The Riders welcome back the ever-delightful Tawny Weber today with some thoughts about balance. And she’s got a copy of SEX, LIES AND MIDNIGHT for one lucky commenter, so show her some love, and tell us how you keep balance in your life.
Unless you do yoga these days, balance is probably a challenge. I know it is for me. Especially at times like this when I’m running the final lap of a deadline, promoting my back-to-back releases and prepping workshops for presentation. But balance is one of my goals this year, so balance I will achieve (okay, positive thinking has to help, right?)
Balance… what? Balance sounds great, doesn’t it. But until I defined which areas were a priority, I couldn’t begin working towards that great sounding state of life. I mulled for awhile, and the areas I decided I needed to balance in my life are writing and career, family, my health and me time.
I can’t—okay, won’t, but that equals can’t, right?—cut back on my writing commitments, given that my deadlines commit me at least halfway through the year so far, those are set in stone. Family time is pretty solid, but it’s not an area I will cut back on either. So really, if I only worry about these two, I’m set. But way too often, I ditch my exercise program, meditation, socializing and hobbies because the other two do take up all my focus.
I want those lunches out with my girlfriends and chatty call times. I want to get my scrapbooks caught up – my youngest is twelve and her baby book still isn’t finished, for crying out loud. And I have to stick with the exercise and meditation for my health and sanity.
I’m not sure, but here’s what I’m going to try. Family and writing actually do have set times each day, although the usually bleed into all the other minutes on the clock if I’m not careful. So the trick is to embrace (aka, find a good book on the subject and learn it!) time management. That way I’m making the most of those times. Exercise and meditation have to be done daily, but I’m dragging my daughter kicking and screaming into those with me. See, that’s family time, right? Scrapbooking and bff time I figure I’ll aim to enjoy at least one session of each of these every week. More if I can, but never less.
Is it doable? I’d like to think so. I mean, it’s my goal for the year and I did that positive thinking thing, so it should be. Of course, goals are a funny thing. Maya Black is big on goals, and has that intense, slightly obsessive focus with making those goals into a reality. The trick is figuring out of the goals are worth keeping once they’re achieved. Maya is the heroine in my latest release, SEX, LIES AND MIDNIGHT. Here’s a snippet from her point of view. :
Maya’s gaze wandered, noting the twinkling lights framing the balcony, the few occupied tables and the noted lack of excitement she was feeling.
She’d been doing this normal life thing for three years now. In part, to prove she could. But mostly because she’d never had normal growing up. Like some kids craved the exotic, she’d craved average.
But she’d come to realize that average, after awhile, was pretty damned boring. Hence Dave. And he was a nice guy. She just didn’t feel any real excitement, any wildly hot energy between them.
Maybe it was time to move on?
She stood to walk toward the balcony wall and get a better view of the Golden Gate, but accidentally knocked her water bottle off the table as she rose.
It spun across the outdoor carpet toward the shadows. She hurried over to grab it just as it rolled to a stop at a pair of feet clad in high-end cowboy boots.
Maya sighed. A cowboy in California? Oh, please.
Keeping her eye roll to herself, she stopped a foot away and checked out the rest of the wild west show. Her mental sneer shifted as her gaze climbed up long, long jean clad legs, a leather belt around a narrow waist and a chest that begged to be nuzzled. The collar of a dark green shirt was opened, his jacket looked pricey and… She let her gaze finish the climb.
And felt the earth shift just a little.
Oh baby, he was gorgeous.
A square jaw and slashing cheekbones were the perfect frame for a face that could sell magazines, cars and women’s souls. Long-lashed eyes echoed the green of his shirt, his lips were kissably full and the only thing keeping him from being a pretty boy was a scar, high on his cheekbone.
One side of his mouth quirked in amusement at her inspection, he bent down to grab the bottle.
“Yours?” he asked, his voice declaring his right to wear those thousand dollar cowboy boots. Cultured, rich and definitely southern.
“Thank you,” Maya murmured, taking the water. “Are you enjoying the party?”
“I appreciate the view,” he returned. His voice was as sexy as his face. Husky and low, making her think of magnolia blossoms and mint juleps, silk sheets and naked bodies. Maya wished it were a little cooler on the patio, since her body was feeling very, very hot.
He nodded toward the doors leading to the Christmas festivities, and asked, “How about you? Are you having a good time?”
The tiny hairs on the back of Maya’s neck stood up. She didn’t know why. Other than being way too sexy for his own good, he shouldn’t make her feel threatened. Should he? She’d seen him before so he was legit, and he was gorgeous.
It was probably the gorgeous part that was setting off her warning signals. To say nothing of making her body go into sexual hyper drive.
Once or twice, she’d thought she could have her cake and eat it too. That she could be average and still give in to the wild, passionate side of her nature. But she’d been burned, hard. So she avoided all guys who tripped her passion meter. It’d only been a few months ago that she’d even felt safe dating a mellow, safe guy like Dave.
But this guy would not only trip the meter, he’d send it spinning out of control. Because he’d demand everything. He’d plumb the depths of passion, he’d discover untapped levels of sensuality that Maya was pretty sure were hiding beneath the surface. He had the potential to drive her straight over the edge to crazy.
But average girls who didn’t like to attract attention didn’t do crazy.
So what would your ideal balance be? What do you want more of (besides love, money and yummy chocolate, of course), and what do you want and need to do but wish you could manage a little better. And have you ever set a goal, worked hard to achieve it, and then realized it wasn’t something you really wanted?
Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze since her first book hit the shelves in 2007. When not obsessing over deadlines, she’s shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking or hanging out on Facebook and Twitter. Come by and visit her on the web at www.tawnyweber.com
In December of 2011 Tawny launched her Undercover Ops series with SEX, LIES AND MISTLETOE. The second book in the series, SEX, LIES & MIDNIGHT is on shelves in January 2012, quickly followed in February by SEX, LIES & VALENTINES. You can read the first chapter of SEX, LIES & MIDNIGHT on her website, too – all you have to do is join the Reader LoveFest! Be sure to follow Tawny on her Holiday Survival Tour as she celebrates these three books with tons of fun and a chance for readers to win a $100 giftcard!