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Mother’s Day Tribute

This is my first Mother’s Day without any of my grandmothers.  

Both my grandmothers, Rosemary Porter and Elizabeth Lyles, lived until their mid 90’s.  I can’t complain about that.  But I do miss their wisdom and their love.  How lucky I am to have had such wonderful women in my life.  There have been other wonderful women who have been lost in the past several years–Jackie Gaskins, my former mother-in-law and Sally Winn, one my mother’s best friends and a woman who was like a second mom to me from the time I was five years old on.  

There are other women who still look out for me, women who I adore:  my own mom, Marybeth Higuera, who is my first and biggest fan.  My boyfriend’s mom, Patricia Gurney, who makes me feel very loved.  My aunts, my friends’ mothers in Visalia (you know who you are!), Pi Phi alum across the country, and readers who share their love and support with me all the time.

I celebrate all moms today–new moms and mature moms.  I send love to every woman who shares her heart with others.  Thank you for your hard work, your sacrifices, your humor, patience and knowledge.  I am grateful.  The world is a better place because of you. I’d like to share something personal, too.  I like to think I’m the writer in my family, but my older brother Thom, a business professor at UNC Wilmington wrote the following words and shared them at my grandmother’s memorial service several weeks ago in Fresno.  I thought I’d put an edited version here in honor of my late grandmother and in honor of all grandmothers.

My Name is Thom Porter and Elizabeth Lyles was my grandmother.   

Elizabeth Lyles accomplished many things.  She started a business that has become incredibly successful, she gave of her time and money to causes she believed in, and she received many honors for the things she did.  These are all documented in the obituary that ran in the paper and is in the bulletin today.   However, the reason we are here today is not because of what she did, but because of who she was.   One thing that makes me the saddest is that my children will not grow up knowing my grandmother. They will hear bits and pieces much the way I’ve heard bits and pieces of my previous generations – but I don’t really know them.  Therefore even though they are not here as I was thinking about my remarks today, I thought about what I would like my kids to know about Elizabeth Lyles so they would know more than some facts and figures about what she did.  As I tell my children about my grandmother and how she was able to accomplish all she did I will tell them that in my opinion it had to do with her values.  Those internal beliefs of what is important in life.  Grandmother lived through and was shaped by what shaped many of her generation - the great depression.  Her values are her legacy as much if not more so than the company founded and helped build or any gifts she had been able to make as a result of her successes because these values have been handed down to her kids who in turn have handed them down to their kids and so on.  And it is a testament to these values that so many of her kids and grandkids have achieved success in their chosen professions.   So what are these core values that I will be attempting to pass along to my kids?  I want to touch on three key big ones 1) loyalty   2) substance over style & 3) Industriousness in life  

Loyalty – Elizabeth Lyles formed lasting and long term relationships – whether it be in her personal life, her business life or the organizations she devoted herself to. I can’t speak from experience on the relationship she had with her husband – but it must have been something very special.  They started from so little – created a small pipeline construction company. They worked together as a team raising their kids and building that company.  She formed close friendships that she was able to maintain over the course of many many years.  The team that she worked with at LDI – so many of which have been there (or were there) for years and years are extremely loyal – which I think reflect the value of loyalty that was part of my grandmother’s make-up.   My grandmother’s house today looks pretty much like I remember it as a child growing up.  One place in her kitchen she proudly displayed little knick-knacks and presents she has received over the years.  Well one year when I was about 7 or 8 I wanted to give grandma a Christmas present that I chose all by myself and I found the ugliest little pinecone owl thing.  Well I think it says something about her loyalty that that darn owl is to this day on display in her kitchen 38 years later.  Substance Over Style – There are so many people in the world who are primarily concerned about what shows on the outside.  They want the fanciest cars, houses, & clothes – but when you look behind the flashy facade there really isn’t a whole lot there.   Elizabeth Lyles was the opposite – she was substance over style – or perhaps substance was her style.  Her successes brought her the resources that she could use to give to the causes she valued most – but she took very little for herself.     One of my favorite stories about my grandmother was the time not all that long ago that she finally concluded that it would be useful to have a credit card.  It can’t have been more than 20 years ago so grandmother would have been in her mid to late seventies.  Well she must have undersold her financial resources a bit on the application, because this woman who was still working every day and was chairman of LDI was turned down for a credit card.  (Which by the way they basically beg freshmen in college to take).  As I remember the rest of the story Paul Read made a call on her behalf to BofA letting them know who they had turned down for credit and that problem was promptly fixed – but never the less – it is representative to me of her preference for understatement. Substance over style.  

Industriousness – Elizabeth Lyles was industrious.  And I don’t just mean a little industrious - I mean she was off the charts industrious.  She went to work every day down at the Lyles company working on the books and her reports until time finally caught up with her eight years ago – when she was 88 years old. Just to years ago she presided over the shareholders meeting of LDI and she was as spry and as in command as ever banging that gavel.     

But industriousness wasn’t just confined to work.  Elizabeth Lyles was a doer – giving time to organizations she cared about.  She read, she traveled on elder hostels to learn, she was passionate about genealogy – a passion she was able to share with her grandson Will Lyles, she played games, she went to the theatre and sporting events.  She was a participator in life and not just a spectator.    

My grandmother lived 96 years.  Oh the things she must have seen.  She lived through two world wars, a depression, amazing technological advances, personal tragedies and many successes.  I have been a witness to less than half of that time, but from my observation she was always optimistic, matter of fact and above all happy.  I don’t mean happy all the time – but I mean genuinely happy and contented with life.  What a lesson – Hard work + Loyalty + Understanding what really matters = Happiness.  That is the legacy she leaves and the lesson I would like to leave to my children about their grandmother.    

Muscle and the Muse

I need to start working out again.

It’s not just my weight, it’s my confidence.  I’m a nervous nilly when it comes to writing these days.  I throw up roadblocks before I’ve even sat down at my keyboard.  I don’t have time to write.  I’m too busy to write.  I’ve too many blogs/essays/interviews to do and when I’m done with all that writing I don’t have energy left for my manuscript. 

It’s pathetic.  I’m feeling pathetic and beating myself up doesn’t accomplish a lot but I’m close to hitting rock bottom here and must take action.

I need to write.

I need to exercise.

I need to cut back on sugar and carbs.

Yes, ice cream is lovely and See’s chocolates are divine, but popping yummy little morsels into my mouth isn’t helping hips, waist or confidence.  Must think like a warrior again.  Must think tough.

Starting today I’m getting serious about the right things, and putting my writing and work out plan at the top of my priority list.  Okay, kids and spiritual well-being are above writing and exercise, but I think there’s room for all four in my life.  I certainly don’t think God is calling me to the freezer and that carton of full-fat Dreyer’s Cookie Dough Ice Cream.  Or the box of See’s candies stashed way back on the top of my fridge.

So goodbye ice cream.  Goodbye chocolates.  Goodbye generous portions.  I’m over being soft and lazy.  I’m hungry for the lean, mean me.  Heck, I’m hungry just to fit in to my favorite jeans again.

I’m hungry to feel like a writer again.

So this is it.  My let’s-get-my-act together and be the professional I know  can be.  Which means writing well, and writing long.   I must start producing more words, must start getting the pages done and the chapters lined up so that my readers will have another book from me.  As glorious as my blog is, I somehow don’t think readers will accept that in lieu of a new novel.  (Or will you?  Because if you enjoy my blog as much, if not more, than I think we have a winner….but no, wait, I’m not paid to blog, am I?)

But I can’t do it alone.  I need your help.  I need to know others are out there sacrificing their sweet tooth and spending hours at the keyboard.  So if you’re on a diet, a fitness routine, or working on a book, please let me know you’re sweating and swearing, too.  Wait, no, that’s not right.  I must be more positive.  Let me know you’re focused and energized and excited about your priorities, too.

So here’s to the rest of my new life! 

Well, to the rest of my May!  Here’s to building muscle and focusing the muse. 

And dropping a pant size. 

Oh yeah.  And finishing that $%!@ book.

Be Jane’s Best Bud

It’s auction time again.

Every year I donate items to Brenda Novak’s auction which raises money to find a cure for diabetes and this year I’m giving away two items: a trip to Hawaii (which includes air, hotel, surf lessons and spending money) and a Be Jane’s Best Friend For a Year.

The Hawaii trip will be up all month and is already enjoying some serious bidding, but the Be Jane’s Friend package is a one day bidding event and it’s about to start.

The details as posted on Brenda Novak’s site: “Jane Porter is going to make you her new best friend for the next year! Once a month from June 2008 through May 2009, Jane will send you a surprise package filled with signed books, goodies and gifts. Every month you’ll receive at least one of her signed novels, plus a new copy of one of her favorite novels she’s read, along with fun seasonal gifts like Valentine chocolates, Easter sweets, and Christmas cookies. Every month you’ll also receive a note from Jane wishing you a happy month.”

Sound like fun? Then do go over and bid! The item opens officially for bids on May 8th and closes on the 9th. You’ll have one day to bid for all the fun treats I’ve got planned, and I do have some fun things planned like the “Movie Night” month where the winner gets a box packed with popcorn, DVD movies, boxes of sweets and more.

The url for the Be Jane’s Friend package is here and once you’re over there, do take time to browse through the hundreds of incredible items Brenda’s friends and fans have donated for this year’s auction. I’m bidding on some of the goodies, including lunch with a favorite author, signed books by another author I adore, and jewelry.

So head over to www.brendanovak.com and start shopping. And don’t forget to win my prizes and affection for the next 12 months!

Launching Mrs Perfect

It’s here.  Mrs. Perfect is here, on the shelves, and tomorrow night I celebrate the launch of Mrs. Perfect with a fun new release party at Bellevue’s Barnes & Noble followed by chocolate-tinis and dessert at Ooba’s. 

I’ve done this four times now.  I should be an old pro by now. 

Instead I’m nervous.

I am nervous because I have lofty goals and dreams.  I am nervous because I am secretly fearful my dreams might be bigger than me, never mind an objective reality. 

I am nervous because I want this book, just like every book, to do well.  I want Mrs. Perfect to enjoy numerous–and large–reprintings.  I want the story be embraced by readers.  I want, oh how I want, Mrs. Perfect to be supported by brilliant sales.

It’s a curse to want so much.  I shouldn’t want so much.  I should be happy that I’m published.

Ah, I’m a wicked girl.   It’s not enough to be merely published.  It’s never enough, not after the first book, not after the first contract and first pub date and first release.  No, publication has turned my head.  Now I’m just plain greedy. Greedy and bold, impractical and egotistical.  I dream big dreams.  My dreams weigh on me.

How do we reconcile ourselves to what is?  How do we accept that we might be mere mortals?  That our dreams might never come to pass?

How do we learn to say: this is good.  This is enough.

I do not know.  I wish I did. 

But until then, I will wish Mrs. Perfect a glorious debut.  I will wish my readers a wonderful nights read.  I will wish my children and friends much love and an adventerous life.

And maybe this is how we reconcile.  With love and good humor, with compassion and kindness, we scale back the expectations.  We ease off the pressure.  We pull back demands.

Instead of more, we say thank you.  Instead of jump, we say float.  Sail.  Savor.

It’s time I took a deep breath.  Time to enjoy the ride.

It is, after all, a new adventure. 

And lest we forget, tomorrow night we have much reason to celebrate.  We’re not just serving dessert at Ooba’s.  We’re pouring some seriously decadent chocolate-tinis.  Party, anyone?

On Set

What an amazing week.

For one week I felt like a VIP. It was so cool. Being on the set was far more interesting, far more exciting and far more fun than I expected. Okay, I’m not a good extra. I got hot. And bored. And I’d wander away from the extras to behind the camera where I’d sit with a headset and listen in as the director gave directions and the actors did their scenes.

I met Heather on that first day, too, and then we talked on Wednesday, and then by Thursday I felt comfortable enough to hug her goodbye.

Jane with Heather Locklear on the set of Flirting with Forty

I have photos with Heather and pics with Robert Buckley. Rob and Heather wanted to meet Ty Gurney and they quizzed us on what it was like being the real Jackie and Kyall (as Kai is called in the movie). But it wasn’t just the stars who made me feel welcome. The crew went out of their way to be kind and make sure I enjoyed my days on the set. From Vicki who secured my first headset and chair, to Lotus in hair, and Casey and Linda in wardrobe, I was made to feel welcome and wanted. I know writers aren’t stars in Hollywood. Writers are very low on the totem pole of respect and power, but the crew and cast didn’t treat me that way. They thanked me for giving them work. They thanked me for giving women opportunities. And they asked about the book. They asked if the book differed from the script and wanted to know what I thought of the scenes I’d seen.

I told them what I’ll tell you: it’s great. It’s going to be such a fun holiday movie. Robert has a very hot bod and there was terrific chemistry between Heather and Rob. Now I didn’t watch them film the love scenes but I did see the surfing scenes and restaurant scenes and water fall scenes and I loved it. The director was brilliant and he brought this story to life. Lifetime should be proud. I’m proud.

It’s Saturday noon and I can’t wait to share more details and photos but right now I’m sitting at the gate at the Honolulu airport and they’re boarding my flight. If I don’t close my computer now, I won’t make the flight and as you know, I need to get home. There’s going to be a big launch party in just days and it’s time I became a writer and left the Hollywood glitz behind. However, do stay tune. More is coming. Much more!

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Being Reviewed

I changed.   

Getting published–and reviewed–changed me.  In the beginning, way back in March 2001 when I had my first Harlequin Presents published, the bad reviews floored me.  I felt humiliated in a very public way.  The Romantic Times and Amazon reviews haunted me, playing through my head endlessly.  It took me 15 years to sell that first book and I had been so excited to have it come out only to have it shredded.  Of course, looking back I see now I should have expected it.  People like to voice their opinion.  And for some people, voicing their opinion strongly feels good.  Makes them feel powerful.  But I was naive, and didn’t expect it, and those nasty comments hurt.  For a long time.


The negative reviews continued for my first three books and without meaning to, my stories changed.  My voice changed.  I held back.  I grew careful, even protective.  It hurt taking pot-shots in a public venue and I wanted to please people.  I wanted everyone to like my stories.  I wanted them to like me.  Instead, I lost some of my readers when my stories changed.  I gained some readers, too, but I did keep writing and gradually I found my footing again, as well as some confidence.  Not huge confidence.  But enough.


Move forward three and a half years and I needed a break from writing romance so I wrote my first draft of a new story, a story I thought of as chick-lit but chick-lit done my way.  The story sold to Warner Books and was published as The Frog Prince in May 2005.  There were lots of good reviews.  And there were lots of bad reviews.  And what some people criticized most, was the very thing others cherished.  It was then that I had an epiphany:  I couldn’t please everyone.   I wasn’t going to be able to please everyone.  More so, I shouldn’t want to please everyone.   This epiphany made me a stronger person.  And a much better writer.


Now when I write I never worry about those who toss out the one stars and two stars, or those who are disappointed, or those who use words like “ick” and “icky” in reviews because I need those readers as much as the readers who email me to say my story made them laugh, or cry, or both.  I write for those who need me.  Whoever they are.  Where ever they are.   I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again:  I write for the women who would be my friend in ‘real life’, who’d have coffee with me and tell me about their lives and I’d tell them about mine.  We’d laugh about the kids and husbands, groan over the kids and husbands, and ultimately feel good that we’re loved and not alone.


You see, my books are a chance for me to say to each and every reader:  you matter.  You’re important.  You deserve a wonderful life.  And if it doesn’t come through?  If my stories or message doesn’t work for you?  That’s okay.  That’s good.  There are millions of other books out for the readers who want something else.  Heck, that’s what the publishing industry is all about.   With that said, if you are one of the readers that like my books, and if you are comfortable posting reviews, please head to Amazon or Barnes & Noble.com and let others know your opinions.  Every opinion counts and I believe strongly in countering the negative with positive, so if you do get a review posted, let me know and I’ll send you a small gift as a token of my appreciation.  I’ve ordered a bunch of fun Jane Porter water bottles perfect for the beach, the gym, the car, or a tote bag and I’d love to send you one as a thank you for supporting me because your support is hugely appreciated.  Your support is why I keep writing.