karma for you....good karma when you always play it forward and that is what I always do when I can.

In this new year I am working on the latest book, a follow on to The Wine Prince (friend of Elizabeth has her own adventure).  It has not been easy balancing the time with work so this book is going a little slower, but that is the life of an indie writer and we have to get inspiration on the run sometimes. 

I hope this New Year brings peace, happiness, inspiration and all good things to all of you.  Many, many blessings. 

Writing and living raw...with a raw heart

by Rebecca Mance on 12/06/14

Writers are the most passionate people in the world.  Romance writers have a passion that is so raw.....When I coined the phrase "write raw" it also means "live raw" and "love raw".

My mother used to take us every Sunday to the Catholic Church.  She always had two quarters in her purse.  She always gave one to the poor...someone poorer than her....and used the second with a dime to buy gas to go home.  My mother was amazing....

My Granny and my mother taught me what real women are like.  They are not women in perfect suits (though it is great if you can be that woman), holding themselves back from what they are....not even women with necessarily an education (though I encourage girls to go to college and be all they can be), or be in a top job.  Real women live by special gifts and rules...those are rules of the heart.  They know what it is to live by the heart.  My mother said to me countless stand up for what is matter the price. 

Real women can get coffee for men and like might be fun. It might make you feel like a woman.  Or if not getting coffee then cooking or laundry or whatever for those we love...or like...whatever.  Be you.  Always. There is nothing wrong with being a girl...whatever that means to you.

I made a number of promises to my mother who died when I was 16.  I promised her I would live every moment (which means live raw).  I promised her I would not compromise on anything that truly mattered.  I realize now that was an easy promise as I'd not do it any other way anyway. 

I also promised her I would live the life that she never had the chance to live (raw).  I've stayed true and always will, to those promises. 

Promises have to do with love and passion.  In this amazing season....whether your are a Christian or not, everyone can agree that a baby was born and he forever changed the world because of his deep passion, love for the world and many ideas....things that people had not even thought of in those reaching out to the less fortunate, forgiving others for doing bad things...he introduced ideas we take for granted...He was amazing. 

He was a person that believed in something so much he would sacrifice himself.  He even cared for those that betrayed him.  It is an amazing story even if you don't get in the loop of religion....or hope by believing that there is a reward.  What he did stands alone with its passion, sacrifice and most of all, love. 

I often say to my intellectual friends (much smarter than me obviously) that God keeps sending us people to tell us how to live and how to love.  What do we do?  We kill them off every time.  Not just in big ways like Aristotle, Plato and Jesus...but in small ways...when we hurt a minor person for some selfish we are scared or jealous or....there is some other agenda... we hurt people.  People hurt us. 

So, my blog message for this beautiful season is to not do that to anyone.  Don't mock the person who doesn't quite get things...that person who is a nerd....or the one that is a  little different...perhaps more passionate and offering a heart and idea...who knows???? might be a gift for you if you look deep enough.  You could find something and will find a golden nugget of great beauty in every single person.  I do.  Always. 

Aristotle said before his death, "You think you are something, when you are nothing."  He could have stayed the hand of what was to happen to him, however, he would not compromise.  He realized in passion that some things are worse than death.

Of course there is Joan of Arc and so many others...those people who are amazing because they show a path of transcending the smallness of the world sometimes. 

If you live by your heart, that is where you find the truth of everything.  Sure, people will mock you sometimes, betray you, or call out your passion, because it is out of the ordinary. Some simply do not understand.  Perhaps they wish they could feel things that is a beautiful thing...sometimes painfully beautiful, but beautiful all the same.  Not everyone has that gift.

Living up to your heart, being passionate about what you believe, being unwavering and uncompromising when it matters....and doing what you believe is truly right and good....which means thinking outside of self....that....that...that is living raw...that is loving raw....that is being the master of your own fate and being the captain of your soul. 

So tomorrow....I am going to live and write raw....listen to amazing Christmas music... And send my heartfelt Blessings to Christians and non-Christians...

It was the act.  It was the sacrifice for something bigger than self, that was the key to Jesus.  It was the passion.  Those are the things that change the world. Some religions believe Jesus is just a profit.  I am not smart enough to know for certain, I only know what I believe.

What I know and believe and can argue is that he sacrificed everything for ideals, he was passionate and he had a message that changed the world.   If everyone lived by his humble messages....does it really matter if you think he was who you think or he wasn't?  It was the message that mattered. That message was to love one another and do what is right no matter what.

Differences mean just occupying sacred space differently...but we should all move to the good.  We should all move to making the world better, bringing freedom, justice and love (of course lots of passion) to the world. 

When you fall down or someone pushes you...remember what Jesus said,  "Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they do."  Then pick yourself back up and keep moving to the good. 

Above all else, keep your passion.  Always live and love with that passion.

So...Merry Christmas to my worldwide fans!!!....Yes...Brazil now my biggest followers besides the mid-east...thank you! 

Blessings to everyone and my sincere thanks for yet another amazing month for my books.  No matter your religion, we are all moving in the same is just a matter of how we chose to occupy "Sacred space" and tradition.

Thank you friends, fans, followers and family.  I will continue to always write raw.

It is my most amazing year ever with my books....thank you so much. 

Blessing to the world. 

Sincere Regards,




Writing and working....a day job

by Rebecca Mance on 10/25/14

When I first got into writing, one of the things I learned early on from several seminars on writing was that you never write like you believe your mother will read your writing.  Obviously, in romance specifically, imagining your mother reading what you wrote is a little daunting.  Sadly my mother passed when I was 16 so it is a problem I wish I had. 

I really cannot believe how well I have done on my own as an indie writer and just feel honored and amazed when I sell books. However, like most writers, I cannot (yet)  make a living only on writing, so I have a day job.  This is really why I am in San Francisco working again....but I love it very much! 

However, one thing I have learned recently is that there might be something more embarrassing than your mother reading one of your steamy and sometimes downright erotic romances (The Wine Prince - Vine of Obsession for instance) and that is that your co-workers might read one of your that is a yikes thought! 

It was stunningly easy living out on a farm in the middle of Kentucky with 12 acres around me to write exactly what I felt like while in the "writing zone" which is like you have characters and a scene play out in your head and they just do what they want and take on their own life in directions you never dreamed they would! So thinking and then writing such (sexy and erotic) scenes was not too hard while walking the land with my dogs in is a whole different story in the real world of working and commuting!

While the thought is flattering and absolutely I am honored that anyone would purchase and read my books, it is sometimes a little disconcerting to imagine as I go through my day that someone I work with might have read one of said books!  For the first month at my new job, I hid my bag going in and out of work (which has my books on scenes of book covers is most certainly "inappropriate" in the workplace).  I was soon discovered and uncovered during a Google search by a co-worker.....Not that I was exactly hiding it, but it isn't like one puts THAT on her resume to work at a law firm (I have other much more relevant credentials like having a BA in Law Studies).

I admit the day job does get in the way of writing the next book as quickly as I would like.  Getting into the "zone" is much harder, but it also adds new elements to my life and book writing (not to mention pays the bills in full which is a really good thing!) Plus I work with really fun and interesting people which have become a family of sorts while I live away from my own real family..

So, dear readers, friends and fans, thank you for being there and yes, I am working on the next book (despite the slowness of my efforts). In the meantime you will know that somewhere in San Francisco is a romance writer disguising herself as a legal assistant....and hoping co-workers don't read her books, even if getting book sales is really important....giggles and yikes! 

When is the next book out?  Well....I am shifting between steamy romance or erotic again.  The book is about half written and I finally have fully formed characters.

Now it is a decision about the level of erotic. I have learned that it is darned hard to find a book on Amazon or other sites if you jump into maybe I will just push the envelope of steamy....Of course, this is certainly not a topic for around the coffee pot at my law firm....even if I might think about it on my lunch walk... more giggles. 

Thanks to you all who tune into my blog all over the world!  I can't believe how much my audience has grown...I promise I am day as a mild mannered legal assistant and by night an erotic romance writer.  Moving into the Thanksgiving and Christmas Seasons, I have much to be thankful for and am committed to doing a blog at least once a month despite my fun day job which has kept me rather busy!  I am having a great time...and who knows...perhaps there will be a book about lawyers someday....we will see...yikes yet again.

I still can't believe I sell books every day even while I race through my regular is a miracle really and I am humbled by the thought even while standing at a copy machine....and rushing to do a filing...

As always, many, many Blessings to all of my family, friends, fans and readers.  Thank you so much. 

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