Wow its been awhile!

Well, its been awhile since i have been on here!! My illness seems to be better...I still have good days and bad days. I am back on the radio station which takes up a lot of my time...We are members of a new church...The kids REALLY keep us busy!

But enough about me... +Seth Eaves has really been working on the book of short stories...but then so much more comes to his mind and he has decided to go different routes...so we STILL have nothing published! I have really been on him about at least getting me one book out there...but he wants it perfect haha! A lot of you have been asking about more stories...I am working on him going for something to share...So hopefully soon~~ Thanks for the continued support and prayers~
 

Art By Lisa!

I want to give some kudos to Lisa Lappi! She is an AMAZING artist who did this painting for my and Seth's wedding...

In case you forgot what we look like:

We are VERY excited that she has decided to be on board with us for Seth's artwork for his books! More information about Lisa can be found at: https://www.facebook.com/ArtistryByLisaLappi

Congrats to Lisa Lappi! She won $75 and her picture will be the cover to Seth's book of short stories titled "Before the Storm." Check out more of her work at https://www.facebook.com/ArtistryByLisaLappi

A Question Of Heaven intro

“And I swear to you, if you re-elect me for a third term I will do what it takes to send those troublesome rebels back to the hole on Korhol they climbed out of!”

Federation President Andrew Martin smiled, basking in the applause and cheers of his faithful followers, whom without he knew a second, and possibly third term, would never have been possible.

“Now my opponent, he is a good man. I’m not going to slander him or his character but let me point something out to you. When we first started hearing about the Korhal Liberation Front, I was half-way through my first term. I have been there since the beginning. Mr. Ragsdale however, was still a wet behind the ears senator from a backwater planet.

“Am I saying he would be a bad president because of his inexperience? No! What I am saying is, I was in this position when they started this war, let me be there when we finish it!”

The roof almost blew off the building as everybody cheered. With a warm smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes, Adam waved to the masses as he walked away from the podium.

Even though the hall was only a mere fifty feet from the entrance, it still took nearly an hour for him to reach it, for Adam is a people’s President. His motto was ‘If you lose contact with the people then you lose contact with the reason you are in this position’ and he firmly believed that he should never walk away from any hand that wanted a shake, and shoulder that wanted a hug or any baby that wanted a kiss. It was this charm and his down to earth, ‘aw shucks’ personality, along with his strong no-nonsense stance on terrorism, massive tax cuts and improvement to the galactic economy that constantly brings in high approval rates.

It also won him a top spot on the Korhal Liberation Front’s list of targets.

“Wonderful speech Mr. President,” a local man said as he vigorously shook Adam’s hand. “Very moving, very classy.”

“Thank you. I appreciate all the support I can get.”

Finally, the retinue of security guards and political advisors made it to the foyer, where Adam’s press secretary was waiting with a communicator in her hand.

“Sorry to bother you Mr. President but there is a Lestra’ad on the line who wishes to speak to you.”

A huge smile appeared on Adam’s face as he accepted the tiny device. “Rowan! Good to hear from you old friend.”

“And you as well,” the amphibious alien responded. “Very moving speech.”

“Oh, you caught the broadcast did you?”

“Of course I did! Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Adam chuckled as he walked towards the doors.

“Then why on Earth didn’t you come to it in person? Joveria is only a few parsecs from Earth. Shoot in, shoot out. We could have done a tandem conference. I talk about my re-election hopes and you talk about the hunt for the terrorist leader.”

At this Lestra’ad laughed, but with slightly less humor than his friend. “I’m afraid I was too busy doing the afore mentioned hunting terrorists.”

Adam sighed, suddenly feeling his years hit him. “When is this going to end old friend? We are much too old to continue. War and politics are games for the young.”

“All too true. Sadly though, as long as there are terrorists to hunt and crooked politicians to keep in check, we will never gain rest.”

“No rest for the wicked eh?”

“That saying could apply for me I’m sure but you? What’s the most evil thing you have ever done, jay walk?”

Both men laughed at this as Adam walked out into the street, security men all around him.

“Listen Rowan, I am about to head back to Earth. How about tomorrow morning I meet you at that little bistro in downtown Iacon for breakfast? If memory serves, it’s my turn to pay.”

“Actually it’s my turn to pay but I wouldn’t expect a boy scout like you to say that.”

The next one and a half minutes was such a blur that had things gone better, Adam would claim to never remember fully.

Stepping off the curb as he lowered his head to get into his car, a bolt whizzed by, singing some of the gray hair on top. Turning his head to see what the whizzing sound had been, he watched as a hole burned into the chest of the security guard behind him. Instantly, two pairs of hands pressed him closer to the ground.

“We have shots fired! I repeat, shots fired,” another security agent called into his walkie. “We have one man dead but the president is ok.”

“Did he say shots were fired? What the hell is going on Adam?”

“Mr. President, we have to get you in the car!” The agent on Adam’s left side yelled. Roughly, the two men picked him up, careful to keep his head hidden behind the car as much as possible.

“Adam! What the brix is happening over there!”

Another flash appeared in the night sky, and suddenly the head of the man holding up Adam’s right arm caved in on itself. Adam felt the communicator slip from his hand as the man’s dead body slid off his arm. He made an attempt to go back for it but the guard on his left kept pulling.

“Come on Mr. President! There’s no time!”

Adam glanced back at the communicator and the two bodies lying on the ground. An odd feeling began tugging at the back of his mind but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

“Drive! We have to get the president out of here!” The guard yelled at the driver as he closed the door behind them.

The driver nodded as he pressed the ignition switch to the car. For a brief second the engine stuttered as if it didn’t want to start. The driver thought nothing of it but Adam knew. He also figured out what that feeling had been.

Ah yes, he thought to himself, seconds before the flames engulfed his body. That was Death breathing down my neck.

MEGADETH!

So one of Seth's passions is Megadeth so from git-go of our relationship, even though I am not a heavy-metal type of gal (i love my country and Christian music), I set out to try to do my best to one day take him to a concert. Guess what. Not only was I able to get him a concert 2 days after saying "I do" BUT I was able to get him the ULTIMATE wedding gift...a PHOTO-OP with the band. That meant we would be able to be up close and personal to his hero Dave Mustaine. The 1st two concerts were performed by Lacuna Coil and Volbeat...and then came the big show...MEGADETH. BUT some idiots, who thought body surfing was something all crowd members wanted to be apart of, decided to come our way and I was kicked back to back in the face and my head slammed into the baracade. My husband loved me so much that Megadeth was no longer on his mind...so he ditched his FRONT ROW spot to make sure I was ok. I tried talking him into going back and getting his spot back. BUT he wouldnt listen...still all in all...we had a blast. I got a cool souvenir to show off for a few days and my love got the best gift anyone could ever get him! He told me after I got him the tickets of a Megadeth concert he attended and the girl he was with at the time threw a fit when he wanted to by a $20 CD so he could go backstage. So when I realized that I replaced a sad memory with a happy one...I was once again reminded how much we really belong together. I sure  do love my husband!

A new idea!

So Momma Nan had an idea (Nancy Eaves the mother of Seth) that I think is so amazing! As she was reading one of his short stories, she noticed how much color comes out in his writing and suggested he get with his cousin Cliff Sapaugh and make a graphic novel! On day 1 of my new life as 100% dedicated to Seth and kids I researched a little bit and I may have found an editor to get his novel ready for the kindle app...

Tomorrow I will be looking into getting Seth enrolled in college; he will be pursuing the career of a psychologist but with the help of some writing classes I think he will be on his way to show off more of his talent! More progress reports to come!

Jamie's thoughts

I am going to take some time to voice out my opinion. This blog is used to promote Seth's talent and something was said that just irritated me. Everything is about perspective....a view...an image that is unique to each person. One word that can alter someone's perspective. Jaded.Perspective is used as my email, as my blog...because the things in life that cause us to be jaded...they are a little of what makes us. Seth and I both were cheated on in the past. Every horror story has two sides and people can have reasons to try and justify what was done...My ex will tell you that I was cold to him...I dont know "her" side on her reason for giving up but both gave up on what they promised to us. A promise in front of God and everyone we hold dear to us. Everything has cause and effect...I was cold for a reason...reasons that I wont go into. But the point is, we all have our side and perspectives on what happens.

I wont trash either ex because every person in life has faults and things they wish they could take back.I like to imagine them regretting how bad they caused us to hurt, that they are sorry. Things I cant ever know. I will not say they are bad people. In fact, what they did caused both me and Seth to find each other and get to start something happy...But I will say that both did do something that caused a lot of hurt that we both have to still deal with. I have to remember that Seth is not my ex and vise-versa. I want to SO BAD reveal why I am on this frustrated rampage but Seth asked me to leave it alone. I am trying to leave it alone. But for the audience that reads his short stories and my thoughts associated along the lines of promoting my Seth's talent, one word can be damaging and one word can distort one's perspective. This will be the only post on the subject and I only write it to ask this. If you are on this site....be here to read the talent of Seth. If you do have something to say other than positive...(unless you are giving useful criticisms) email one of us. SethEaves@gmail.com or Jaded.Perspectice@gmail.com but not on here. I do not like to launder my dirties for the world to see.