<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:06:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Plot This</title><description>Literary Athletes, who finish STRONG!  And then celebrate with a lot of fried food...</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-1957085911247738568</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T08:23:21.699-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Wacom</category><title>Look what I've got!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Sx0PqJDgyeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Wp4NK6soFjU/s1600-h/wacom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Sx0PqJDgyeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Wp4NK6soFjU/s400/wacom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412499543828777442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reward (or actually an early Christmas present) for signing with super-agent, my husband bought me a Wacom tablet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this gorgeous piece of plastic, I can draw just like I'm using a pencil, and my drawings will appear on my computer screen . . . where I can EASILY edit them and move characters around within scenes in my story. EASILY.  Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so learning how to use a new piece of technology always involves me spouting out words that you will never see in one of my children's picture books.  But, once I get this thing figured out, I'm going to be&lt;i&gt; streamlined&lt;/i&gt; as I work up my book dummies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still plan to use good old fashioned paper with pens, watercolors and gouache for my final illustrations.  But there are forests worth of trees that I would normally use just to &lt;b&gt;plan &lt;/b&gt;what those final illustrations will be--plus, until now I've been going through the time-consuming process of drawing on paper, scanning into my computer, redrawing the image a tiny bit differently, scanning again, over and over again  (the whole time spouting out words that are not appropriate for children . . . )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a minute.  Let's think about this.  I'm saving hours of time and reams of paper.   This thing has already paid for itself.  I mean, I'm saving so much money, I'm practically &lt;i&gt;making&lt;/i&gt; money.  Maybe I should buy myself another gift . . . suggestions???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-1957085911247738568?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-what-ive-got.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Sx0PqJDgyeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Wp4NK6soFjU/s72-c/wacom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-8957215264089124828</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T07:37:26.715-06:00</atom:updated><title>Realizing Joy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxLGJs0KG6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/GXn-RaVXmfg/s1600/book-christmas-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxLGJs0KG6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/GXn-RaVXmfg/s320/book-christmas-tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409603972376435618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to sell my book.  And when I say "sell" I mean, "sell &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't sell it, I will still be happy.  Make that joyous.  I'm not sure I realized this until a few days ago, but the fact remains that writing this book, pursuing publication, attending conferences, and meeting loads of people in the process has brought me more joy than I have ever experienced in my life.  Seriously.  Outside of the normal joys of being healthy, having a wonderful husband and two beautiful children, writing is the single biggest love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Thanksgiving I found myself getting into bed one night and pondering my characters as if I had a secret lover.  I laid there and wondered what I might have them do, or say, and what plot angles I might use. The next morning I took some notes and thought, "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to get to do this." I mean how many people discover the career of their dreams? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ever?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxLGJeRCKbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pKeS3BvSn20/s1600/bboks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxLGJeRCKbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pKeS3BvSn20/s320/bboks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409603968471017906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Therefore, although it's my greatest desire to be able to walk into a Barnes and Noble and buy my book (off of this table - or have it made into a giant Christmas tree :-). I will try to remember that the real joy has come from simply being allowed to write it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-8957215264089124828?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/realizing-joy.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxLGJs0KG6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/GXn-RaVXmfg/s72-c/book-christmas-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-3010612467166634620</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T19:22:17.102-06:00</atom:updated><title>Random Honesty, volume 1</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxVquw4gj7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q0Z7dhTX9E4/s1600/Honest+Scrap.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxVquw4gj7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q0Z7dhTX9E4/s320/Honest+Scrap.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410347878983962546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been awarded the "Honest Scrap" award by the two lovely bloggers, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/msjwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. J&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shannonkodonnell.blogspot.com/"&gt; Shannon O'Donnell&lt;/a&gt;!!!  Thanks, Girls!  We love us some awards :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have to tell you ten honest things about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KATIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have serious comma issues. I have no idea, where to put them. See?&lt;br /&gt;2. I rarely watch TV and am jealous of Lila's knowledge of all things Bravo. But, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; watch movies.  And it is truly a sickness.  Anytime I even have a glitch of writer's block, I instant download a movie.  And not a scary, or faced paced, or even popular one, usually.  Yesterday, it was Kate and Leopold.  You remember that one? It probably got crummy reviews, but I will happily watch it again and again and again. I adore it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I know SF and I talk about southern food a lot, but I seriously love it. When we lived in Orange County, we almost went buck wild trying to find mashed potatoes and BBQ. It was impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love public speaking. I sometimes day dream about it. But it also makes me nervous, and I sometimes cry mid speech.&lt;br /&gt;5. Just like my character, I am a makeup fanatic. I don't wear a ton but I have always owned a bunch and used to think Sephora was as good as Disney World.&lt;br /&gt;6.  SF will be funnier on these and make me second guess all of my answers :-(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARAH FRANCES&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooooo!  The pressure . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I hate confrontations (sad that I used to be a lawyer).  I hate them to the point that I nearly have a panic attack complete with nausea, heart-racing, and crazy convulsions.  It's embarrassing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I also hate public speaking--Katie, I'll tag you for help with my, ahem, KEYNOTE!  (sorry about the private joke shared by our LA SCBWI crew--I'd try to explain it, but like most private jokes . . . ya had to be there, and it just wouldn't be funny).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I am currently addicted to &lt;i&gt;Weeds&lt;/i&gt; which stars Mary Louise Parker as a pot-dealing soccer mom.  I'm way behind the curve and still on Season One, but it is my favorite guilty pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I have a gigantic crush on Jack Nicholson.  Huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I'm buying lavender bath salts at &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; Walmart (Dr. Teal's), repackaging it with raffia and cute bags . . . maybe a seashell as a scoop.  And, I'm going to give these to all of my friends for Christmas, swearing that I got them at some fabulous spa in Chicago when I was there last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Uh.  Maybe I shouldn't have spilled that last one?  If any of our readers are also on my Christmas list, just know that your gift was packed with LOVE.  Besides, if you've never tried Dr. Teal's lavender bath soak, you should.  His eucalyptus one is dreamy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-3010612467166634620?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-honesty-volume-1.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxVquw4gj7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q0Z7dhTX9E4/s72-c/Honest+Scrap.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-107198821020466767</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T07:33:26.331-06:00</atom:updated><title>My Secret Weapon</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxGmmckjRII/AAAAAAAAAY4/KbA91xzWgG0/s1600/Jeannie+and+Jeff+at+closing+ceremonies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxGmmckjRII/AAAAAAAAAY4/KbA91xzWgG0/s320/Jeannie+and+Jeff+at+closing+ceremonies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409287806883415170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe that you can't write a book without a highly qualified support team. I have blogged about &lt;a href="http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-incorporated-behind-scenes.html"&gt;KISS, Inc&lt;/a&gt;. before, but it's true - without the support of a large group of friends, family and other authors, I feel that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; one can write a good book.  Keep in mind, within this group, I also count those supportive peeps who give kind and helpful &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rejections&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, I am more thankful for these people than almost any. Any, that is, except for one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... My Secret Weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main weapon in my arsenal of tricks, is none other than my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having just finished reading my book for the umpteenth time, she is not only encouraging and persistant in her good advice, but, she's a grammatical &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;, helping me locate rogue commas and overused words that pop up like evil terrorists.  Her background in poetry and English makes her an indispensable tool for getting my manuscript in tip top shape before it ever even crosses my agent's desk. Mom has single handedly made me a Revision Goddess, a title I flaunt proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never have done this without you.  And for this reason, when I DO sell this sucker, it will be dedicated whole heartedly to you. Thank you so much!  I love you :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-107198821020466767?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-secret-weapon.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SxGmmckjRII/AAAAAAAAAY4/KbA91xzWgG0/s72-c/Jeannie+and+Jeff+at+closing+ceremonies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-5054099093944822235</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T13:48:42.649-06:00</atom:updated><title>Speaking of good food...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.loopnet.com/Attachments/3/E/1/3E15F05C-51A7-4834-8661-071817BAF8C4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.loopnet.com/Attachments/3/E/1/3E15F05C-51A7-4834-8661-071817BAF8C4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the chickens to my beloved Chevron for lunch today. That's right, you heard me - the Chevron gas station has some killer food - old country kind of food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, when I tell my yankee friends (which my husband thinks is anywhere outside of Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee and Louisiana) that we're lunching at the gas station, they laugh at me. But today, while paying the lady for my gas/food, I noticed the cover of Bon Appetit magazine, sitting up in a frame on the counter, in which my dear Chevron was written up as a hot spot for food :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to the lady, "Well isn't that cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "We were in that Gentleman's magazine a couple of months ago."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/1/1/9/8/8/0/3/webimg/310035216_tp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/1/1/9/8/8/0/3/webimg/310035216_tp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GQ?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the one," she said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, distant friends, I'm not crazy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/the-blind-side_290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/the-blind-side_290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH!!!!!!  I forgot to mention the fact that Coach O mentions my Chevy in the new movie The Blind Side too!!!  Which, by the way, is utterly fantastic!  And great for the entire family.  RUN, don't walk to see it!  It's incredible!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-5054099093944822235?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/speaking-of-good-food.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-3357791526262049882</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T12:42:27.214-06:00</atom:updated><title>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dancing%20turkey/kingevanthethird/jive_turkey_dancing_lg_blk.gif?o=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee79/kingevanthethird/jive_turkey_dancing_lg_blk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT THANKSGIVING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;See you next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;SF and Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI1ODkxNTE*MzY2MiZwdD*xMjU4OTE1MTc1MDI3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-3357791526262049882?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_22.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-4642065572272610642</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T18:36:57.156-06:00</atom:updated><title>Competitive Yoga??</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In yesterday's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, there was an article called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/19/fashion/19fitness.html?_r=1&amp;amp;th&amp;amp;emc=th"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is the Spirit of Competition in the Soul of Yoga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"  It seems that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Choudhurys, the couple most famous for creating Bikram style yoga, are trying to promote yoga as a competitive sport here in the U.S.--with hopes that it will be included in the Olympics someday.  Whhhhaaaaaaaaaat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SwczDb-EUGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iBTTFEUR2v8/s320/articleLarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406346011822280802" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;My favorite quote from the article is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“We are not trying to judge any kind of spirituality when they are out there,” Mrs. Choudhury said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Well Mrs. Choudhury, that's good news.  Could you imagine?  Ten points for the perfect downward dog.  Ten points for an excellently executed side crow.  Five point deduction for the slightly spotted aura.  Sorry, hon.  You must work on your karma if you want to make the 2020 Olympic team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;This whole idea of yoga as a competive sport sends me spinning.  Isn't yoga about INNER peace?  Isn't the focus on what your body can do--not on what your body can do as compared to everyone else in the room?  Doesn't this notion run counter to the entire premise of yogic practice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;As I sat in my kitchen enraged by this article, I realized that by taking this very deliberate step with my writing--the step towards becoming a published writer--I am treating my art the same way.  Haven't I introduced competition and the marketplace into my world of quiet introspection and self exploration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Most of you who are reading this blog are either seeking publication or are already published.  So, how do you keep your zen and stay true to your art in the face of the realities of competition and the cut-throat realities of the marketplace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I guess it's all just a matter of focus and intention--cultivating an ability to keep the art and the marketing separate.  Thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ohm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-4642065572272610642?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/competitive-yoga.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SwczDb-EUGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iBTTFEUR2v8/s72-c/articleLarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-5966750466749859098</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T10:10:39.979-06:00</atom:updated><title>Passing Time</title><description>Well, as today is my birthday *happy giggles* I am torn between wanting time to stop, and time to fly by.  Why?  Because I, of course, don't wanna be 39 (Great Balls of Fire!!!) But I also REALLY want to see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; - which means hurry up Friday!  Bring on New Moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-5966750466749859098?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/passing-time.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-3158756530822581566</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T07:45:40.592-06:00</atom:updated><title>So at least that's done . . .</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I spent Sunday decorating for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SwILVXedz7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/C718fCXAW0o/s320/PB161054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404894964504973234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.  I'm not one of "those" people--you know the ones who send out their Christmas cards the day after Thanksgiving and have their shopping finished in June.  I am the crazy person who has agreed to let her house be on tour for the Jr. Auxiliary's Christmas Tour of Homes.   And, today a local magazine came over to take some photographs of our dining room mantle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was climbing down from the attic with an armload of whatever was on top of my rubbermaid bins marked "Christmas", I looked by our back door.  This is what I saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SwILs2bvQvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5wX9-ghGiqU/s320/PB011050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404895367952024306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.  It is leftover from last year.  I never put it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, at least that's done.  The mantle has to be reworked when I get all of my stuff out--I just stood in the dark attic and grabbed at random and (in the words of Tim Gunn) "made it work." But the doormat can stay.  Maybe even for another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, surely I'm setting myself up for some good karma in the world of children's books.  All of the proceeds from the tour go to projects that help children.  It's all for a good cause.  Keep repeating that to yourself, sf.  It's all for a good cause . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-3158756530822581566?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-at-least-thats-done.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SwILVXedz7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/C718fCXAW0o/s72-c/PB161054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-8025764701078220950</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T19:34:42.965-06:00</atom:updated><title>Dear SCBWI,</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://donthavekids.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/workaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://donthavekids.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/workaholic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're looking for keynote speakers on revision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're your girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-8025764701078220950?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-scbwi.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-6291234667012925441</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T08:31:14.509-06:00</atom:updated><title>It's all good.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jennroth.typepad.com/selftalksoultalk/images/2007/10/15/stress_relieved_womanjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://jennroth.typepad.com/selftalksoultalk/images/2007/10/15/stress_relieved_womanjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Bible study today we learned that God never wastes our pain. That in his infinite and loving wisdom, He is able to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;use&lt;/span&gt; our suffering for our own good.  What a fantastic reminder - and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;, how I thought of my writing journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a week or so before Thanksgiving, I am taking this opportunity to remind you (and me) to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;USE&lt;/span&gt; those rejections and disappointments for your benefit! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Learn &lt;/span&gt;from them! Try to use the comments and the feedback you receive to make your book better! And if not your book, your&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;self!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you come across a really hard to handle person, use that experience too! Remember that God never wastes these challenges. You are growing in character, and wisdom, and grace and you will be all the better for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax. It's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My first comment, &lt;a href="http://thewriteworship.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tamika&lt;/a&gt;, won the &lt;a href="http://lisa-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/karmic-kindle-whos-gonna-get-ya.html"&gt;Karmic Kindle!&lt;/a&gt;!!  Coincidence?  I think not! Yay Tamika!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-6291234667012925441?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-good.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-7796458939370146856</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T08:03:28.252-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Concord Free Press</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gregory Maguire</category><title>Free Books!!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did the title get your attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a HUGE &lt;a href="http://www.gregorymaguire.com/"&gt;Gregory Maguire&lt;/a&gt; fan (he's most famous for writing &lt;i&gt;Wicked&lt;/i&gt;), and I have just discovered that a friend of mine from college lives down the street from him.  They have children the same age and talk about catching the school bus and ballet lessons and birthday parties .  .  .  Can you imagine having conversations like this with Gregory Maguire--I mean, talking to him as if he were a mere mortal???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SvggwQnjQ-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/OiIYMI0NsPQ/s320/wickedalt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402103766497575906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend has hooked me onto a really cool publisher called &lt;a href="http://www.concordfreepress.com/"&gt;Concord Free Press&lt;/a&gt;, and you can have a Gregory Maguire book for free.  You just pledge to donate any amount to charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know most of us are not in a position (YET) to give away our books, but I love this whole concept.  And, we can all participate by donating what we would have spent on a book to charity.  I'm going to give to our literacy council here in Oxford. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My copy of &lt;i&gt;The Next Queen of Heaven&lt;/i&gt; is on its way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Svggq4XtODI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4HK8_vmlINM/s320/Queen+of+Heaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402103674089322546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And . . . stay tuned.  I've had a crazy week--one that ended in snoopy dancing and champagne sipping!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-7796458939370146856?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/free-books.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SvggwQnjQ-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/OiIYMI0NsPQ/s72-c/wickedalt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-1104462680869434419</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T07:02:01.940-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>contest</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kindles</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Lisa and Laura Roecker</category><title>Win a Kindle?!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SvQeH4-fhgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-zRqO2ZwRAI/s1600-h/Lisa+and+Laura+Roecker-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SvQeH4-fhgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-zRqO2ZwRAI/s320/Lisa+and+Laura+Roecker-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400974974026483202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to &lt;a href="http://lisa-laura.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa and Laura&lt;/a&gt; to come up with the hottest new contest on the block.  They are giving away a KINDLE next week to one of their followers!!! (and don't worry, it's not too late to become one.  Go!  Join the fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://lisa-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/spread-love-win-kindle.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And save the date for their new book!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;From Publisher's Marketplace: Lisa Roecker and Laura Roecker's A Kate Lowry Mystery: THE HAUNTING OF PEMBERLY BROWN, a quick-witted mystery starring a private-school sleuth with attitude and pearls, who receives an email from her dead best friend, to Daniel Ehrenhaft at Sourcebooks, for publication in Spring 2011, by Catherine Drayton at Inkwell Management (NA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the best man win! (And by that, I mean me :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-1104462680869434419?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/win-kindle.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SvQeH4-fhgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-zRqO2ZwRAI/s72-c/Lisa+and+Laura+Roecker-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-3074914734964223698</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T12:10:08.134-06:00</atom:updated><title>Some books to consider</title><description>I just watched this video because of our friend Kathryn Stockett's book, The Help - and because, according to Ms. J, "John Searles is a wonderful man who knows his stuff." As it turns out, he does. I was interested in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; of these titles and may pick them up over the holidays.  (I realize it's an older video but I had never seen it.) Check it out. Good stuff :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/30280746#30280746" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-3074914734964223698?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-books-to-consider.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-6930138714374465777</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T20:02:41.555-06:00</atom:updated><title>Katie's gone Extreme.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etonline.com/media/photo/2008/05/48984/400_extrememakeover_homeedition_080515_abc_steventeagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.etonline.com/media/photo/2008/05/48984/400_extrememakeover_homeedition_080515_abc_steventeagle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fully applied to be on Extreme Home Makeover!  Wait. Not to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a home  (My house is more wonderful than I could ever imagine.) I want to be on the show to help build a house for someone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; - someone who really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; need a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened Sunday night as the chickens and I were eating grilled cheeses and watching the show. Right before our eyes they announced a contest to  "get on the bus".  Well, faster than you can say turnip greens, we made a b-line for my computer and wrote ourselves a doozy of an application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do us a favor and cross your fingers so we can say - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move. That. Bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Those are gonna be my new buddies.  We'll be hammerin' together if I get on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally for the FAB NEWS OF THE WEEK, &lt;a href="lisa-laura.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa and Laura Roecker&lt;/a&gt; just sold their first book!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I love them so much I have literally cried over their news thrice!  (is that even a word?  If not, it should be!) Go Lila!     We are so excited for you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-6930138714374465777?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/katies-gone-extreme.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-8496809751231001754</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T14:13:20.102-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tim Gunn</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>revising</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>illustration</category><title>Revising, too . . .</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so it's another post about revisions, but Katie and I are both knee deep into them.  Since it's November and NaNoWriMo, I have decided to follow &lt;a href="http://internspills.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Intern's&lt;/a&gt; lead and commit to &lt;a href="http://internspills.blogspot.com/2009/10/announcing-nanorevismo.html"&gt;NaNoReVisMo&lt;/a&gt;.  The last thing I need to do is start another novel when I've got three of them sitting here begging me for heavy duty revisions . . . not to mention my picture book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone else in??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie's last &lt;a href="http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-im-revising.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; referenced a great revision &lt;a href="http://naturalartificial.blogspot.com/2009/10/scarf-weather-answers-part-eleven.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; by Stephanie Perkins.  I just read one by Elana Johnson on querytracker that is every bit as helpful.  My favorite thing she says to do is "chunk" your manuscript.  By this, she does not mean for us to "chunk" our babies into the recycle bin to be turned into newsprint and cereal boxes.  No, she suggests that we divide our manuscript up into "chunks" and work on them that way.  Great stuff--be sure to read her entire post &lt;a href="http://querytracker.blogspot.com/2009/10/editing-how-to-avoid-staring-into-great.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's where I've been all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Su3pR0Xmx2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/fqfGdkPNVyc/s320/PA301026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399228020611794786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working on my picture book revisions.  Again.  Yes.  Again.  I've changed the ending and a few things at the beginning of the story.  This, of course, means that my sketches have to be redone. Again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not complaining.  It keeps getting better with each revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Su3pRq8pLpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/fuM3ydwUgZo/s320/PA301024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399228018082786962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got my thumbnails on index cards so that I can look at the entire book in one glance and see where pictures need to be changed for variety in pacing or general flow of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Su3pRavGGCI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ka60LNy2JPI/s320/PA301023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399228013730994210" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, yes.  That is my Tim Gunn bobblehead lording over my revisions.  He says things like "Make it work" and "I can't want you to succeed more than you do".   He just may be the force to push me through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more days of sketches and then it's off to novel revisions.  See you on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-8496809751231001754?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/revising-too.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Su3pR0Xmx2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/fqfGdkPNVyc/s72-c/PA301026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-1998813384799643855</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 12:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T08:42:42.571-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Plot</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>blocked</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>revising</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kiss and tell</category><title>So, I'm revising...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/tired.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say to me everyday, "Hey Katie!  What's up?"  And I know they're bored when I say, "Still revising."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.  It's all I do.  I wake up, drink coffee and walk up to my husband's office where I revise.  End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, though, it's gotten fun.  It was tearful there for a while.  I don't know about y'all, but changing the entire storyline of my book was terrifying initially. People told me that changing plot is much easier than changing character or something else, but I whole heartedly disagree.  Changing plot is like someone telling me, "You know how SF lives in Mississippi and is married to John and has 3 girls?  Well, we want you to make her a lesbian accountant living in NY with 2 dogs."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, revising has given me the sad side effect of &lt;a href="http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-block.html"&gt;blog block&lt;/a&gt;.  Yep, I can barely read them, much less write one. The only entertainment I take in during the week is &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/105214/modern-family-run-for-your-wife"&gt;Modern Family&lt;/a&gt; (which was FRIGGIN' hilarious last night!!!!!!!) and GLEE :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that it's words, words and more words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I did read a post from one of my favorite bloggers, &lt;a href="http://naturalartificial.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie Perkins&lt;/a&gt; and it was wonderful, especially for those of you who are revising, so I will link to it &lt;a href="http://naturalartificial.blogspot.com/2009/10/scarf-weather-answers-part-eleven.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  Do go meet her.  She's hysterical.  I can't wait for her book.  It's one of the few I'm pretty sure I will adore, just by reading her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-1998813384799643855?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-im-revising.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-1433385247051988988</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T21:28:03.581-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chicago</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New York</category><title>Chicago</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year, I turned (gulp) forty and my mother turned seventy.  We decided that we needed to go somewhere to celebrate, and she suggested a girls' trip to Chicago.  Now, I've always been a New York gal--I spent a summer there at Parson's School of Design when I was in college, and I've been hooked ever since--but I'd never been to Chicago.  Ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hit Michigan Avenue Thursday afternoon and spent a chilly, rainy, WINDY weekend in Chicago.  I don't feel like I got to really see the city because the weather just didn't work for a stroll around Navy Pier or Millenium Park, but mom and I did a whole lotta shopping, ate some great meals and saw &lt;i&gt;Jersey Boys&lt;/i&gt; (so fun!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of my trip was the &lt;i&gt;Art Institute of Chicago&lt;/i&gt;.  I have never in my life seen so much incredible modern and contemporary art in one building.  I could have spent days in that place. They were even having an exhibit of Caldecott winners and honorees artwork.  It was such a treat to get to see original illustrations from some recent winners and to really spend some time examining their technique.  The most incredible were Brian Selznick's illustrations for&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theinventionofhugocabret.com/index.htm"&gt;The Invention of Hugo Cabret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  The originals were tiny--3 x 5 postcard sized--and so amazingly rich with detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my mother and I as we are leaving for the airport on Sunday morning.  It's not the best picture, but it's the only one we took the entire trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SuZaYwe4a8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/BPeQLFV1MqU/s320/P1010539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397100584827907010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to answer the question:  New York or Chicago??  I think I'd still have to say New York.  There is such an incredible pulse to that city that you feel when you touch down at LaGuardia.  I love New Yorkers, and I love watching the city street trends and wandering into galleries and bodegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Chicago is a close second--especially if you are going on a shopping trip.  Everything is right there in a gigantic, capitalistic clump.  And, the sidewalks were clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-1433385247051988988?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/SuZaYwe4a8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/BPeQLFV1MqU/s72-c/P1010539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-3261084753816798181</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:22:29.029-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>MSG</category><title>Mad, Sad, Glad (volume one)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/St_KQlj0WaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0GkEzRUHqPc/s1600-h/msg_top_left.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/St_KQlj0WaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0GkEzRUHqPc/s320/msg_top_left.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253264922204578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention Bloggers.  I'm about to teach you a little game I play with the chickens called Mad, Sad, Glad.  Feel free to play along in the comments.  It's real easy.  You just say one thing that made you mad, one thing that made you sad, and one thing that made you glad.  Here I go (I'm gonna give you two):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt;: I was mad that tonight during hot yoga my arms and feet kept slipping in my own sweat, making me completely unable to do the scorpion pose. AND, I made the mistake of taking my pre-teen to look for some boots and now have boot lust and no money to buy any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sad:  &lt;/span&gt;I'm sad that my same fashion-minded pre-teen is struggling in English.  Why?  Because her teacher wants them to learn how to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;write.&lt;/span&gt; Not only does she hate reading worse than mosquitos, but she detests writing like bad seafood.  Nice. And secondly, I keep seeing this one legged man selling collard greens out of the back of his truck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Glad:&lt;/span&gt; I'm glad I got a fab new washer and dryer and my clothes now smell like bliss! But most importantly, I am continuing to discover fantastic new ideas to work into my revision. *squee!!!!!!  (It is nightmarishly slow, but going good). Slow and steady wins the race, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout Y'all?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  How friggin' crazy is it that I can type mad, sad, glad into Google Images and get a ready-made banner???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-3261084753816798181?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/mad-sad-glad-volume-one.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/St_KQlj0WaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0GkEzRUHqPc/s72-c/msg_top_left.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-3494833966495430070</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T00:00:00.471-05:00</atom:updated><title>An Inspired Life</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/Stu9NtXl_UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sczTJ08EKBE/s1600-h/ultimate_creativity_for_site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/Stu9NtXl_UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sczTJ08EKBE/s320/ultimate_creativity_for_site.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394113021920804162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago my husband sent me on an exotic trip to Oaxaca Mexico with a world famous chocolatier to study mexican cooking in the birthplace of chocolate, itself.  Also on my trip was an up and coming (now major) yogi who led us through incredible yoga every day as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two peeps became my constant companions for nine glorious days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I remember most, is what it was like to be in the presence of creative minds all day. The chef, for example, was constantly jotting down notes about various flavors or random ideas for her numerous stores all over the world. The yogi, a music man, did the same kind of creative brainstorming for his business, weaving music and theory throughout our days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home and the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NY Times&lt;/span&gt; interviewed us for a four page article that started with the words, Katie Anderson, a housewife in Mississippi.... (Seriously!  It was friggin' crazy!) I told my mother that being around inspired people all day was the most energizing thing I have ever done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering writing and our vast web of writer friends is a world I feel so happy to be a part of.  How blessed we are that we do this thing called "creating stories" all day.  I live in constant awe of the creative capacity God has given us as artists.  It is the same exact feeling I had in Mexico, but has lasted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;, rather than nine short days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love this job! And I love y'all for allowing me to live in that energy ALL THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Even when I have "Plot Fail" as &lt;a href="http://heatherhansen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; calls it, or "Brain Bleed" like &lt;a href="http://faeriality.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelli&lt;/a&gt; says :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I don't know what that kooky image is, but it looks like what I imagine my creative synapses might look like...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-3494833966495430070?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspired-life.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/Stu9NtXl_UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sczTJ08EKBE/s72-c/ultimate_creativity_for_site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-1306116083766345485</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T09:29:57.927-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>halloween</category><title>What's for Dinner?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is anyone looking for Halloween costume ideas?  If so, you must see this one from our beloved Martha Stewart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/StnUncgAL6I/AAAAAAAAAgA/9X28jEO2NTA/s400/2024_craft_1850_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575802883288994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complete instructions for creating this mouth-watering creation can be found &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/roast-turkey-costume?xsc=eml_crd_2009_10_13"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Be sure to read the warnings about "when you put the baby on the table".  I don't want to be responsible for any mishaps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-1306116083766345485?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-for-dinner.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/StnUncgAL6I/AAAAAAAAAgA/9X28jEO2NTA/s72-c/2024_craft_1850_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-4341471920592675403</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T17:12:52.380-05:00</atom:updated><title>David Sedaris</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was a big day in Oxford, Mississippi.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ole Miss Rebels began this year's football season ranked in the Top Ten.  After Saturday's game against Alabama, it was clear that whoever ranked us was, well, wrong.  I hate it for the team--it's hard to start high--there's nowhere to go but down.  I think the ranking was a curse, and I hope that they can pull through the rest of the season and show their talent.  Regardless of the outcome, it was  HUGE game.  I've never seen so many people invade, I mean, visit our sleepy little town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately following the SEC bloodfest, I ran over to the Ford Center on campus (yes, the same campus where the football game had just ended) to see the one and only David Sedaris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/StYbJW_AWvI/AAAAAAAAAf4/pjEcW5Za1uo/s400/23_davidsedaris_lgl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392527451425364722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How badly did I want to stuff him in my pocket and take him home with me?  He was hilarious, and he somehow manages to be caustic and cute at the same time.  How does he get away with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He read several essays to us--my favorite was about his dad, slipping out of his pants at the end of the day like a woman slipping out of her high heels, and walking around the house in his underpants.  Every day.  Those were his "house clothes."   It made it hard for David and his siblings to take him very seriously--you know, because of the underpants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my favorite quote came from his visit to Little Rock, Arkansas, which is where he went after leaving Oxford.  My friend heard him speak there, and he said that the most common billboards that he saw on the road from Oxford to Little Rock had to do with Jesus and catfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;UPDATE:  I JUST HEARD THAT LAINI TAYLOR'S BOOK &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/lips-touch-timeline.html"&gt;LIPS TOUCH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; WAS NOMINATED FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-4341471920592675403?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/david-sedaris.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/StYbJW_AWvI/AAAAAAAAAf4/pjEcW5Za1uo/s72-c/23_davidsedaris_lgl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-2504380331303213399</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T08:11:02.344-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laini Taylor</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jim DeBartolo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>book reviews</category><title>LIPS TOUCH!!!  The Timeline...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/StKhAzib8YI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kGkT9tjyYTg/s1600-h/lt+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/StKhAzib8YI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kGkT9tjyYTg/s320/lt+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391548739122622850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how much I heart &lt;a href="http://growwings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laini Taylor's&lt;/a&gt; new book &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lips Touch.&lt;/span&gt; Beyond being a lush collection of three tales in which the action all hinges on a kiss (and we all know how much I love kissing), this is how Laini's book rocked my clock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Within seconds&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I called my mother and said, "RUN out and get this book!"  The prose is freakishly gorgeous in a way that only Laini's brain could write. Truly stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Within minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I sat my 12 year old down and said, "Let me read you something."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about three pages I said, "Good, huh?"  To which she replied, "Yeah.  Keep reading."  I tried not to freak out that she was loving an actual book, but she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Within hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I called SF and told her to go buy the book "because you will want to own this one." And then I did something I have never done before. I told her that if she didn't LOVE it, then I'd buy it back&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; from&lt;/span&gt; her.  Did you hear that?! I offered a money back guarantee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Within a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I was skipping Glee to read it - Not to mention emailing Laini an embarrassing amount of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Within a wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I was updating Twitter and Facebook telling everyone from friends to editors to race out and read it. AND, I ventured over to Laini's husband, &lt;a href="http://jimdibartolo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jim's&lt;/a&gt; blog to see if he had anything else interesting to say - which he did!  One of those items was a description of the process of painting the beautiful illustrations found in the book.  Did you hear that?!  Jim did all the illustrations!  In Credible.  What a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Within months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I expect to purchase several for Christmas presents. *Jingle bells*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Within a year&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure yet - but I am thinking big here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look - Just take it from me.  This is a must "own" book!  Not since Harry Potter have I savored a book like this.  Laini makes me want to be a better writer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your welcome :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-2504380331303213399?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/lips-touch-timeline.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/StKhAzib8YI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kGkT9tjyYTg/s72-c/lt+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-7523129959774324498</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T13:37:26.273-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fire station</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>spiders</category><title>This is NOT a drill</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the Oxford Fire Department.  I go to spin class with these guys on Thursday mornings, and they are such a cool, close-knit group.  I love being in the middle of their good-natured ribbing with each other.  Plus, they spend a good part of the year planning how to make the fire station super spooky for Halloween trick-or-treaters.  My middle daughter Sallie is the only one who will brave their haunted house with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I walked with my kindergardener to her fire station field trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Ss-AXTn4E5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8P3NJsmR_Qs/s400/PA080992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668416878646162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; While we were there, we had a REAL fire alarm.  The guys went from talking to a group of children about "stop, drop and roll" to jumping into their gear and taking off in the fire truck (an electric transformer was on fire).  One of the parents timed them, and it was literally &lt;b&gt;60 seconds&lt;/b&gt; from the time of the alarm to them hopping onto the truck, fully dressed.  A few more seconds and they were on the street with the sirens blaring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Ss-An6ene7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/gq1Hrqc3WCA/s400/PA080994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668702186699698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can imagine, the children were mouth-gaping, awestruck, and many future firefighters were created that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only about five of the firemen left to go on the call (they have different teams that handle different types of fires), leaving the rest of the group to show the kids how to dial 911 and talk to an operator.  And, to meet Sparky, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Ss-AX9wCYPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7Lwz2D8eYhI/s400/PA081006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668428187164914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked to our house for popsicles because our house is located right between the school and the fire station.  My &lt;a href="http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/gulf-shrimp-and-spiders.html"&gt;new spider friend&lt;/a&gt; had created an especially lovely web for the kids and was perched just high enough to be out of reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite a day.  And, no.  I didn't get any writing done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-7523129959774324498?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-not-drill.html</link><author>hardystudios@bellsouth.net (Hardygirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPbva6tYAGo/Ss-AXTn4E5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8P3NJsmR_Qs/s72-c/PA080992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693050953762677969.post-4744210856258250205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T00:00:05.074-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>outlining</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chris Martin</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Stephen King</category><title>I don't outline. But neither does my new BFF Stevo, so there!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SspDSmgeRfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6xScDu2ytLQ/s1600-h/175040__king_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SspDSmgeRfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6xScDu2ytLQ/s320/175040__king_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193890955675122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have started my revision I have struggled over this whole outlining thing.  The truth is that I have never outlined.  It’s not that I don’t know where my book is going - it’s just that I find it impossible to be creative in an outline.  I can only think out of the box while I’m writing (or chatting on the phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great friends, like &lt;a href="http://faeriality.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelli&lt;/a&gt;, who are incredible outliners and are able to get way creative during that process, but me? 'Fraid not. &lt;br /&gt;Those short sentences feel like jail bars. I can’t do it.  I just can’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, by God’s grace, I picked up &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Writing-Stephen-King/dp/0743455967/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1254769581&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;On Writing, By Stephen King&lt;/a&gt;, this week. This book has been sitting on my bedside table in a big stack of books for over a year. I was hesitant to read it because the truth is that I can not read horror books - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; watch horror movies.  They scare the crap out of me and I assumed that I wouldn’t be able to relate to his book.  But boy was I wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a book about process. It's not scary at all!   In fact, it's rather fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?  He doesn’t outline either, so I’m a new fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Dear Readers, I give you the FREEDOM to be the creative souls that God made you and write however it flows out.  Perhaps I am a strange breed of savant, whose creative process defies logic like &lt;a href="http://smarterware.org/392/coldplay-front-man-scribbles-ideas-on-his-piano"&gt;Chris Martin’s&lt;/a&gt;.  And perhaps so are you!  (His "process" is about 7 minutes in and it's almost exactly like mine - fragmented and random - but the whole interview is great.)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what else lies in wait on my bedside table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Speaking of “FREEDOM”, I use &lt;a href="http://macfreedom.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; now and love it! But you have to have a Mac to use it - sorry. (Did I punctuate that sentence wrong?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/693050953762677969-4744210856258250205?l=plotthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plotthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-outline-but-neither-does-my-new.html</link><author>sarahfrancesandkatie@gmail.com (Katie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_asfESLuCg6Y/SspDSmgeRfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6xScDu2ytLQ/s72-c/175040__king_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item></channel></rss>