<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:31:32.154-07:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='LC Lewis'/><category term='Connie Sokol'/><category term='special olympics'/><category term='Elana Johnson'/><category term='Eric'/><category term='Rogue Shop'/><category term='trademarks'/><category term='Scarlet Pimpernel'/><category term='ANWA Conference'/><category term='pool'/><category term='copyright'/><category term='Olympic Games'/><category term='Joyce DiPastena'/><category term='Donna Hatch'/><category term='treat'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='storm'/><category term='ANWA'/><category term='LifeChange'/><category term='Awakening Avery'/><category term='book review'/><category term='mentors'/><category term='Breana'/><category term='Bound'/><category term='Hunger Games'/><category term='Possession'/><category term='protagonist'/><title type='text'>Peggy Urry - Writer</title><subtitle type='html'>the adventures of an aspiring author</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-1924604188936967726</id><published>2012-02-16T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:40:17.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning</title><content type='html'>So, there's been some debate amongst my writer friends about whether you should start your story with the antagonist's (villain) point of view (POV) or the protagonist's (hero/heroine). Most of the time, stories start from the protagonist's POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things of note: I'm not much of a rule follower (unless it's practical) and I lean toward formal in things I like, e.g. pictures in frames should generally be the same size and color and symmetrically ordered on the wall. A mirrored balance makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soon-to-be-released novel, The Archer's Hollow, is in chronological order of events. Remember, I like things that way. This puts my villain in the very first chapter. It works for me and I hope it works for you when you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I think it will. Feel free to agree or disagree in the comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first chapter is titled Nefarious Intent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My villian's name is Nafaeri and not by accident (definite connection there).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throughout the first chapter, I've tried to expose her for what she is. I definitely want the reader to know what the hero and heroine are up against.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, do you think I can pull of this latest rebellion? Any tips for making a stronger case?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write On my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-1924604188936967726?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1924604188936967726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1924604188936967726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1924604188936967726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-6384181315594596368</id><published>2012-01-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:00:34.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>There's a certain smell, the tiny cries, the miniature fingers wrapping around your own, the feeling that comes when the baby nestles into your shoulder and falls asleep. There really is nothing like it. This past week I got to visit my sister who has one of these said little bundles of joy. What a treat. Baby is so sweet and I got to snuggle him a lot. I didn't have to do any of the work to get him here, but pitched in as much as I could to burp, change, love, and adore the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my baby, previously titled 'Bound', now has a new title: The Archer's Hollow and I spent about zero time loving on it while I was gone. Now that I'm not snuggling my sister's baby, I'm devoting time to change, love, and polish my own baby. On that note, I've got to get back to editing, so Write On, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-6384181315594596368?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6384181315594596368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2012/01/babies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6384181315594596368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6384181315594596368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2012/01/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-3587353764521691268</id><published>2012-01-09T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:29:11.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In God is our Trust by Laurie L. C. Lewis (Guest Blogger)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9NRYGfxVGs/TwxxUEMN4iI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eyl1mYJTVEo/s1600/FM%2526D+combined+jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9NRYGfxVGs/TwxxUEMN4iI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eyl1mYJTVEo/s320/FM%2526D+combined+jpeg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Founding Fathers' vision of "One Nation Under God" was not left to chance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But what if yours was the generation tasked with forging&amp;nbsp;that nation? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And forced to&amp;nbsp;defend her once again. . &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just before&amp;nbsp;the heavens were about to open. . .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And a new dispensation was about to begin?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These were the&amp;nbsp;challenges&amp;nbsp;facing a choice generation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They were. . . FREE MEN&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; DREAMERS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Peggy: Hi Laurie. Welcome to my Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Laurie: Hi! Thanks for inviting me to guest blog about my FREE MEN and DREAMERS books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Peggy: Tell us a little about yourself and about your books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdKpGQzAHxg/Twxxaf65RiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_C10NLZVwH0/s1600/L_C_Lewis-250W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdKpGQzAHxg/Twxxaf65RiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_C10NLZVwH0/s200/L_C_Lewis-250W.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Laurie: I’m from Maryland, but about 14 years ago, I fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;with historic Williamsburg. There is a sacred spirit there, one felt also in other places that welcomed the great patriots—Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Madison, Franklin, Key, and others—cities like Philadelphia, Washington, and Georgetown; and places like Fort McHenry, Hampton, Craney Island, Fort Monroe, and dozens more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I believe it’s because God’s hand was over the events that happened in these places, moving people where they needed to be in order to accomplish His purposes for this land. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The past eight years of my research and writing have focused on an incredibly fascinating, and rather forgotten, generation of Americans. Most of us know a bit about the Revolution, and we have some basic understanding of the issues that drove us into the Civil War, but far fewer know anything concrete about the War of 1812, and yet historians will tell you that it was this period and these events that finally forged us into The &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;United&lt;/i&gt; States of America.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The idea for a historic novel began back in 1998 after my first visit to Williamsburg, but I set it aside and moved on to another project. After 9/11, my heart, like most Americans', turned more tenderly to America and her history. By 2004 I submitted the first draft. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The original manuscript was set in the late 1840’s, but after much soul searching, many hours buried in American history, and a small mention in Lucy Mack Smith’s “Biography of Joseph Smith,” I knew I needed to back the books up a generation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was Lucy’s reference to her brother Stephen Mack’s service during the War of 1812 that was the deal-breaker. I had never before made the connection between the Smiths and the War of 1812, but there it was! Joseph Smith grew up during that war. He and his generation were affected and shaped by the critical historic events of the tragic burning of Washington, the critical Battle of Baltimore, Key’s rallying of a broken nation with his writing of “The Star-Spangled Banner.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ3G5G8l9ww/TwxwxkjeFII/AAAAAAAAAUM/KYajzMkymf8/s1600/IGIOTFront1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ3G5G8l9ww/TwxwxkjeFII/AAAAAAAAAUM/KYajzMkymf8/s320/IGIOTFront1.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The generation that would take on Britain’s war machine in the War of 1812 was already unique in that they were the children of the Founding Fathers’ generation. They were the heirs of the great patriots’ vision, those charged to build a nation founded on the lofty principles of liberty and freedom, and now they would experience the great religious reformation and the Restoration led by Joseph Smith. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;After eight years of research and rewrites, it is this generation’s story that I tell in my FREE MEN and DREAMERS books where we wind six fictional families—three American, two British, one slave—through carefully researched American history to illustrate the courage, sacrifice, and vision of this extraordinary group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Peggy: Sounds so fascinating! How many books are there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Laurie:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;There are five books in the series: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;DARK SKY AT DAWN&lt;/i&gt;, (2007); and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;TWILIGHT'S LAST GLEAMING&lt;/i&gt;, (2008) were each finalists in the 2008 USA Best Books Competition; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT&lt;/i&gt;, (2009); &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;OH, SAY CAN YOU SEE&lt;/i&gt;? (2010) was a Whitney Award finalist; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;IN GOD IS OUR TRUST&lt;/i&gt;, (2011) is currently a nominee for a Whitney Award..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Preview chapters from each book are available on my website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laurielclewis.com/books.htm"&gt;http://www.laurielclewis.com/books.htm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Peggy: Check out my previous blog post for an excerpt from In God is our Trust.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Thanks for visiting my blog today Laurie! What a great journey it's been for you and a wonderful way to share the true spirit of our beginnings as a nation. If anyone has any questions for Laurie, you may email her at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:lclewis2007@gmail.com"&gt;lclewis2007@gmail.com&lt;/a&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/4578952595670654787-3587353764521691268?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3587353764521691268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-god-is-our-trust-by-laurie-l-c-lewis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/3587353764521691268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/3587353764521691268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-god-is-our-trust-by-laurie-l-c-lewis.html' title='In God is our Trust by Laurie L. C. Lewis (Guest Blogger)'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9NRYGfxVGs/TwxxUEMN4iI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eyl1mYJTVEo/s72-c/FM%2526D+combined+jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2386162443715214827</id><published>2012-01-09T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:29:46.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from In God is our Trust by Laurie L.C. Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Laurie: I’d like to share an excerpt from my recently released volume 5,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;IN GOD IS OUR TRUST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;. Our protagonist in the series is Jed Pearson, a moral but logical man who has aligned his course upon the strength and stability of government. But new, illogical, religious concepts threaten his tidy world, and despite his efforts to dismiss them, he cannot, setting the stage for a spiritual awakening that will test his faith in both God and the Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_KKS5_qL2M/Twx0a0tgEXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rdL7ZTMJDNI/s1600/IGIOTFront1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_KKS5_qL2M/Twx0a0tgEXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rdL7ZTMJDNI/s320/IGIOTFront1.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From chapter 29:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Pearsons arrived in Washington City in July, well before Jed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;was scheduled to be seated in the Senate, but not too early to receive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;his first assignment from his friend, Senator Timothy Shepard, who&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;had been asked to assist Washington’s Mayor Weightman’s Jubilee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;of Independence Committee, marking the fiftieth anniversary of the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;signing of the Declaration of Independence. Timothy quickly secured&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jed’s help.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“First things first,” Timothy began. “Congress commissioned four &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;paintings by John Trumball which will be hung in the Rotunda for the &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;celebration. The capstone of the celebration is his grand mural titled &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Declaration of Independence, &lt;/i&gt;depicting the five writers of the &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;declaration presenting the draft to their colleagues. Here’s a sketch.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jed studied the five images in the center of the sketch. The first&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;three were easily recognizable—Thomas Jefferson of Virginia, John&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Adams of Massachusetts, Benjamin Franklin of Pennsylvania—but&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;the last two required greater thought. “I’m embarrassed to say I can’t&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;remember these two members of the drafting committee, nor some&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;of the other signers.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Roger Sherman of Connecticut, and Robert Livingston of New&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;York, but I can’t name some of the signers anymore. I wonder if&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;future generations will learn their names and know the risk they&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;took when they mutually pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sacred honor.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jed grew wistful at the thought. “So few of them are yet alive.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Charles Carroll is well, but Presidents Jefferson and Adams are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;in failing health.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“It’s remarkable to consider what that generation achieved in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;fifty years, and yet the cost has been high. Two hundred and fifty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;years ago the Indians roamed free in virgin forests and welcomed the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;settlers. Now we are at war with them in many corners.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“We fear them and they don’t trust us, often with good cause,”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Timothy said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“If only we could share the land and live in peace, but we each&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;have very different visions for America. It’s rumored Andrew Jackson&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;will relocate the Indians west if elected president. As much as I love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;what we’re building here, I can’t feel good about that.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“It was a primitive new world when the first settlers arrived, as&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;if God hid it in His hand for millennia for a special purpose. I think&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;His hand has ever been and still is over this land.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“And what do you think His purpose is? Even the Founders&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;couldn’t agree on religion.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“They differed on the details, but they all believed in Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Religion was and is still evolving here since the break with Europe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Perhaps they purposely kept the language vague in order to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;accommodate what might yet be.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Like a visit from God?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Timothy scowled at Jed. “What?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Flushing red, Jed wished he could retract the comment. “Don’t&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mind me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“No, tell me. Who claims to have been visited by God?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“A young man named Joseph Smith. Hannah is quite taken with&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;him.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“But you doubt him?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jed leaned back slightly. “Do you believe God would condescend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;to come to earth and visit a young man today in response to a&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;prayer?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Timothy pondered the question a moment. Jed watched his face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;soften as he thought. “I don’t know, but if God wanted to do such&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a thing, I think this is where He would choose to do it. Religion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;needs freedom to flourish, Jed, and I believe God helped us establish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and preserve ours. Now He’s blessed us with a decade of relative&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;prosperity and peace. If He wanted to open the heavens and speak, I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;think He would do it here, and this might be the time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Peggy: Thank you so much for sharing Laurie. Remember, if anyone has questions for Laurie, you may email her at &lt;a href="mailto:lclewis2007@gmail.com"&gt;lclewis2007@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4578952595670654787-2386162443715214827?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2386162443715214827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2012/01/excerpt-from-in-god-is-our-trust-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2386162443715214827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2386162443715214827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2012/01/excerpt-from-in-god-is-our-trust-by.html' title='Excerpt from In God is our Trust by Laurie L.C. Lewis'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_KKS5_qL2M/Twx0a0tgEXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rdL7ZTMJDNI/s72-c/IGIOTFront1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8115028692337711678</id><published>2011-12-19T06:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T10:39:08.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delight in the Little Things</title><content type='html'>Sunday evening I went with my husband and two of our children to the church for a Christmas Chorale and a Reflections of Christ exhibit. We walked through the exhibit - one word: amazing. (I encourage you to see &lt;a href="http://reflectionsofchrist.org/"&gt;the website&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for a little part of that experience). We then&amp;nbsp;settled in the chapel to wait for the Chorale to begin. Beautiful orchestra music--played by young and old--surrounded us, getting us in the spirit of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two old couples sat on the pew in front of us. Both ladies and one of the gentlemen of aforementioned bench were members of one of the performing choirs. After the couple participated, they didn't return to their seat, but the one lady came back to sit by her husband. She was tiny and wrinkly and she had this light about her. I had watched her sing. In my opinion, it was enthusiastic and cheerful yet still reverent. I thought to myself that she was having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, come with me, if you will, to the row behind them and about twenty minutes later. My young son has sat through about an hour and as young children go, has had enough of this good time. He laid on the floor and rolled under the pew in front of us. At least he was quiet, right? I did worry a little that he would accidentally hit or kick one of the frail folks seated above him, so I'm monitoring things to make sure he does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it happened. The old man leaned forward. Aaah. I'd failed. Then the most delightful thing occurred. This lovely old lady's face lit up, she leaned forward a little as well and said to her husband, "Is it a child?" as if they were gold panners and he'd just found an enormous nugget. Bless her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful reminder to me to find joy in my little ones and the beautiful little blessings I am showered with every single day. I love you my friends and wish you the most blessed of Christmases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8115028692337711678?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8115028692337711678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/12/delight-in-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8115028692337711678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8115028692337711678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/12/delight-in-little-things.html' title='Delight in the Little Things'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-5299402270639310171</id><published>2011-12-12T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:12:01.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Percent Responsible</title><content type='html'>"If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;--Thomas A. Edison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is that old saying, "Aim for the stars, and maybe you'll hit the moon." In my writing group's last goal challenge, I aimed for the stars and only made it to the moon. At least I made some progress, right? But I have to evaluate why I wasn't able to complete the goal. It was definitely an achievable goal. Sure, I could blame it on life. Life happens, right? Husbands, kids, community responsibilities, business responsibilities, email, feeding the crowd, high school dances, those kinds of things pulling at bits of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ultimately, I am one hundred percent responsible for how I spend my time, where I put my priorities. My good friend Connie recently reminded me that my full-time role as wife and mother takes precedence over my part-time role as writer/author wannabe; even if I have these fabulous goals I want to achieve. I am grateful to be wife to an amazing guy (and the inspiration behind the heroes I write about) and mom to really great kids (which is true, I'm not just saying that because I'm their mom). When they need me, I will be there. 100 Percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Canfield, co-creator of the famous 'Chicken Soup for the Soul' has a great book titled, 'The Success Principles.' (You can visit his&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuccessprinciples.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for wisdom and some great offers.) The very beginning of the book talks about changing your life by becoming 100 percent responsible for everything. When we take on that mentality, we empower ourselves. We have to give up ALL excuses and realize that we are in charge of the outcome. Now, what are we going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to reach my goals. Only I can do it. No one can do it for me. But, in order to do that, I have to learn to juggle life a little better. I have to make the changes. I will do it. I will be 100 percent responsible for my life and I will reach my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more excuses. Write On my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-5299402270639310171?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5299402270639310171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/12/100-percent-responsible.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5299402270639310171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5299402270639310171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/12/100-percent-responsible.html' title='100 Percent Responsible'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-3924618373630541232</id><published>2011-11-21T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:41:56.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold My Hand</title><content type='html'>The elementary school nearby has weekly 'Fun Runs' during the months of November and December. Students who sign up, run one mile around the school grounds after school. Backpacks line the school walls all around the playground. Children huff and puff and race and giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the run they receive a plastic footprint from the principal to go on their 'Fun Run' chain. Each week it's a different color. They can also buy otter pops for a quarter. It's all very exciting. It's also tough to run a mile all at once when you're in the lower grades of elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently,&amp;nbsp;I spotted a boy and a girl, jogging along together holding hands. I &amp;nbsp;would guess the boy to be a third or fourth grader and the little girl probably a first grader. I'm certain it was not 'true love' on the playground, but rather a brother and sister, the older brother looking out for his younger sister. It was a very tender moment for the 'mom' part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes it successful? What makes the kids come back each week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's well organized. The path is clearly marked by bright orange cones. There is a reward at the end. But most of all, there are cheerleaders. Teachers and staff, parents and fellow students are out there cheering everyone on, encouraging them to finish. Literal and figurative hand holding gets them through to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a writer, there are so many ways my hand is held and I know one day, I will get to that finish line. Are we almost there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge THANK YOU to all of you for your support and encouragement and believing that I can do this. Write on my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-3924618373630541232?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3924618373630541232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/hold-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/3924618373630541232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/3924618373630541232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold My Hand'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4889990095485903712</id><published>2011-11-10T11:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:55:42.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar Song</title><content type='html'>Just in time for the holidays, here is a song I found at the &lt;a href="http://literalminded.wordpress.com/2011/11/08/lets-hear-some-new-grammar-songs/"&gt;Literal Minded blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;about helping verbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-F2JWKY63K0" width="470"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping verbs have their place (or they wouldn't be so popular--look, I just used two of them). In our writing, they are great starters, but because they are passive verbs, there is usually a better way to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at some simple examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crying. Tighten that baby up: She cried. Or better yet, show us rather than tell us: Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hungry=I want to eat everything in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go=I went=I ran out the door to the safety of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn. Here is a line from my current Work In Progress: H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;e was far more fascinating than the cash register.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Re-Write away in the comments my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4889990095485903712?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4889990095485903712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/grammar-song.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4889990095485903712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4889990095485903712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/grammar-song.html' title='Grammar Song'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-F2JWKY63K0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-138950318439904549</id><published>2011-11-03T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:30:08.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges</title><content type='html'>It's November! Wow. Soon it will be Christmas. I'm so NOT ready for that. The year has flown by. It's been full of fabulous blessings and scattered with a few challenges. That's where I'd like to go with this post: challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King Jr. said, "The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this relate to our characters? Our characters should learn and grow over the course of their story. In order to do this, they need challenges. (Real life is like this, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your mean streak run wild, hold your characters' feet to the fire. What's the worst that could happen in that scene you're writing? Throw a wicked curve ball at your protagonist. What will they do? Will they run and hide? Will they face the challenge? I don't normally advocate meanness and torture (read this previous post about &lt;a href="http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/mean-girls.html"&gt;mean girls&lt;/a&gt;), but let loose, have some fun tormenting them. Let them show us their character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common saying in our community is "I/you can do hard things." When my children complain about a difficult situation, I quote that line to them and remind them that they CAN do hard things. They hate it when I'm right and storm off to do whatever it was they had attempted to avoid. So, make your 'babies' do hard things, in the end, they will thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write on my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4578952595670654787-138950318439904549?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/138950318439904549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/challenges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/138950318439904549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/138950318439904549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/challenges.html' title='Challenges'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-6702676125179503748</id><published>2011-10-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:00:00.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those times when you meet people and you know they were meant to be part of your life? My writing experience has been that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started writing I knew virtually nothing about novel writing (I graduated college, so I know how to write papers, but novels are not the same--although some of the processes might be). So, my early writing is very rough and clearly amateur and my ego was very fragile--I only told my sister about it. Well, she told one of her friends who had written a children's book. That friend told her about an amazing organization called American Night Writers Association (ANWA) and that I should come to their chapter meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me about that conversation and trepidation shot through me from my toes to my head. Aaaargh. That meant my vulnerability had the potential of being exposed. But, I yanked up my bootstraps and ventured to my first meeting. It has been one of the best experiences. I have met dear and wonderful friends, people who understand my anxieties about writing, people who care about me (even if my writing isn't captivating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That initial meeting led to my membership in ANWA, a wonderful writing community, and writing conferences. ANWA has put on a fabulous conference each time I have attended. The workshops, &amp;nbsp;classes, opportunities, and camaraderie are phenomenal. The conference is open to anyone who wants to attend. If you are interested at all in writing, check out this wonderful opportunity. Information can be found on the ANWA website under the 'Conference' link or click &lt;a href="http://anwawritersconference.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to go directly there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-6702676125179503748?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6702676125179503748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6702676125179503748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6702676125179503748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-369734808952853481</id><published>2011-10-18T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:00:13.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages</title><content type='html'>Today I spent an hour in kindergarten helping with 'workshop'. Workshop is a series of activities the adorable little kindergarteners do ranging from their name, the day and date, patterns, number writing and recognition, letter writing and recognition, a treat if they finish nine of the activities, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are at a variety of stages in their learning even at this early stage. Some have had the preparations provided by preschool and others are starting from scratch. They really are adorable--I wasn't sarcastic in saying that in the previous paragraph. They are so eager to learn and so happy to be at school. What a great hour spent.&amp;nbsp;(side note: kindergarten is my speed as opposed to teenagers who I cannot keep up with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our writing, we all have to start somewhere. Some of us are just starting our learning journey, others of us are in the middle and some of us have many published books under our belt. What if we had given up in the middle of kindergarten? We cannot give up now. We must keep learning and keep working at becoming better. So, until next time, Write On my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-369734808952853481?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/369734808952853481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-spent-hour-in-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/369734808952853481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/369734808952853481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-spent-hour-in-kindergarten.html' title='Stages'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2068521314497126155</id><published>2011-10-17T06:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:08:29.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner</title><content type='html'>And the winner is de Circuit from Jodi Ford! I will be sending her the prize this week. Thanks for all your suggestions everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2068521314497126155?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2068521314497126155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2068521314497126155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2068521314497126155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/winner.html' title='Winner'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4011907090751481873</id><published>2011-10-10T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T06:00:18.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>Desert Rain</title><content type='html'>One day last week the weather had enough of her boring sunshine. A haboob gusted into the valley. (side note: that's such a fun word to say and it always throws your audience. They look at you thinking, "Did she just say 'boob'?" No, I said 'haboob'. It's another name for a dust storm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my story... The wind blew &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;day. I hate the wind. But it didn't care. Every time I looked out the window I saw palm fronds swaying all over the place. They seemed to scream, "Stop the madness." But it went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, that evening, the haze cleared revealing dark clouds. I went outside to gather up all the pool towels that had blown hither and yon. (Yes, Mom, I should have done it before the haboob but you know how I like to procrastinate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathed deep. Ah, desert creosote. Mmm. You desert dwellers know what I'm talking about. Rain in the desert enhances the scent of the creosote bush (pronounced &lt;b&gt;cree&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;uh sote). Some people don't like the smell (the spanish word for the bush translates as 'little stinker') but it is one of my favorite smells. Maybe it's because I love the rain but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my face to the heavens and a little spattering of rain sprinkled my face. I gazed from the south to the west, from the north to the east. The limited visibility of earlier was gone. The clean, clear air revealed mountains all around. Yes, they're out there and for the first time that day I could see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about it, I considered the book I'm trying to finish editing. It's been a laborious process for me and sometimes I just want to throw up (literally vomit). But, I need to think like the weather. I'm going to blow in and change things, cut things, add things, stir things up and like the rain, come through and clean it all up to leave behind something enjoyable. Can I also do it in one day, please? Stop laughing, a girl can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write on my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4011907090751481873?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4011907090751481873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/desert-rain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4011907090751481873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4011907090751481873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/desert-rain.html' title='Desert Rain'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8062297490284892348</id><published>2011-10-03T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:43:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name the Kart Track Contest</title><content type='html'>CONTEST &amp;nbsp;*** &amp;nbsp;CONTEST &amp;nbsp;*** &amp;nbsp;CONTEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a writing dilemma. In stewing over it, I thought, "Who better to help me than the many readers and writers out there?" So I am offering this conundrum to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a hunky but reserved guy in my current Work In Progress. His name is Carter Cooke. He owns a go-kart race track. I want something catchy, but upscale. This is a completely subjective contest. I will pick the name that I like the most (or run it by Carter and see which he prefers--you writers out there know what I'm talking about). So get your thinking caps on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Follow my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Enter a comment on this blog with your suggestion by midnight (PDT) October 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize: $10 gift card to BN or your favorite bookstore (if available) and a mention in the acknowledgements when I'm finished...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8062297490284892348?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8062297490284892348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/name-kart-track-contest.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8062297490284892348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8062297490284892348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/10/name-kart-track-contest.html' title='Name the Kart Track Contest'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-5977995567968207726</id><published>2011-06-08T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:33:59.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Words</title><content type='html'>Most of us write in some form or another. Our words and our tone affect people around us. We have to power to bless and uplift. Will we use that beautiful gift? Or will we put words together that tear down and hurt? I am not advocating dishonesty, but rather gentleness and regard for the people we encounter each day. What can we do? We can trade our sarcasm for understanding, our impatience for patience, our quick judgments for caring, our derision for encouragement. When we uplift others we also uplift ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my amazing mom who inspired this post by forwarding this YouTube video. Open your heart and take a few minutes to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hzgzim5m7oU" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a beautiful day and I challenge you to write an email or a note or a letter today thanking someone who has blessed your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-5977995567968207726?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5977995567968207726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/06/power-of-words.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5977995567968207726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5977995567968207726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/06/power-of-words.html' title='The Power of Words'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Hzgzim5m7oU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2904552044246740543</id><published>2011-06-01T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:56:23.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Justice by Karen Robards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just finished the egalley from Simon and Schuster. It was free, but this does not influence my review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After reading a bunch of free stuff from Smashwords, I was looking for something on a higher level. This delivered. I could not put it down. I forced myself to stop so that I could make dinner for my kids (and it was one of those 'quick' dinners).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would give this a four out of five stars. It would have gotten more but I dislike foul language - especially the f-bomb. It also has some descriptively steamy parts, so for those looking for clean romance, you'll want to pass on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I liked the plot, I liked the twists, and I LOVE the last line. (I cannot quote it since it is not published yet, besides, it would spoil things). You'll just have to read it to find out. Don't look, just read the book because it won't mean anything unless you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ynjOLiPUKA/TecNI2OhfeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/FODbM75yl9U/s1600/51S%252BmkLfCkL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ynjOLiPUKA/TecNI2OhfeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/FODbM75yl9U/s1600/51S%252BmkLfCkL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, the premise of the story from Amazon's website:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Feisty criminal attorney Jessica Ford has done her best to comply with the orders of the Secret Service’s unofficial witness protection program ever since she became the lone witness to the First Lady’s murder. She changed her name, dyed her dark hair blonde, and traded her sturdy black-rimmed glasses for contact lenses. Unfortunately, winning her first high-profile case for prestigious Washington, D.C., law firm Ellis Hayes, and subsequently landing her face all over the news, is not exactly “keeping a low profile.” Or so says hunky Secret Service agent Mark Ryan, whose newest assignment—despite Jess’s stubborn protests—is keeping her safe at all costs. It just so happens he’s also her ex-boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="productDescriptionWrapper" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The trial earns Jess a permanent spot on the firm’s elite legal defense team, replacing an associate who eloped suddenly and never came back. It’s the chance of a lifetime. But Jess’s mind has raced with questions from the moment the prosecution’s star witness shocked the courtroom with an electrifying revelation involving the handsome son of a powerful U.S. senator. Was the pretty, young mother intimidated into changing her story on the stand? Why will she not return Jess’s calls? Did Jess’s ambitious predecessor on the case really just abandon her successful career? Or did both women mysteriously disappear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After Mark rescues Jess from an attacker outside her apartment, she begins to consider the possibility that she is a target. Maybe it’s not so bad to have her irresistibly charming and hard-bodied former lover around for protection. Maybe. The question is, which of the many inadvertent enemies Jess has made recently is he protecting her from? The investigation leads her to some startling coincidences—and to a teenage runaway who may just hold the missing link . . . if Jess can find her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Jess hurtles closer to the truth—and the sexual tension between her and Mark grows hotter than ever—she finds herself in a race against the clock to find the answers before what she doesn’t know gets them both killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="emptyClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px;"&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/4578952595670654787-2904552044246740543?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2904552044246740543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/06/justice-by-karen-robards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2904552044246740543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2904552044246740543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/06/justice-by-karen-robards.html' title='Justice by Karen Robards'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ynjOLiPUKA/TecNI2OhfeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/FODbM75yl9U/s72-c/51S%252BmkLfCkL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4918580748108381906</id><published>2011-05-28T06:00:00.021-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T06:00:02.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden, Part Two</title><content type='html'>In my last post I mentioned that I had sworn off gardening for the second time. What made me give it another go?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, it wasn't me. I was quite determined to stick to my guns. But,&amp;nbsp;I haven't quite figured out if my husband is devious or wanting to be like his dad. His dad is amazing, so I tend to lean that direction. But, here's where my doubts start. Early one February morning I heard a motor outside my bedroom. I figured it was the lawn mower. But I was wrong. My sweet husband had borrowed his dad's tiller and was having a hay-day stirring up the ground in our garden plot. A few days later he goes over it again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I stayed as far away from it as I could because I knew what was coming. Then he said to me, "I need to go to Home Depot. Do you want to go?" That's like asking me if I'd like to be on the NY Times Best Seller list. Heck ya! Hello. I love Home Depot. So I went. We entered the garden section and picked out all sorts of lovely starter plants and seeds. What was I doing? I was breathing deep the scent of rich dirt and tangy herbs. I was picturing all the sweet cantaloupe my family would devour mid-summer. It completely overtook any good sense I had.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We brought our treasures home and dug three rows of mounds for the seed potatoes my husband got from a friend. On the fourth row I planted lettuce, carrots, radishes, onions, &amp;nbsp;and beans. I made a section for my tomatoes, squash, pickling cucumbers, sugar snap peas, and watermelon. Red bell peppers, chili peppers, jalapenos, cilantro, basil, strawberries and more carrots went in the box garden. And far away from it all, I made a spot for the cantaloupe. Why far away? We learned the hard way that cantaloupe tends to pick up flavors from surrounding plants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you guessed it, I'm once more queen of the garden. No one else tends to it. Just me. My little guy likes to go out there and dig in the dirt, but he's too little yet to be much help. But I tried something new this year. I use a sprinkler rather than hand watering everything. It takes a little over ten minutes and I'm not such a freak about the weeds this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when you find a shortcut that works, use it already. Whether it's outlining, or not outlining, character bible or no, the important thing is to Write On my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4918580748108381906?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4918580748108381906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/garden-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4918580748108381906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4918580748108381906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/garden-part-two.html' title='The Garden, Part Two'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-9164004067339853012</id><published>2011-05-26T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:55:47.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago I made dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait while you pick yourself up off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you back? Recovered? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4P26ONt3_tM/Td6NfvIiuII/AAAAAAAAATs/dRKbMNEcTec/s1600/P1012370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4P26ONt3_tM/Td6NfvIiuII/AAAAAAAAATs/dRKbMNEcTec/s320/P1012370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I grilled some pork chops and, of course, they needed some veggies to go with them. What better than a medley of carrots, yukon gold potatoes, and sugar snap peas? I did have carrots in my fridge but no peas or yukon golds. What to do. I went out to my garden and dug up some new yukon gold potatoes, had my son--who's still young enough to get excited about the garden--pull up some carrots, and I pulled off as many peas as I could find. Wow. I can't believe my garden is actually producing something besides weeds. Soon I will have tons of ripe tomatoes. YUM! But unfortunately, my basil and cilantro have gone to seed. I'll have to see if I can salvage some for canning salsa and with my tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKtF5obuSzM/Td6P-r0c1FI/AAAAAAAAATw/3SjCLvjfw4g/s1600/P1012372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKtF5obuSzM/Td6P-r0c1FI/AAAAAAAAATw/3SjCLvjfw4g/s320/P1012372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The funny thing is that last year I spent at least a half hour - but usually closer to an hour - every day working (and I mean physical labor) in my garden with the puniest of results. My jalapeno (pictured here on the right-most edge) is producing prolifically this year. Last year, I went nine months with beautiful blossoms but no fruit. Talk about frustrating. After that, I swore off gardening. Again. So why didn't I stick to it? You'll have to check back later, 'cause that's a different story for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read much of my blog, you know I like to relate my little life lessons to my writing. So, here's my analysis: sometimes we work and work at something and it just doesn't come together for a long time; other times, we work and work at it and beautiful, wonderful fruit is born. So, no matter where you are in this journey, keep working, keep learning, and keep writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write On my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-9164004067339853012?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/9164004067339853012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/garden.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/9164004067339853012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/9164004067339853012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/garden.html' title='The Garden'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4P26ONt3_tM/Td6NfvIiuII/AAAAAAAAATs/dRKbMNEcTec/s72-c/P1012370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-251616512563352777</id><published>2011-05-24T06:00:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:40:11.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Summer Contest sponsored by Joyce DiPastena</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The 3rd Annual “Summer Treasure Hunt: Dig for Clues and Win Contest!” is now in progress!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thirty published and aspiring authors have banded together to present a month-long contest where we will give away a prize a day for the entire month of June. Prizes run the gamut from books books books! (romances, fantasies, mystery/thrillers, inspirationals, children’s books, and various non-fiction), as well as Amazon gift cards, a Mary Kay gift set, a vinyl lettering gift certificate, a hand-sewn weekly planner with ribbon bookmark, a crocheted book tote with matching cell phone case, and for you aspiring authors, TWO free edit/critiques of a partial manuscript. Many of the giveaways are open to International entries, though always check to be sure before you enter for a particular prize.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;And how exactly do you enter for these amazing prizes? By following these rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"&gt;SUMMER TREASURE HUNT RULES:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You can send in one entry for each day’s prize, or only for those prizes that strike your fancy. The rules are simple:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(1) Go to the website or blog indicated for each day, find the answer to the question for that day, then email the answer with your name and AND MAILING ADDRESS to&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:jdipastena@yahoo.com" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;jdipastena@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I promise you will not wind up on any mailing lists. This is only to facilitate the receipt of your prize. All entries will be deleted at the end of the contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(2) Please send a separate entry for each day and type the day you are entering in the subject line. (Such as: Summer Treasure Hunt, June 1; Summer Treasure Hunt, June 2, etc).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(3) Deadline for each day: Midnight PST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(4) The winner will be contacted and announced on the day following the deadline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All winners will be drawn by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.random.org/" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;www.random.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You do not have to wait until the designated day to enter. You can start sending in your entries right now, or begin entering at any point along the way. And check back here each day between June 2&lt;sup style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;– July 1&lt;sup style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;to read the names of the winners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you have any questions, please email Joyce DiPastena at&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:jdipastena@yahoo.com" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;jdipastena@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And now…let the treasure hunt begin! See the right side bar for all the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-251616512563352777?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/251616512563352777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-contest-sponsored-by-joyce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/251616512563352777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/251616512563352777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-contest-sponsored-by-joyce.html' title='Summer Contest sponsored by Joyce DiPastena'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-7352981037779361399</id><published>2011-05-21T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T16:40:54.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finito</title><content type='html'>Last night on my flight home from Hawaii, I finished my rough draft. Really finished. Third time is the charm I guess. Now it goes on the back burner for a few months and then editing and revisions start. The feeling was incredible. I could not stop grinning. What now? Well, I've got to clean my house, do tax stuff, organize my office, read, and of course, start a new novel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-7352981037779361399?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7352981037779361399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/finito.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7352981037779361399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7352981037779361399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/finito.html' title='Finito'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8734091490648471755</id><published>2011-05-09T15:18:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:43:32.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammon by H.B. Moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you read a lot, it's nice to come across something that you can't put down--especially in a genre you typically don't read. That's how it was with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ammon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;. I wanted to read it because I love the Book of Mormon story of Ammon. What an amazing person and missionary he was. Of course, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ammon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;by H.B. Moore is a fictional account woven around the details from the Book of Mormon. The characters are carefully crafted and some take unexpected turns, but you can't help cheering for those who are trying to follow the promptings of the Spirit. An uplifting book perfect for the start of summer. I highly recommend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mocx2-8luY/TcotiMYCj5I/AAAAAAAAATk/gZIwg4Ebgr8/s1600/Ammon+Cover+jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mocx2-8luY/TcotiMYCj5I/AAAAAAAAATk/gZIwg4Ebgr8/s1600/Ammon+Cover+jpeg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back of the Book: &lt;/b&gt;With the fire of newfound testimony, Ammon and his brethren leave Zarahemla to preach the gospel in Lamanite lands, carrying nothing but hunting weapons and the promises of God. Spotted by an enemy scout, they part ways in the dense jungle with hopes of reuniting at the close of their harvest. Ammon follows the Spirit to the borders of Ishmael, where he's ambushed just seconds after spotting Elena, a fair-skinned woman who captures his interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As Ammon gains reknown in the kingdom, he defends Elena from the advances of Gad, the loathsome widower she’ll soon be required to marry. Then swearing allegiance to the Lamanite king and trusting in the Lord, Ammon further proves his strength and devotion by sparing King Lamoni’s flocks from plunderers. The amazed king and his court are converted to the gospel through Ammon’s powerful teachings and the miraculous events that follow, but each action Ammon takes causes more and more disruption throughout the kingdom. And when Elena is abducted by her own brother and hidden away in an unspeakable place, Ammon faces his greatest struggle yet: not just the outward challenge of lethal combat but also the inward challenge of loving one’s enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbmoore.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;H. B. Moore's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;books are&amp;nbsp;available at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/Ammon-H-B-Moore/i/5063116"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deseret Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/H.-B.-Moore/e/B001K8942Q"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The author provided an e-copy of this book for review at no charge. However, this did not influence how much I enjoyed the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8734091490648471755?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8734091490648471755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/ammon-by-hb-moore.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8734091490648471755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8734091490648471755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/ammon-by-hb-moore.html' title='Ammon by H.B. Moore'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mocx2-8luY/TcotiMYCj5I/AAAAAAAAATk/gZIwg4Ebgr8/s72-c/Ammon+Cover+jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-6797869612454360161</id><published>2011-05-05T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:59:27.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls</title><content type='html'>Anyone who has daughters knows exactly what I mean. You cannot escape them. Perhaps, like me, you have been one. I try to teach my daughters to not be mean girls. Nothing positive is gained through meanness - and some of those 'mean girl' things haunt me more than thirty years later. That being said, you be the judge of how well I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my youngest and a friend were playing. Not long after my older kids came home from school the little girl said to my teenage daughter, "Who taught you to be mean?" My teenager denied it and I just laughed thinking, "My husband &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;right, the apple didn't fall far from the tree." Report Card: F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've got some work to do. Can I start by apologizing to Lisa Allen, Lisa Newey, and my first best friend ever (didn't she know that I wanted to be just like her? - I always cut my hair like hers, bought shoes like hers, etc.) Karen Stakebake. I can't take back those things I said and the horrible things I did (although I gladly would), but know in my heart of hearts, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my challenge to you is to find time to share the kindness this next week and Write On my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-6797869612454360161?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6797869612454360161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/mean-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6797869612454360161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6797869612454360161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/05/mean-girls.html' title='Mean Girls'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-7933271193465090936</id><published>2011-04-28T13:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:42:00.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Possession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elana Johnson'/><title type='text'>Possession by Elana Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Simon and Schuster provided the eGalley for this novel for free. This in no way influenced my review of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VoXM3lTG3mY/TcovQ7L9_mI/AAAAAAAAATo/Xis1cEr19kA/s1600/Possession.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VoXM3lTG3mY/TcovQ7L9_mI/AAAAAAAAATo/Xis1cEr19kA/s1600/Possession.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back of the Book&lt;/b&gt;: Vi knows the Rule: Girls don't walk with boys, and they never even think about kissing them. But no one makes Vi want to break the Rules more than Zenn...and since the Thinkers have chosen him as Vi's future match, how much trouble can one kiss cause? The Thinkers may have brainwashed the rest of the population, but Vi is determined to think for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But the Thinkers are unusually persuasive, and they're set on convincing Vi to become one of them...starting by brainwashing Zenn. Vi can't leave Zenn in the Thinkers' hands, but she's wary of joining the rebellion, especially since that means teaming up with Jag. Jag is egotistical, charismatic, and dangerous: everything Zenn's not. Vi can't quite trust Jag and can't quite resist him, but she also can't give up on Zenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is a game of control or be controlled. And Vi has no choice but to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My Take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;:&amp;nbsp;If you're looking for a dystopian adventure with a fresh voice, look no further. Can I just say: You've got to get your hands on this book and READ IT! Check out my right column for the countdown to its debut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In a setting similar to Suzanne Colllins' Hunger Games, Violet Schoenfeld must discover why 'The Association' wants her when it has killed or altered everyone she loves. With the help of the very appealing Jag Barque, she manages to stay one step ahead discovering things about the world she lives in, herself, her family, and Jag. Pleasant and unpleasant things. In the end, she must choose, control or be controlled. What will she do to protect the people she loves? What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With lots of twists and turns in this story, I had a difficult time putting this book down. When I did manage to tear myself away, all I could think about were the characters and what was happening. (And now that I'm finished, it's still playing in my head...) It was easy to become immersed in Vi's world and I think Elana did a fantastic job creating believable characters, an interesting world and realistic gadgets - things you would really like to get your hands on and things you're really glad are not invented (mechs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A delicious read clear to the end. Check out the official&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.possessionthebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;website and pre-order your copy&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Possession-Elana-Johnson/dp/1442421258/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1289399242&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Possession/Elana-Johnson/e/9781442421257/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=possession+by+elana+johnson"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksamillion.com/product/9781442421257?id=4893699996726"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Books-a-million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookdepository.com/book/9781442421257/Possession"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Book Depository&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=1442421258"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781442421257"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;IndieBound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Elana is an amazing writer, teacher, and mentor. Find out more about her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elanajohnson.com/"&gt;at her website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-7933271193465090936?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7933271193465090936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/possession-by-elana-johnson.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7933271193465090936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7933271193465090936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/possession-by-elana-johnson.html' title='Possession by Elana Johnson'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VoXM3lTG3mY/TcovQ7L9_mI/AAAAAAAAATo/Xis1cEr19kA/s72-c/Possession.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8479254650679989019</id><published>2011-04-25T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:58:32.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bound'/><title type='text'>Lemon Pie</title><content type='html'>Like many people, I had piano lessons when I was a girl. I can remember walking from the school to my piano teacher's house. On the way was Leon's Market - the only gas station in town and for a long time the only general store. The day of piano lessons, I loved it if I had a dime. We would stop at Leon's and I would buy a little box of Lemonheads to eat as we walked. YUM! I loved biting into them and having the sour liquid pucker up my mouth. Now I'm savoring a sweet lemon pie from Croshaw's and wow is it delicious and bringing back sweet lemon memories. What's your favorite childhood candy? And, if you're a writer, what's your current Main Character's favorite treat? Siri's is pears (Siri is the MC from my novel Bound). That girl loves pears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8479254650679989019?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8479254650679989019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/lemon-pie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8479254650679989019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8479254650679989019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/lemon-pie.html' title='Lemon Pie'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-3609798998476050469</id><published>2011-04-11T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:31:34.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today's book buzz is Curse of the Elfs by Anna Del C Dye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When an Immortal race ceases to be immortal woe to the land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ancient legend tells of elfs crossing paths with a dying wizard named Zoltan. The Old Sorcerer’s unrepentant deeds had caused the wizarding school to chastise him severely. On his deathbed Zoltan asked the elfs for help.&amp;nbsp; Losing patience in his delirium, he cursed them. Now, the immortal elfin race is slowly, but surely dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their only hope lies in a servant of kings who must learn to love the elfs before he will attempt to save them. But no one, elf or mankind, has ever heard of this man. Can the healer be found before their race is gone forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="CurseOE-Cover1.jpg" height="200" src="webkit-fake-url://A59D8F3F-66BF-4C71-B211-14FCE6550B95/CurseOE-Cover1.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anna del C. Dye was born in Valparaiso, Chile, amongst some of the world's most famous beaches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;After meeting Rodney, a native of Idaho, in her hometown, Anna traveled to Utah on Christmas Eve and married him two weeks later. Their love story, Why Him? was published by Covenant in the book entitled Tender Mercies. Anna and Rodney reside in Taylorsville, Utah and are the parents of three princes and a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anna is an accomplished, multi-award winning author. One of her short stories entitled Amerine—Fairy Princess won an award in the Oquirrh Writers contest. The first book in her new YA Romance Series entitled “A Kingdom By The Sea” also won an award. Anna’s works also include The Silent Warrior Trilogy, the beginning saga of her YA Elf Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Author Interview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anna long have you been writing and why did you started?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;About seven years ago I started because my husband wanted to live to the ripe age of fifty. He thought my imagination would be the end of his days. He actually ordered me to. He is awesome. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What are your books titled?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the order they were published, they are:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Silent Warrior Trilogy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Book 1 - The Elf and the Princess&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Book 2 - Trouble in the Elf City&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Book 3 - Elfs in a conquered Realm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and now:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Curse of the Elfs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do you write your book from beginning to end, or start with the end or in the middle? Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Trilogy I started in the front. Curse of the Elfs came to me in the middle, then it took form toward the front and the back. I am not sure why… it just happened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Was there a particular person or event that inspired you to write this story?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The last movie of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. I wanted to know more about the character’s lives and couldn’t find enough. My husband said, “Why don’t you write your own.” I answered, “Yah right!” But his answer haunted me and in three days I had the draft of The Elf and the Princess in my mind. When I told him the story he came back with a laptop and told me to write it. The rest is history.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What advice would you give to aspiring authors? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Never give up!!! Join a writer's chapter close to you right now, and learn the craft from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anna, do you write with music playing? If so, is the music likely to be songs with lyrics or only instrumentals?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I do have music on, though I love quietness. I have my favorite tunes in the computer where I write. Lots of them have lyric a few don’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: -.5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What is the coolest thing about being an author?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meeting great people and other authors. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What would you say is the most challenging part about being an author? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Spending hours promoting my books while I would like to be writing another. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do you have a particular goal you aim to achieve with your writing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To take people to a wonderful world where they can forget reality’s cold hand and safely enjoy fantasy. Life is tough and we need something to help us make it more fun and worth living. Fantasy is the way I choose to do it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You once told me that English was your second language. What sort of challenges did you meet in trying to write your books, if any? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: -.5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Not many really. I write and my editor has to figure out what I am trying to say. (If I can't figure how a word goes in English, I put it in Spanish...he speaks Spanish very well.) We have a lot of fun when we edit the books; because of my English mess ups.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: -.5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you could give your book to only one person, who would it be and why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A teenager in trouble... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the hope that he/she could discover the power they have deep inside to change and become better. I want them to see that nothing is impossible if we put our minds to it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Can you share with your fans how can you describe so well your battle scenes and the sword's playing action?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We found a medieval sword fighting class at the local high school and my husband and I took it. My husband liked it so much he has taken it for a few years now and has even earned two different belts with the clan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Where can we purchase a copy of your books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;www.amazon.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;www.barnesandnoble.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annadelc.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;www.annadelc.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thank you for this opportunity to visit with you and your friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You're welcome Anna. We're so glad to get to know you better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0px;"&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/4578952595670654787-3609798998476050469?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3609798998476050469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-buzz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/3609798998476050469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/3609798998476050469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-buzz.html' title='Book Buzz'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4065035309144807273</id><published>2011-04-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:36:07.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I sat at the park with my youngest child and a couple of nephews. Trios are difficult because someone usually gets left out. These three usually play well together because they know the ‘be mean to one’ thing doesn’t fly. But sometimes, like today, a fist is thrown or someone is pushed. My son happened to be the one doing the pushing so had a little time out where we talked about choices and making things right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After talking to me he went to play (I did have to remind him to take care of business before playing). He happily approached the other child and said he was sorry and gave him a hug. By this time, not two minutes after the incident, all was forgotten and they all returned to playing together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Switch scenes to adults. A woman I know has harbored a grudge for nearly thirty years. It has ruined many relationships and, I believe, her own life. I do not know all of the specifics, but I do know it was more than a push on a playground. Has it been worth it? The torment she has put herself through by not forgiving. The pain she has caused many family members? The emptiness her life has become? How different would her life have been if she had been ‘as a little child’?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forgiving isn’t always easy and sometimes we cannot do it alone. No matter how hard we try. I ran into this a number of years ago, trying and trying to forgive what I felt was an offense against me. No matter how hard I tried to let it go, it continued to eat away at me. Finally realizing that I needed help, I laid my burden at Christ’s feet and begged for help. You know how the story ends. Peace filled me and I was able to forgive. This was a blessed experience in my life and a testimony to me that my Heavenly Father loves me…flaws and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So my question to you is: Are you holding a grudge? If you aren’t, you are a step ahead. If you are, I challenge you to lay your burden at His feet and find the peace that only He can bring. And from now on, remember we are all his children, let us be kind to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4065035309144807273?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4065035309144807273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/grudge.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4065035309144807273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4065035309144807273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/grudge.html' title='The Grudge'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8727757560737439063</id><published>2011-04-07T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:55:39.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possession Giveaway</title><content type='html'>It seems like my creativity has run dry and all I'm doing is posting fabulous contests. True. Here is another one. Elana is so much fun and I can't wait to read Possession. Check out her facebook contest&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/possessionthebook?sk=app_4949752878"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So many books, so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8727757560737439063?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8727757560737439063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/possession-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8727757560737439063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8727757560737439063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/possession-giveaway.html' title='Possession Giveaway'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-830109792784738494</id><published>2011-03-23T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:45:37.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Eyre Giveaway</title><content type='html'>OK, how can I resist a giveaway involving my favorite book? I cannot! Here is the link so you can enter, too. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://readingforsanity.blogspot.com/2011/03/jane-eyre-swag-bag-giveaway.html"&gt;Jane Eyre Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-830109792784738494?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/830109792784738494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/jane-eyre-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/830109792784738494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/830109792784738494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/jane-eyre-giveaway.html' title='Jane Eyre Giveaway'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4885259963520925357</id><published>2011-03-14T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:43:28.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Another Giveaway! Hooray!</title><content type='html'>For a chance to win a Desert Book Bestseller, check out Don Carey's blog. I love recipes, so I think books that include them are so cool. Mr. Carey includes some fabulous recipes - including pictures - on his blog. Why am I salivating just thinking about Pani Popo? Go see for yourself, right after you check out his giveaway. (hint: you can search his site using the word 'coconut' and it brings up delightful things!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4885259963520925357?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4885259963520925357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-giveaway-hooray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4885259963520925357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4885259963520925357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-giveaway-hooray.html' title='Another Giveaway! Hooray!'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2358810476059792682</id><published>2011-03-14T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:47:12.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>We all love giveaways and this is a book giveaway, so that makes it even better. Head on over to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://whimsywritingandreading.weebly.com/2/post/2011/03/wowzer-wow-wow-200-followers-celebration-and-giveaway.html"&gt;Angela Scott's blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and check out the books she's giving away. (Also check out her 60 word challenge - I thought it was AMAZING). Happy Monday, Good Luck, and as always, Write On my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2358810476059792682?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2358810476059792682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/giveaway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2358810476059792682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2358810476059792682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway!'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-7151307602938490348</id><published>2011-03-12T01:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T01:00:07.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bound'/><title type='text'>Bound, a novel, first 312 words</title><content type='html'>Title: Bound&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Fantasy Romance&lt;br /&gt;Status: WIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nafaeri bit down on her lip and climbed the thick plank steps of the castle’s northwest tower. Failure to find the amulet had plagued her for weeks. Today’s plan to ask the oracle, seer of all, had better work. She could think of no other option at the moment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time grew more critical with each passing day. Takeover plans had progressed but would soon halt, even collapse, if she did not attain the powerful talisman. It would ensure no one could stand in her way. Not even King Rannu, the most powerful elf in the land. A smile crept across her face stopping short of her eyes and then faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of her disguises or informants had produced even a hint of its whereabouts. The king had either hidden it well or he had enchanted it to prevent others from locating it. Her fingers massaged the ache in her temples and the top stair came into view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water oracle, the elven king’s connection to the gods, could provide an answer if she reached it; but it lay ahead beyond the guarded tower door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced out a slit in the stone wall as she passed. The tops of giant cypress trees danced in their rows along the road to the castle. Her castle. Warm air swirled through the narrow stairwell of the enormous turret. It lifted strands of her flaxen hair offering encouragement and pushing her toward her goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lowered her neckline enough to distract anyone and adopted a confused expression as she crossed the last few steps. Glancing back and forth as if lost she approached the two sentinels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ogling amused her. Returning their smiles she whispered an incantation under her breath. Aaaah, she loved this spell. Their strength would disappear as soon as she touched their skin. Her heart leapt in anticipation of their fear and agony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-7151307602938490348?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7151307602938490348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/bound-novel-first-312-words.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7151307602938490348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7151307602938490348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/bound-novel-first-312-words.html' title='Bound, a novel, first 312 words'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2844980772385640349</id><published>2011-03-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:35:07.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman New Zealand</title><content type='html'>Today my beautiful sister (OK, all my sisters are beautiful, not just this one - yes, I took one for the team and opted for the brains, but even that is questionable sometimes) is competing in the New Zealand Ironman. She has competed there once before and also in St. George, Utah. I got to see her compete in Utah. Ah-Ma-Zing! Both she and her husband are competing (as they have previously). They started at 6:40 a.m. local time (which was 9:40 PST).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short YouTube video of last year in NZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="432" height="351" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5Uv5qbcmdyM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked the stats on the Ironman website and she's finished the swimming and the first leg of the bike segment. I have to admit that she hasn't even finished and I'm already choked up. I am so proud of her. This is such a huge challenge and accomplishment. I think sometimes I forget we can do hard things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I like easy things better, but accomplishing something difficult is so much more fulfilling. Take my writing. It's so much easier to write passive voice and use lots of adjectives and adverbs, but, it's so much better to read over something I've taken the time to work out and think, "Wow, I wrote that?" So, here's to meeting our writing challenges head-on, whatever they may be. We can do hard things, so Write On my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to check out the Ironman website with links to future races and to current race coverage, click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ironman.com/#axzz1FfTcwLbO"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More YouTube here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="432" height="351" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MYYwBan8blk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2844980772385640349?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2844980772385640349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/ironman-new-zealand.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2844980772385640349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2844980772385640349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/ironman-new-zealand.html' title='Ironman New Zealand'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5Uv5qbcmdyM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-1827584092811830408</id><published>2011-02-23T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T11:35:06.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist in Us</title><content type='html'>I recently got an update from an artist friend, Tory Long. I first met Tory when I hired him to paint my fireplace. He was one of those people I felt an almost immediate rapport with and as I got to know him a little better I discovered he had never had any formal training. He is self taught and has developed his gift in amazing ways. Check it out for yourself at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.awexpressions.com/"&gt;Artistic Wall Expressions&lt;/a&gt;. If you click on Portfolio and then Fireplace Refinishes, mine is the second picture featured. Spend a few minutes checking out his amazing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a writing note, my progress in creating a masterpiece is coming along, albeit slower than I would like. I just have to remember that anything worth doing is worth spending the time to do right. This weekend I am &amp;nbsp;attending the American Night Writers Association conference in Phoenix and I am looking forward to learning more about becoming a great writer. So whether your craft comes naturally to you or you are learning step by step, Write On my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-1827584092811830408?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1827584092811830408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/02/artist-in-us.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1827584092811830408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1827584092811830408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/02/artist-in-us.html' title='The Artist in Us'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-5702758282867163226</id><published>2011-01-12T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:51:10.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Star Prophecy Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The adventure begins with the blog tour&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Star-Prophecy-Joan-Sowards/dp/1935217879/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1294420199&amp;amp;sr=8-1" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Star&lt;br /&gt;Prophecy&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://joansowards.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joan Sowards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44c9Iqk0ZRo/TSdKNGSFyHI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FChTIZ1YdU8/s1600/thestarprophecy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559493853897410674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44c9Iqk0ZRo/TSdKNGSFyHI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FChTIZ1YdU8/s400/thestarprophecy.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 261px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;We will be giving away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; THREE&lt;/span&gt; copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Star-Prophecy-Joan-Sowards/dp/1935217879/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1294420199&amp;amp;sr=8-1" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Star&amp;nbsp;Prophecy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's easy to enter.&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit the fabulous reviews and leave a comment letting us know why&amp;nbsp;you're excited to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Star&amp;nbsp;Prophecy&lt;/span&gt;. Remember to include your email address.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you tweet about the blog tour, or post about it on your blog or&amp;nbsp;facebook, leave the link in the comments section and you'll receive an&amp;nbsp;additional entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck! Entries close at midnight (MST) on January 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BACK OF THE BOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are crazy. No Nephite has ever&amp;nbsp;returned."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people laugh when they hear of Enoch's dream of returning to&amp;nbsp;Jerusalem to find the infant Messiah. Even Enoch's future father-in-law&amp;nbsp;mocks him when he asks for a postponement of his long-awaited wedding to&amp;nbsp;his beloved Rebekah. A few take Enoch seriously - the shipbuilder Omnihah,&amp;nbsp;Enoch's teacher David, and the prophet Nephi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years before, a Lamanite named Samuel had stood on the wall of&amp;nbsp;Zarahemla and prophesied that "five years more cometh" and the Christ&amp;nbsp;would be born in Jerusalem. Time is running out! Enoch knows he must set&amp;nbsp;sail across the great waters in search of his dream - to see the face of&amp;nbsp;the Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Star Prophacy&lt;/span&gt; is a surprising&amp;nbsp;story of courage and love, faith and fortitude. Sail with Enoch and his&lt;br /&gt;friends across the sea through hardship and adventure in search of the&amp;nbsp;Christ child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walnut Springs Press graciously sent me a free copy of this wonderful book by Joan Sowards but that does not sway my opinion one way or the other. I will admit that I generally steer away from religious fiction - we won't go into the 'why' because I'm pretty sure it delves into the weird way my brain works. But enough on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book immensely. Immensely. I will admit that it took me past the first chapter to get into it, but then it unfolded into this amazing tale. The characters are heartwarming and I loved that she chose the name Enoch for the main character. When I hear that name, of course I think of the city of Enoch and the goodness of those people. The Enoch of this story is right in line with that. Doing what's right because it's the right thing to do but still being very human in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the other characters were also very relatable. I love second chances when the character recognizes that change is necessary and turns to goodness, or in this case, seeking the Messiah. Kumeni is one of those characters and turned out to be one of my favorites in this story. I also really liked the focus on simple 'faith' things like praying together daily - so important but sometimes we take is for granted. I will be recommending this book to my friends and family and to you. Follow the blog tour and win one of the three copies OR go&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Star-Prophecy-Joan-Sowards/dp/1935217879"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to buy your very own copy.&lt;span id="goog_1243288238"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1243288239"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamareadernotawriter.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-tour-part-3-author-interview-book.html"&gt;I Am A Reader Not A Writer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://totallytinascott.blogspot.com/"&gt;Totally Tina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peggyurry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peggy Urry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alisonpalmer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tangled Words and Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kayleebaldwin.com/"&gt;Kaylee Baldwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valerieipson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Of Writerly Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writersmirror.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writers Mirror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonnieharris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bonnie Gets a Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.valeriesteimle.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Blessing of Family&lt;br /&gt;Life &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annadelc.com/blog/"&gt;Anna del C. Dye's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raneesclark.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renee S. Clark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-5702758282867163226?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5702758282867163226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/01/star-prophecy-review.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5702758282867163226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5702758282867163226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2011/01/star-prophecy-review.html' title='The Star Prophecy Review'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44c9Iqk0ZRo/TSdKNGSFyHI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FChTIZ1Yd&#xA;U8/s72-c/thestarprophecy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2149319965296026021</id><published>2010-12-07T07:02:00.066-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:02:01.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rogue Shop'/><title type='text'>Michael Knudsen Interview</title><content type='html'>My heart goes out today to all who've served in our country's military. Memories of my few visits to Pearl Harbor fill me with sadness of the ravages of war and deep gratitude to the men and women who have fought for our freedoms or directly supported those people. May God bless you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TPqpi-nt9lI/AAAAAAAAASY/yLr27PtNaeU/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TPqpi-nt9lI/AAAAAAAAASY/yLr27PtNaeU/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a lighter note, I have a super cool interview today and one I'm so excited about. Michael Knudsen's book 'The Rogue Shop' comes out TOMORROW! That's right, the last day for pre-orders is today, so go &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rogue-Shop-Michael-Knudsen/dp/1599554682/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1286555685&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rogue-Shop-Michael-Knudsen/dp/1599554682/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1286555685&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and get your copy. Then check out &lt;a href="http://michaelknudsenauthor.com/"&gt;Mr. Kundsen's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;website.&amp;nbsp;It's a fun website and I highly recommend 'The Rogue Shop' teasers. So, on to the interview - which &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the best part of this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PU&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What do you like best about your character Chris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MK&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I like that he wants to redeem himself from the awful mistakes he made as a teenager. At age 20, he is still suffering mentally and&amp;nbsp;spiritually due to a car accident he was responsible for at age 16.&amp;nbsp;What hurts him the most is that his own parents were killed by a drunk driver when he was just 3. It's heroic that he tries to atone for&amp;nbsp;this by improving his own life, but during my story he learns the&amp;nbsp;limits of what he can do by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PU&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A good lesson for all of us, too. What is your favorite line from the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MK&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"I scanned the contents of my cerebral quarry for the bedrock of my&amp;nbsp;convictions and came up with a load of sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In writing that line, I was looking for just the right metaphor for&amp;nbsp;Chris to realize that despite his efforts at walking a straight and&amp;nbsp;narrow path, his refusal to find foundational principles and live by&amp;nbsp;them is severely limiting his progress--and is also creating distance&amp;nbsp;between him and the girl he's falling in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PU&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do you outline or let the fingers fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MK &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;An outline is critical to start with, but after letting the "fingers&amp;nbsp;fly" for a few thousand words, the outline is pretty much out the&amp;nbsp;window and I wing it until I get stuck again. Then I revise the&amp;nbsp;outline and take off for another flight. This process is repeated&amp;nbsp;several times, and the finished product is never very close to what&amp;nbsp;the outline was. Even the ending tends to change dramatically. I&amp;nbsp;know, it sounds awful, but that's how it happened with The Rogue Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PU &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I don't think it's awful. I think having a basic idea of where your story is going is valuable. Especially for me when the process is so long that I forget where I had originally gone with it even though, as you said, it changes as you go anyway. What are some ways you work through writer's block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MK &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I see the presence of writer's block as evidence of 1 of 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm feeling lazy and don't really want to write a novel as much as&amp;nbsp;I want to have written a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't have a good enough story idea or outline and need to spend&amp;nbsp;a little more time in preparation (but not too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best block-breaking motivation for me is to go visit a bookstore&amp;nbsp;or library, just browsing around. After about an hour of seeing all&amp;nbsp;the millions of words other people have written and published, I am&lt;br /&gt;anxious to get home and back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PU&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What was your favorite genre and/or author growing up and has that changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MK &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I grew up on speculative fiction. Tolkien, Brooks, Mervyn Peake and&amp;nbsp;his delightfully wordy Gormenghast Trilogy, tons of science fiction&amp;nbsp;and horror. In college I enjoyed many of the classics of American&amp;nbsp;literature, particularly Hawthorne and Faulkner. I learned a great&amp;nbsp;deal from Shakespeare and Dickens. As an adult, I read it all. I&amp;nbsp;like to go back to the fantasy and sci-fi, and when I get sick of that&lt;br /&gt;I pick up a classic, or mainstream fiction. I've read a lot of LDS&amp;nbsp;fiction lately and have loved what I've found. I also enjoy a wide&amp;nbsp;range of non-fiction on many different topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PU&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Who has been your greatest influence as a writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MK&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;#1 is my 12th grade English teacher, Ms. Argus. She is the first&amp;nbsp;person (besides my mom) who read my papers and told me she thought I&amp;nbsp;was talented and could be a good writer. I've never forgotten that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PU&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Any words of advice for aspiring authors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MK &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;There are a million distractions these days that take away from your&amp;nbsp;writing time. Even things we consider important like keeping up on a&amp;nbsp;blog and maintaining your place in the writer's community can take&amp;nbsp;away from what you really need to do, which is finish your novel.&amp;nbsp;Just today I looked at my blog stats, and saw that in November 2009, I&amp;nbsp;made zero posts and had zero visitors to my blog. How pathetic, I&amp;nbsp;thought. Why was that such a lame month? Then I realized: November&amp;nbsp;2009 was the month I finally finished The Rogue Shop. I wrote over&amp;nbsp;200 pages that month. Sometimes the level of intensity required to&amp;nbsp;finish something big requires the sacrifice of smaller things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Peggy for hosting me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PU&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thank you Michael and best of luck. Remember to check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://michaelknudsenauthor.com/"&gt;Michael's cool website&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and order your own copy of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rogue-Shop-Michael-Knudsen/dp/1599554682/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1286555685&amp;amp;sr=8-1&amp;amp;tag=vglnk-c498-20"&gt;The Rogue Shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2149319965296026021?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2149319965296026021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/12/michael-knudsen-interview.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2149319965296026021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2149319965296026021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/12/michael-knudsen-interview.html' title='Michael Knudsen Interview'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TPqpi-nt9lI/AAAAAAAAASY/yLr27PtNaeU/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-1283183901650128224</id><published>2010-11-22T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:55:48.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Miracles uTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqEEHX3aK9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqEEHX3aK9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4578952595670654787-1283183901650128224?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1283183901650128224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-miracles-utube.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1283183901650128224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1283183901650128224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-miracles-utube.html' title='True Miracles uTube'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-5601861712904100528</id><published>2010-11-22T11:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:49:00.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Need a Christmas gift for that person who has everything? This is perfect. Even non-readers can enjoy the compilation of inspiring stories in&amp;nbsp;Anne Bradshaw's book True Miracles with Genealogy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TOqzrTFyZDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y0rryfQjWKQ/s1600/TMWG+small+for+websites_A.Bradshaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TOqzrTFyZDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y0rryfQjWKQ/s320/TMWG+small+for+websites_A.Bradshaw.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether you are a genealogy buff and or not, I think this would be in interesting read. I know we get help from those who have gone before as people within my family have experienced this when doing genealogy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is an interview with the author:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What is your current book and how would you describe it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I actually have two new books out, but the one I'm concentrating on right now is "True Miracles with Genealogy~Help from Beyond the Veil." Compiling it was an amazing experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"True Miracles" is a collection of inspiring research stories, spiritual moments as help comes from beyond the veil. It is unique, comforting, and powerful. Each account can't help but touch hearts as readers come to the heady realization that there really is a world of spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;How and when did you gather stories for this book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I put out requests for stories on many social websites, including Facebook. Genealogists from all over the USA and from other countries responded. It amazed me to read so many unusual experiences—to learn of the many different ways researchers received the help they needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I'm sure my book contains only a tiny portion of the vast number of stories that go unrecorded every year—even every day—throughout the world. As someone says in the book, "Heaven is only a whisper away." It really is that close, but most times in the busy hours of our life, we're not in tune, or not ready to listen and act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I began compiling seriously at the beginning of 2010. The more stories I received the more fascinating, and compelling it was to keep going. Once the initial call for stories went out, friends began telling others about the project and story gathering took on its own momentum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;There was a lot of work involved in the initial story editing to make each one fit the book's style. I thought about putting different accounts into categories within the book, but as stories kept arriving, I they simply didn't fit neatly into any particular groups because each experience was unique, and as such, each one needed its own classification, which defeated any effort to make them match others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Is there a website for "True Miracles with Genealogy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Yes, I created a website at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truemiracleswithgenealogy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;http://www.truemiracleswithgenealogy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to further the book's purpose of sharing research stories. I hope many readers will send in their experiences. I realize it's unusual for most people to have more than one or two genealogy miracles in a lifetime—and many have none—but treasuring and sharing these events is so worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;The website is also home to the book's reviews. These are under the Book Review tab, top of the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Where can readers purchase this book?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;It's available in both paperback and electronic form. I deliberately kept the price low so more can afford to enjoy it. The Kindle and Nook eBook versions are only $2.99. I hope local bookstores will soon make it available. The book is on many Internet sites. Below are sample links. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;If you don’t have a Kindle, you can download free software for your computer, phone, iTouch, iPad, and more on Amazon&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amzn.to/4nck80"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Amazon's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.createspace.com/3477323"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;CreateSpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;$8.99, shipping $3.61&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amzn.to/9IenR5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;$8.99, shipping $3.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Kindle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amzn.to/cqZX9P"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;eBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;$2.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Nook&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/91Uii4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;eBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;$2.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/c88d1n"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;$8.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What other genres do you write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I’ve tried my hand at several—YA mystery suspense (my other new book is titled "DINGO"), adult fiction, poetry, non-Fiction, and screenwriting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What type of writing schedule do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Now the children are grown and flown, I can write any time I choose, which is most of the day on one thing or another. I get up at 5.30 a.m. and fit speed walking, chores and meal making between writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;How do you handle life interruptions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Interruptions are good breaks for me. If I type too long, I get neck and shoulder pain, so I welcome a change of pace—unless I’m in the middle of something that’s going particularly well, or coming to an end—then I grit my teeth and hit “save.” And I usually scribble down whatever thought was passing through my mind at the time, because I'm sure to forget it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Where did you go to college and master in writing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I studied writing through an online college course in England. The rest was practice, practice and more practice. And reading, reading and more reading – especially books about writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;How much time does writing take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Many long hours. For me, getting it right is not a fast process. Re-writes take forever. Marketing takes even longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What else do you do besides writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;My hobbies include vegetable and herb gardening, photography, and getting lost in great books. I’m a lousy cook, but we have to eat. Years ago in England, we reared goats, chickens, and bees, and I really enjoyed those times. As for travel, if it weren’t for children and grandchildren spread around the country, I’d be perfectly happy staying home. Travel seems such a huge, uncomfortable thing these days, but, like eating, it has to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Are you ever nervous when writing? Ever have self-doubts as to your skills? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Oh yes, all the time. If I dwelt on doubts, I would never get anything written. But they do serve a purpose. My doubts make me continue to read about the art of writing. There is much to learn and relearn. I attend writing conferences, also. They are great for rekindling enthusiasm, and an excellent resource.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What have been some of your most successful work habits as a writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Probably my most successful habit is the ability to stay focused. And I'm happy to change a manuscript if it means a better story. Growing a thick skin against rejection was a tough one for me, because rejection feeds self-doubt. It never gets any easier to read, "Thanks for your manuscript, but . . .” However, these days I'm doing better at shrugging it off and battling on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Do you believe there is any "magic" formula to being published?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I’d love to know it if there is one. Sometimes, it seems more like good luck, striking the market at the right time, and combining that with huge marketing efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What others have said about this book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"There aren't enough collections of these stories, and I, for one, am very grateful to Anne Bradshaw for compiling a few more of them. They truly do touch and encourage and uplift, and having read the book, I am once again inspired to try a little harder on my own 'blind alleys.'" ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Kathleen Dalton-Woodbury for the Association for Mormon Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"Anne Bradshaw’s book is not a genealogical how-to manual. "True Miracles with Genealogy" is a worldwide collection of astounding personal stories that illustrate the remarkable assistance available to us when we combine diligent research with help from beyond the veil." ~ Laurie L.C. Lewis, Author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"True Miracles with Genealogy~Help from Beyond the Veil" is a collection of research stories written by ordinary people with extraordinary experiences. These events are part of the reward that comes from doing genealogy. They are the fathers turning their hearts to their children—the spiritual moments as help comes from beyond the veil. Each account is unique. Each is a miracle. Each will inspire readers as they come to the heady realization that genealogy is more than it appears to be, and there really is a world of spirits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"'Sometimes we forget how close Heaven is to Earth—just a whisper away' ~ Elizabeth Jane Roberts. This is the kind of comfort offered by True Miracles with Genealogy. Personal story after story rivets your attention. This book is a powerhouse of inspiration—an absolute must-read to keep on your nightstand." ~ C.S. Bezas, Author and Columnist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"Whether you've been doing your family history for years, or have just started, or just enjoy reading about the process, you'll find something to delight and inspire you in this remarkable work." ~ Tristi Pinkston, Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truemiracleswithgenealogy.com/p/true-miracles-with-genealogy-book.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;More reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Doesn't it sound fascinating?&lt;/span&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/4578952595670654787-5601861712904100528?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5601861712904100528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5601861712904100528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5601861712904100528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-miracles.html' title='True Miracles'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TOqzrTFyZDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y0rryfQjWKQ/s72-c/TMWG+small+for+websites_A.Bradshaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-7406578291821673951</id><published>2010-11-17T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:18:53.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talents</title><content type='html'>Today while listening to the Met Opera station I mused about what the singers might have been like as children. Did their parents recognize their young child had a 'gift' or was it a mentor later in their life? Did they love singing? Did they start singing the moment they got up and not quit until their siblings threatened their very lives? What if they didn't love what they did - would they make it to the Metropolitan Opera House? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about myself (let's call it introspection rather than selfishness, OK? That will make me feel better). Do I have any talents like this? Hmmm. None that I could think of. I can do lots of things but none really well. For example, I can design and sew clothes (I did my own prom dress), but I'm not a sewing genius. I can ride a bike, but Cycle Oregon? No way. I'll leave that to two of my sisters. I can cook, but will my children eat it? Sometimes. I can draw, but I'm more of a Picasso (maybe that's why his art appeals to me) than a Rembrandt. I can play the piano but not well enough to play in front of people. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what sets the Met Opera people apart from people like me? They have what it takes, but I'd like to think I do too. They have studied their craft. Perhaps this is where I've gone astray. Mediocrity comes easily. They have spent countless hours practicing and studying to the point of near perfection. Few of us are prodigies, but even they hone their craft for hours upon hours, day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no prodigy, but I have resources available to me to excel in any area I determine. So, should I take up basketball? At 6' I'm tall for a female, but short by WNBA standards. I like basketball, particularly when I can sink a shot faster than my teenagers and husband. But, what I lack is the desire. If I had to go out and shoot hoops and run for hours on end, I don't think I would like it so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is something that I could do for hours and not get tired of it? The answer: Make up stories. I was about to go on a tangent about a Project Management class I took, but I will save it for another post. My point to all of this is that I have the resources and the desire to be a great writer, now I just have to put it all into action. Study my craft and minimize my distractions and work at it every day. Someday I hope you'll read something I've written besides this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a talent you are pursuing? Keep at it and for all you writers out there, Write On my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-7406578291821673951?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7406578291821673951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/talents.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7406578291821673951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7406578291821673951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/talents.html' title='Talents'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8540966570884709781</id><published>2010-11-17T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:08:14.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contests Contests Contests</title><content type='html'>So many great contests out there from chocolate to signed copies of pop fiction. These are also great people that I know! Coolio, huh?!! Check them out and see what they've got going on their websites. Also, stay tuned because I will be hosting my own contest soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicholegiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/mega-awesome-totally-fabulous-i-heart.html"&gt;Nicole Giles Contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://donaldjcarey.com/2010/11/the-bumpy-landings-teaser-contest.html"&gt;Donald J. Carey Contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video teaser from Donald's book scheduled for release in January. Enjoy! (Can't wait to read this as it's set in one of my favorite places - Laie, Hawaii).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2V98bgSFK_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2V98bgSFK_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/4578952595670654787-8540966570884709781?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8540966570884709781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/contests-contests-contests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8540966570884709781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8540966570884709781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/contests-contests-contests.html' title='Contests Contests Contests'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2673022413250062374</id><published>2010-10-29T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:38:50.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>No, not the fabulous novel by Jane Austen. What I'm talking about is letting our pride and prejudices hinder our progress as writers. Would you carry around and use a 'brick' phone today? Some of you probably aren't old enough to remember those - they were cell phones about the size of a brick and we thought we were so very cool pulling out the antenna and punching in numbers to call our buddy's land line to show off. How about a crank start car? My dad had a crank start tractor and I thought it was both super cool and super ancient. I have to admit, I love the roar of the engine when all I do is push a button or turn a key and away I go. Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about central air conditioning and heating. Living in Arizona I am very grateful for AC. I know some people don't use theirs or don't run it often. I am not one of them. Along with AC, we have homes built for energy efficiency so that we can live more comfortably. And then there's heating.&amp;nbsp;I grew up in the mountains and sometimes it got down to forty below (I realize it's not as cold as some places, but waiting for the bus in the dark, very cold hours makes an impression not soon forgotten). We had an old enormous Heaterola wood burning stove. My dad spent a lot of hours chopping and we spent a lot of hours stacking, but it was all worth it when the chill of winter came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that make our lives easier. The writer's world is no different. There are so many resources we have to help make our writing better. Even the experts agree that they continually learn about writing - picking up a book on writing, attending writing conferences, critique groups, reading current books in the genre in which they are writing. So, don't be prideful or hold prejudice against those who are successful - use the information they offer, learn from them, let them help make your writing better, and as always, Write On my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2673022413250062374?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2673022413250062374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/pride-and-prejudice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2673022413250062374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2673022413250062374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4324331012199505969</id><published>2010-10-22T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:23:11.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabbage</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday morning I lay in bed pretending to sleep as I listened to my daughter and husband discussing a hiking trip. "This is good," I thought knowing that hiking was on her list of things to do during fall break. Then my husband came in and asked if I wanted to go. Um, let me think about that, NO. I don't want to go hiking, I hate hiking. Besides I'm tired and I want to laze about in bed for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt worked on me - I knew I should go for a few different reasons... a) time with my family, b) I really need the exercise, c) it might impress my husband if I went (yah, after knowing him more that 20 years, I still try to impress him - sometimes it even works!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We grabbed our water bottles and headed out. We hiked Silly Mountain for an hour (half hour up and half hour down. We saw a lizard, a desert bird in a nest in a palo verde tree, a whole bunch of quail, big fire ants, creosote bushes, saguaro cacti, and a few other hikers. We stood atop the highest peak and looked out over the vast expanse of the Valley of the Sun. It was beautiful&amp;nbsp;but I have to be honest, I still really hate hiking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Which brings me to something my mother used to say to us as we were growing up. "It's a good thing we don't all like cabbage." I happen to like it cooked, not raw. My husband loves it raw, but not cooked. Hiking - just think if everyone liked it, the trails would be over run and people would have been everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So what does any of this have to do with writing? A lot. Not everyone will like the things I write. Some people will probably hate it (of course, I hope this will not be the case). Should I worry about it? No. There is a little saying I come across frequently in the writing world and that it 'write the story that is in you'. I realize that the story in my head &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my story. I want to use the things I have learned to write it in the best possible way - so that even if someone doesn't like the story they will still be able to say, "but, it is well written." So, write your story, write it well, and as always, Write On my friends!&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/4578952595670654787-4324331012199505969?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4324331012199505969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/cabbage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4324331012199505969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4324331012199505969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/cabbage.html' title='Cabbage'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-18880727214365792</id><published>2010-10-15T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T16:09:53.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breana'/><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>Today is a wedding day. Ah, joy and bliss and busyness. Scott's niece got married this morning in the Mesa Arizona LDS Temple. What a sweet occasion to gather family and friends and loved ones. As a romance writer, you know I love this sort of thing: the way Eric looked at her in that tender way, the way Breana looked at him as she gave herself to be his wife, the way he rubbed her hand when a tear rolled down her cheek, their first kiss as husband and wife - so beautiful. I hope they always cherish these moments and feelings. Relationships have ups and downs - hard parts and easy parts; just like our characters and our writing. Some parts come easy and others are so difficult that sometimes you feel like your head will split and you wonder how anyone does this - and wish for their gift of getting it out so eloquently. The key in both is to not give up. Keep learning, keep plugging away, keep working at it until you have something beautiful - and then edit again and again getting rid of the parts that don't work. Love you guys - Write On!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-18880727214365792?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/18880727214365792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/18880727214365792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/18880727214365792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4651212947263778348</id><published>2010-10-04T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:32:18.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I met my sisters and mom in St. George, Utah. We met up at Poncho and Lefty's Mexican restaurant for dinner and then drove out to a house we rented in Santa Clara. It's a really nice place in a brand new subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Saturday we went out to Bluff Street and parked at a church. The streets were lined with people cheering for the runners of this year's St. George Marathon. We set up our chairs in a shady spot and cheered people on as we waited for my sister and her husband to run by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The runners are so amazing and it was so much fun once we figured out that their names are printed under their number and we started shouting and cheering for them by name. Several of them slowed down wondering how we knew their names. One lady stopped and asked how she knew us. My sister replied that she knew us because we were her cheerleaders. So FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so gratifying to cheer the runners on. They have worked and trained and prepared for this, but still need encouragement along the way. The thank yous and thumbs up that people give in return filled my bucket. So Write On my friends - I am cheering for YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Some quotes of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me cheering: You're awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Runner: You're not the first woman to tell me that today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I got these sunglasses tomorrow. I'm so glad I bought them yesterday. (too much time running in the heat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;On parking the truck: This is like parking a tree trunk in a toothpick slot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mortuary sign at mile 25: We can wait. Keep running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;How do you know my name . . . doh! You can read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm not very smart but I think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4578952595670654787-4651212947263778348?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4651212947263778348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheerleaders.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4651212947263778348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4651212947263778348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheerleaders.html' title='Cheerleaders'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2438851965111497077</id><published>2010-09-25T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:09:09.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>Hunger Games Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's true, I am addicted to reading. I stay away as long as I can and then plunge in for a fix. The past two days I have been absent from life and immersed in books two and three (Catching Fire and Mockingjay) of the Hunger Games trilogy. There are several points I want to make here - they are all my opinions of this trilogy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a recent blog post Tamara Passey posed the question of whether we had ever wanted to re-write the ending of a book. I could only think of one at that time, Villette by Charlotte Bronte (a brilliant novel until I reached the end). I will now add Mockingjay to that list as I scream into my pillow in frustration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a "Daily Kick in the Pants" by David Wolverton the title is "Killing Your Babies." (side note and off topic: my daughter walked in while I was reading this and a horrified expression crossed her face - she thought I was plotting to kill her. I did laugh out loud and then I explained what he was talking about) Back on topic. So we have to be careful about killing off our babies (aka our characters). He talks about readers getting attached to our characters and becoming offended when we kill them off - some so much so that they will no longer read anything by that author. One reason for eliminating characters is that it is necessary to motivate or to reach a particular end. Ms. Collins does a lot of eliminating in these two books - some of which I think could have easily been avoided.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Wolverton also talks in several "Kicks" about dream sequences or misleading your readers. Your readers don't like it. Yah, we don't like it! Maybe I missed some clues, maybe I read things into the story that really weren't there, but in the end I felt misled and I'll repeat it: we don't like it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Ms. Collins is incredibly creative - right up to the end of Mockingjay. Really? Didn't I just read this in the beginning of book three? Plus, the character arc works through book one, but I think it falls flat in two and most of book three and then suddenly in the epilogue we're supposed to think it all works out. It wasn't very believable for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I look at this as similar to George Orwell's '1984'. It has political allusions. I would say it's not futuristic, but current. The 'capitol' to me is no different than our governments, both local and national. They continue to reach deeper into our pockets and control more and more of our lives - and like the people in the districts we continue to let them. How will it end for us? Will we make a stand before our children are 'sacrificed'? Oh wait, I almost forgot the trillions of dollars of debt we are hefting on their shoulders. Their standard of living will be hard pressed to live up to ours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would I recommend the series? After book one: Yes. After books two and three: No.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2438851965111497077?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2438851965111497077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/hunger-games-trilogy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2438851965111497077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2438851965111497077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/hunger-games-trilogy.html' title='Hunger Games Trilogy'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-5469158712434266058</id><published>2010-09-24T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:08:45.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Compelling Characters</title><content type='html'>I think this is something we as writers think a lot about - I do anyway. I was contemplating recently a character in my current work-in-progress. He doesn't enter the stage until toward the end of the novel but plays a very important part. So, I was thinking ("a dangerous pastime - I know"*), how do I give him his own voice and make him someone my readers want to cheer for (or despise if he were a villain)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get to know my character better because I'm struggling with this. What motivates him? Why does he care? What things does he dislike/hate/fear? What is his biggest strength? What is his biggest weakness? Because we know him for such a short time, his growth will be less than that of the main characters, but we still need to see either a way he grows or a way he digresses - because we like him, I'm choosing growth. He will have to overcome an old and bitter grudge and come to realize that he was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how do I give him a unique voice? That's a dilemma because I don't personally know anyone like him. I guess I need to dig a little deeper. Arrogant, always right, strong willed, justice-oriented (wait, I do know some attorneys...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, my characters are all bits and pieces of people I know or have known. It's so fun to people watch and use things we do or reactions we have - you know, truth is stranger than fiction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the ways I create my characters and I do hope they are compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LeFue and Gaston, Disney's Beauty and the Beast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-5469158712434266058?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5469158712434266058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/writing-compelling-characters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5469158712434266058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/5469158712434266058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/writing-compelling-characters.html' title='Writing Compelling Characters'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8216499938469714027</id><published>2010-09-10T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:52:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>Independence. A good word. (I know, interdependence is much better, but I'm not on a psychology rant today, I'm taking an introspective vein). It's a word I like and one that describes me on most days. The past week and a half and for at least another four or five days my independence has been challenged. I had a little surgery and cannot drive. It was fine and dandy until all my drivers left. My sweet mother was here until early this morning. My husband left town yesterday morning. My teenage driver has to be at school. So today, the busiest driving day of my week, I had to humble myself and ask for help. Oh, and not just one person. Turns out that I had to rely on four people - my niece, Taylor, my friend, Stephanie, and my father-in-law and his wife, Lynn and Jean. And the day is not over. The good news is that tomorrow is Saturday and my teenage driver doesn't have school and my husband will be home in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to rely on others when you are accustomed to doing things yourself. Believe me, I really wanted to get in the car and drive this morning. That being said, I am such a newbie writer that I definitely depend on the many resources that are out there to improve and learn this fabulous craft. I love writing and I love telling stories. I am so glad there are good writers and knowledgeable people out there who are willing to share what they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I really like being independent, I've learned that the writing world is not a place for that. We depend on others to get through the entire process. Think of all the books you've picked up with the little blurb in the front dedicating and thanking and acknowledging the many people who made the book possible. Just last night I was texting my childhood best friend and resident horse expert with questions. She texts me right back and never makes me feel like an idiot for not knowing the simplest things about horses. Love her and will certainly acknowledge her expertise in the front of my novel - I've just got to get it finished! So, Write On, my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8216499938469714027?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8216499938469714027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/independence.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8216499938469714027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8216499938469714027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4243066126093386478</id><published>2010-09-03T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:36:53.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Frustration</title><content type='html'>I am not a techie! I was so excited last year when my friend, Cindy Williams, hosted a "How To" blog class. It was wonderful and helpful and I slowly figured out how to do a few things to customize my blog. Then, Blogger goes and changes their format adding the fabulous (NOT) Template Designer. I really hate it. It is NOT user friendly for those not interested in the few basic designs they have available. I have tried to look in the help section, but there isn't anything there that I found helpful. I have spent hours trying to get back to the fun blog I had, but as you can see, I haven't had any success. So, as with writing, I must persist until I find a solution. Write On my friends! (and any of you techies out there that know how to add custom templates in the new Template Designer, please help me!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4243066126093386478?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4243066126093386478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/blogger-frustration.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4243066126093386478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4243066126093386478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/blogger-frustration.html' title='Blogger Frustration'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-6164987171936443367</id><published>2010-08-30T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:35:09.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hometown Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://micheleabell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michele Ashman Bell&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is celebrating her release of Hometown girl with a blog tour and $50 Giveaway. Click on her name to go to her website and get more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a class in April taught by Ms. Bell and found it engaging and wonderful so I am excited to read her Butterfly Girls series! The back of the second book Hometown Girl says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/THv4-m7ifzI/AAAAAAAAASI/Vh8zgZ7oEe0/s1600/Hometown+Girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/THv4-m7ifzI/AAAAAAAAASI/Vh8zgZ7oEe0/s320/Hometown+Girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Jocelyn Rogers’s life is in a rut. Maybe she should step outside her comfort zone and move to Milford Falls, where she has inherited her grandmother’s house. With the encouragement of the other Butterfly Girls, Jocelyn musters her courage and starts a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when she arrives in the small town that holds both good and bad memories for her, she discovers the house in worse shape than she expected, and getting repairs done is anything but easy — especially when it comes to dealing with Jack Emerson, a man who seems to be agitated by Jocelyn and everyone else within a fifty-mile radius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, she has begun to worry that moving back to the place where she once spent a troubled summer will expose the deep personal secret she has kept hidden for fourteen years. But Jack also has a hidden secret that has prevented him from getting close to anyone in a long time. And now it seems that interfering neighbors may prevent both Jack and Jocelyn from moving forward with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the Butterfly Girls in this charmingly romantic story that shows sometimes it takes a leap of faith to land on your feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Doesn't it sound like a fun read?&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/4578952595670654787-6164987171936443367?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6164987171936443367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/hometown-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6164987171936443367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6164987171936443367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/hometown-girl.html' title='Hometown Girl'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/THv4-m7ifzI/AAAAAAAAASI/Vh8zgZ7oEe0/s72-c/Hometown+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-7190520528581278275</id><published>2010-08-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:01:26.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentors'/><title type='text'>Alligator Season</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week we had dinner at my father-in-law's and we turned on a TV program called 'Swamp People.' At first, I thought, "Oooh, cool, a Sunday horror flick!" It turned out to be something entirely different. It was a show about Alligator Season in the swamp lands of Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to be an alligator hunter in Loosiann, what would I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment would include a flat fishing boat (sorry all you boat experts out there, I have no idea what kind of boat it is, I'm just trying to describe it), large pieces of decomposing chicken on enormous hooks (aka bait), a strong pole and line, and a hand gun and/or shotgun with ammunition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-equipment essentials would include a guide/mentor, knowledge of alligator hangouts and a great aim (or a sharpshooter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bait is hung just above the water along the banks of the swamp lands. After baiting several hooks and setting them out along a route, the team returns and checks the lines. Sometimes bait is missing, but when they're lucky, a 'gator is on the other end of the line. They carefully reel it in and it puts up one mother lode of a fight. This is where the sharpshooter comes in. As soon as that 'gator's head is above water the shooter is firing. If the first shot doesn't do the trick, he fires off another round into what they call the 'sweet spot'. The 'sweet spot' is about the size of a quarter and unless you hit that spot Mr. Alligator is not slowing down. Next they load the gator - head first (very important) - into the boat. Then they move to the next bait spot.&amp;nbsp;They have 30 days to hunt their license limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that really struck me was the mentors - the older men - passing their skill and knowledge on to the next generation. They were so patient, guiding the younger men through the whole process and a few mistakes. Who had taught them? Their fathers and grandfathers and so on, going back generations and generations. When those young men followed the lead of the older ones success and safety followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our writing is much the same. There are so many generous and talented 'mentors' out there helping those of us who are just starting out. They encourage us and guide us and give us little tidbits of wisdom. Our writing is better because of them. I am grateful for past generations of wonderful writers. Thank you and Write On my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-7190520528581278275?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7190520528581278275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/alligator-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7190520528581278275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/7190520528581278275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/alligator-season.html' title='Alligator Season'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-913826816326358926</id><published>2010-08-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:38:32.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books Are My Drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TG8Pq-4EflI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vPcZOHFiJlk/s1600/266485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TG8Pq-4EflI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vPcZOHFiJlk/s320/266485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sadly, when it comes to reading a good book, I have very little self-control. I am transported to another place and don't want to leave until the conflicts are resolved. My housework and laundry sit waiting, my sink is full of dishes, the kids don't get fed, I stay up until the wee hours of the morning, and basically become an irresponsible mess. Therefore, I really don't read much as I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I love to read. I love a good story - in almost any genre. For example, I don't care for westerns, they would be one of my last resorts to read. However, my brother-in-law convinced me to read one of his favorites, a Louis L'Amour novel titled Last of the Breed. Devoured and loved - but it wasn't a typical western. A great book that, like usual, I became completely absorbed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a handful of books that I have picked up and walked away from. What was it about those books that I couldn't get into? They were books that just didn't engage me as the reader. Is this a bad thing? Does it mean it wasn't well written? Probably not, for me, it just didn't click. As a writer, I want to tell a good story, have it be well written, and I want everyone to love it. Will everyone love it? No. It's just the way things are. Not everyone will have the same opinion or feel the same way about a book. Just like in life, we all experience things differently. We look at the same mountain and my heart may warm and fill with nostalgia while someone else's would revolt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ignore the critics, write what you love, write your story, but most of all, Write On!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-913826816326358926?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/913826816326358926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/books-are-my-drug.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/913826816326358926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/913826816326358926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/books-are-my-drug.html' title='Books Are My Drug'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TG8Pq-4EflI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vPcZOHFiJlk/s72-c/266485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-6402807713891256698</id><published>2010-08-13T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:51:54.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions</title><content type='html'>This may meander a bit, but stick with me. In 1995 my husband and I were expecting our second child. One day as I was walking home from dropping our oldest at the sitter (I had a job where I telecommuted 4 days) and had an experience that frightened me enough that I told my husband it was time to move. So we commenced our house hunt. Divine providence led us to our second home in a neighborhood surrounded by alfalfa fields (ahhh - a little reminder of 'home'). It was a home that we were able to semi-customize as it was being built. I loved that little home because it was MY home. I picked out the color schemes and carpets and some of the designs. We did all the landscaping ourselves (yah, that was back when we were young and had that kind of energy, sigh). We grew in that 3B2B house to a family of 6. While it was manageable, we considered that it might be time to move in the not too distant future as our kids were growing. We bought a house on more than an acre in a quiet neighborhood. I will just say that we bought it for the acreage and had plans to build. No worries, the lady we bought it from wanted to rent it back until she was ready to move. Perfect since I didn't want to live there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right, back to 1995. Scott's parents lived a quarter mile around the corner from us and went through a similar phase, just sooner than we did. They ended up also having a house built in a master community. They were so excited about it and every new thing that happened we had to jump in the car and go check it out - if you've ever had a house built, you know how it is: you get so excited, the foundation is poured, then you wait weeks and it's framed and you get so excited, then you wait weeks for the next event&amp;nbsp;(rollercoaster!)&amp;nbsp;- but you're out there all the time watching the pot that won't boil. Yes, I'm meandering again... Anyway, Scott's mom picked out this dark wood flooring. Flashback to the 80s when everything was whitewashed and bright - I was still in that mode. I was a little concerned about what she picked, but it wasn't my house (no, I did not pick any 'dark' wood for my house).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to the 21st century. 2002 to be exact. We moved into the house on the acreage and nine days later Scott's mom passed away. Dec 2003 Scott's dad remarries. Early 2004 we 'traded' houses with them to ease the facilitation of their building a house on the adjacent property of our acreage. Early 2005 I inform Scott that I really don't want to move again, so we buy his parents' house. I am now living with the dark wood flooring that I would never have picked, but it's 2005 and dark wood is all the rage. Now, normally, I'm not one to hop on the bandwagon, so I classify the wood color as 'classic' and therefore always in style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house also came with beautiful mauve corian countertops and matching mauve carpets in the living rooms and bedrooms. Those were top priority to be replaced, so we hired some contractors and got it done. One of the contractors asked me, "So, how do you like your wood floor?" I smirked to myself and said, "I love it, but it isn't wood!" It's true, it isn't wood, but it looks and feels enough like wood to fool a contractor - it's a lovely illusion. So you are dying to know, what is it really? (drumroll, please.....) It's linoleum. And yes, I love it. It's super easy to clean and it's incredibly durable and it appears to be wood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Illusions. Isn't that what we do as writers, type words on a page creating a scene in the reader's head - a grand illusion. Done right, the reader steps right into that illusion and becomes part of it, wanting to reach out and interact with the scene, be there, help right prevail and the protagonist succeed. As a reader, I love those books that I cannot pull myself out of the illusion, I've got to stay with it until the final words, The End. So my friends, continue your illusions - Write On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**side note: If you haven't check out the movie, The Illusionist, I highly recommend it. It competes with Count of Monte Cristo for second on my list of favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-6402807713891256698?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6402807713891256698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/illusions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6402807713891256698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6402807713891256698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/illusions.html' title='Illusions'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8942410846575295173</id><published>2010-07-20T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:06:05.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarlet Pimpernel'/><title type='text'>Up the Ante</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite books is ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel’ by Baroness Orczy. Recently I spotted it on Netflix, and my husband, who prefers movies to books, suggested we watch it. There are three episodes and we have watched the first two. Last night as we watched the ending (spoiler alert) I noted something. The informant told the revolutionaries – who control the government and ‘Madame la Guillotine’ – that the supporters of the republic (and the king), led by Vicomte Henri would attack Calais in the morning along with the Scarlet Pimpernel and his accomplice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I expected that somehow the Pimpernel and his group would discover that the revolutionaries knew their plan. This did not happen. Morning came and they attacked Calais and a bloody battle ensued. That high stress situation was brilliantly played out on me, the viewer. I did not know how they were going to get out of the mess they marched into. As writers, those kinds of situations ‘hook’ our readers and keep them wanting more, wanting to find out how things work themselves out. So ask yourself, “What is the worst thing that could happen to my protagonist(s) right now?” It makes for heightened adventures and I’ve-consumed-a-whole-bag-of-chocolates-without-realizing-it reading! Write On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8942410846575295173?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8942410846575295173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-ante.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8942410846575295173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8942410846575295173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-ante.html' title='Up the Ante'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-6341925282372189492</id><published>2010-07-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:52:24.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANWA'/><title type='text'>My Critique Group</title><content type='html'>There are two things I do for myself each month almost without fail if I am in town. One is bunco and the other is my ANWA chapter meeting. This is my time out with my girlfriends and I love it. LOVE IT! Did I mention that I love it??? So, today we had our ANWA chapter meeting. What a great group of writers*! I came away energized and excited about writing, yet feeling like it's time to step away from free writing and do some plotting and a character bible. There are so many great resources out there for helping novice writers and I need to take advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law has a saying: "Pay me now or pay me later." Essentially, you have to pay one way or the other. I can either take the time now to plot and plan the basics or I can free write like crazy and spend a serious amount of time editing and re-writing and figuring out plot holes and what does/doesn't work in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I avoid it? I don't know the answer to that because the character bible class I took at LDStorymakers Conference was so much fun. Plus, I want a really strong character arc and I think that takes more planning than I have put in so far and I think it will be an aspect that is easier knowing up front. So much for being excited about my increasing word count... This week I'll be doing some of the "behind-the-scenes" stuff and hopefully it will turn an average story into a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Big and Write On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Check out the blogs of two of these writers:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://whyigetup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tamara&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://valerieipson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Valerie&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;They rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-6341925282372189492?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6341925282372189492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-critique-group.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6341925282372189492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6341925282372189492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-critique-group.html' title='My Critique Group'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-1869699376420699710</id><published>2010-07-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:52:49.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Month</title><content type='html'>One more month of summer vacation. I loved summer vacation as a child. It meant the beloved bookmobile every other Tuesday. We would ride our bikes a few miles to the town park with our book-bags. We checked in our stacks and were so excited to see what new adventures would be waiting on the shelves. We left with lots of new stories to read. Mysteries and sci-fi were my favorite until I got older and then it was romantic suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents had a pink over-stuffed chair that sat on the covered front porch. I loved draping my legs over one arm and lounging there for hours in far-away places with fantastic characters. Of course, none of that could be done until all my chores where finished. We lived on a small farm, so there was plenty to do, but I had great motivation for getting it done. It's hard for me to understand &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;loving books! I hope that what I write will someday inspire someone to read more and at least like reading. So for now, read on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-1869699376420699710?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1869699376420699710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-more-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1869699376420699710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1869699376420699710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-more-month.html' title='One More Month'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-3095745066426494914</id><published>2010-06-26T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:25:51.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><title type='text'>The Pool</title><content type='html'>It's been finished for a week now. The kids have played in it every day and my youngest has finally learned to swim. Through this adventure, I've thought about two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the process of refinishing the pool from start to finish. Our salesman was fantastic and very knowledgeable - hence the choice of his company over a few others. We signed all the papers and went down to the showroom and picked out our color and our tile. They came and chipped out the old plaster. Then we waited. And waited. A worker showed up one morning to place the tile turtles on the step. This was fine except that I wasn't home and my husband kept sending pictures as I drove. Then we waited and waited some more. We called. They looked into it and I guess there was some confusion about who was installing some anchors. They finally came out and did a blue pebble-sheen finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this have to do with writing? It's a long process, from rough draft to polished copy, but in the end we aim to have something wonderful that people will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TCbemwaVu5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aN65v00J9RU/s1600/P1010862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TCbemwaVu5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aN65v00J9RU/s320/P1010862.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TCbex-ZXjYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uEL5dsTP0o8/s1600/P1010876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TCbex-ZXjYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uEL5dsTP0o8/s320/P1010876.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second thing that occurred to me is that sometimes we have to jump in, learn all we can about our craft, trust our mentors (our crit groups, our editors, our agents etc.), have fun, and give it our all. Then, before you know it we are swimming like pros. Jump in and Write On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-3095745066426494914?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3095745066426494914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/pool.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/3095745066426494914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/3095745066426494914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/pool.html' title='The Pool'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TCbemwaVu5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aN65v00J9RU/s72-c/P1010862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2152094268628849783</id><published>2010-06-23T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:30:39.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special olympics'/><title type='text'>Special Olympics</title><content type='html'>I am fortunate enough to have a daughter with special needs. She is an amazing girl that has blessed our family enormously. Most of us know someone with special needs - and if you don't, I challenge you to volunteer to help at Special Olympics and get to know these great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly this is a cause that is dear to my heart and I was so impressed when my cousin Lauren decided to get involved. She is raising money for Special Olympics in Utah. &amp;nbsp;Special Olympics Utah is a non-profit organization that receives no local, state, or federal government or United Way support. They rely on donations of time and money to provide these great programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click &lt;a href="http://www.events.org/sponsorship.aspx?id=22657"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to learn more and&amp;nbsp;join me in supporting Lauren and Special Olympics Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2152094268628849783?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2152094268628849783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/special-olympics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2152094268628849783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2152094268628849783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/special-olympics.html' title='Special Olympics'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8926637172008936813</id><published>2010-06-17T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:26:22.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copyright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trademarks'/><title type='text'>Copyrights and Trademarks</title><content type='html'>Copyright laws. It all depends on the question. Rather than try to cover everything there is about copyrights - which has already been done, I am going to list some of the resources I found in researching copyright laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copyright.gov/"&gt;Government website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get copyright permissions&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.copyright.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.publaw.com/fairusetrade.html"&gt;trademarks&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in fiction - a publishing and intellectual property attorney's point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookpros.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-edit-brand-names-in-fiction.html"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;trademarks in fiction - from a publishing company point of view&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://copyright.cornell.edu/resources/publicdomain.cfm"&gt;chart&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;of copyright terms and public domain in the US&lt;br /&gt;An easy to use &lt;a href="http://www.masters.edu/DeptPageNew.asp?PageID=1732"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with tons of links and resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, citing a source is not "permission" to use someone else's work. Good luck and write on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8926637172008936813?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8926637172008936813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/copyrights-and-trademarks.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8926637172008936813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8926637172008936813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/copyrights-and-trademarks.html' title='Copyrights and Trademarks'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2755499138438121045</id><published>2010-06-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:08:44.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeChange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connie Sokol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protagonist'/><title type='text'>More Heroines</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started with me dropping my oldest daughter off for a week long youth conference. She is beautiful and amazing and by far the most persistent person I know. She going to have a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lunch with a dear friend whom I met at the LDStorymakers Conference in April. She is such an inspiration. I truly believe that God puts people in our path from whom we can learn. Connie is one of those people for me. It's a little (OK, a lot) unfair - it's as if I am feasting at this great banquet and all I've provided is the cheese plate. I've started her&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www2.lifechangeprogram.com/"&gt;LifeChange Program&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- a simple way to set goals and make simple but effective changes in your life - love it! I am currently listening to her Get Organized CD (yes, I need to get organized!) So, you can see, I am nibbling on this fabulous table of goodies thanks to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and wonderful lunch, I went to see my best friend from high school. It had been way, WAY, too long since we'd gotten together (like 10 years). How does that happen? I guess it doesn't help that we live in different states - about 11 hours by car from each other. But still. I should be better at the keeping in touch thing, after all, she's another amazing person in my life - and I love her! She's had to face some incredible trials throughout her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does this have to do with writing you ask? Well, creating characters in our books that are believable and real sometimes comes as a challenge. What kind of attributes do I want my protagonist to have? These&amp;nbsp;ladies are my heroes and the strength of their amazing character is a great example of the kind of women I want to write about. They have profound faith and true courage. Even when the pain blurs minute into minute and day into day, they reach deep inside, lean on the Lord -&amp;nbsp;God is an integral part of their lives -&amp;nbsp;and work through it. Thank you my friends for your friendship and your example and for being women of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2755499138438121045?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2755499138438121045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-heroines.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2755499138438121045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2755499138438121045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-heroines.html' title='More Heroines'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4554959287489030321</id><published>2010-05-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:29:14.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakening Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LC Lewis'/><title type='text'>Awakening Avery by LC Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/S_wjWS_S35I/AAAAAAAAAEI/CISlycpKRDg/s1600/L_C_Lewis-250W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/S_wjWS_S35I/AAAAAAAAAEI/CISlycpKRDg/s320/L_C_Lewis-250W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LC Lewis typically writes historical novels but has switched gears with her just-released novel "Awakening Avery." The following is an excerpt from an interview with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Author Interview with Laurie Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie, why did you switch genres and write “AWAKENING AVERY?” It’s not historical is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, ”AWAKENING AVERY” is current, so it’s a nice diversion from my historical work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the message behind the title, “AWAKENING AVERY?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our lead character is an LDS author/wife and mother who gets catapulted from her comfortable support role in the family to the lead after the untimely death of her wonderful husband. Although her husband, Paul, had been slowing fading for a long time, Avery had closed her eyes to the toll his illness and death had taken on her and her family.&amp;nbsp; Her oldest son tells her he needs to get away to deal with his grief, and she is forced to face some hard truths—things are falling apart in her once perfect family, and instead of preparing for the eventuality of Paul’s death, she has been shriveling away.&amp;nbsp; Avery needs to step up and take action, a daring thing that requires her to grow and stretch in ways she never imagined.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this story primarily about handling grief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Thompson family’s grief is the vehicle we use to address the major theme of the book, which is family vigilance. Their grief opens cracks in their spiritual veneer that weakens them, and makes them vulnerable, but hopefully readers will recognize that all of our families are vulnerable if we lower our vigilance for whatever reason. But another lesson from the book is the power available to us as we draw upon our families and friends for strength. The book is very hopeful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The themes are serious, but you call "AWAKENING AVERY" a chuckle-out-loud and grab-a-hankie read.&amp;nbsp; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avery is grieving, but she goes through a summer of self-discovery&amp;nbsp; where she opens her narrow world up to receive a host of quirky new friends. They all have life experience and strength she can draw from, and she discovers she has a few things to teach them as well. So it’s not a sad book. Parts are very tender—happy tender and sad tender— and parts are a riot. We’ve got some fun, crazy characters in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like Teddie and Rider Davis? They’re hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, I love them! They remind me of kids playing dress-up, but they have already been through the fire, and under all their designer duds, they are people of great substance. They have been tested in the crucible of faith, and they are stronger because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And George?&amp;nbsp; I hear the dedication of Awakening Avery is also very personal to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is. It reads, &lt;/i&gt;“To my father, Allen K. Chilcoat, the chef behind the magic of slumgolian and peanut-butter balls; and to my mother, Bernice, who kept us alive despite his kitchen exploits.”&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the books I’ve written, or that I will ever write, this one probably best reflects my childhood memories of my father. He is the model for George because when Dad went into the kitchen to cook we knew it was going to be an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Slumgolian is a real dish? You actually ate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yes! I think the recipe had its beginnings in Iceland where my father was stationed for a time. The men threw whatever they had into a pot and called it Slumgolian. One evening when we were camping, after a long day of crabbing in the Chesapeake Bay, my dad offered to make dinner. Mom was horrified at what was being thrown together—baked beans, chicken noodle soup, corn, peas, you name it—but Dad insisted we’d love it. It looked dreadful, but Dad’s presentation and sales pitch transformed it from slop to Slumgolian, a very exotic foreign dish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Kool-Aid pancakes and Peanut Butter Balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, they were all my dad’s recipes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery is an author. Was that meant to be another biographical element?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No . . . I needed Avery to have a career that made her mobile enough to take this journey, and to provide her with a tool with which she could measure her personal growth. Writing her as an author fit that bill, and I already understood that industry. For Avery, her writing and the writings of another author—Axel Hunter—provide an outlet for expression . . . of her grief, her fears, her hopes. I think we all need an outlet.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully one of our outlets is good friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axel Hunter figures critically in this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neither Avery nor Gabriel sees any personal life for themselves after their spouses die.&amp;nbsp; Axel’s books open their eyes and hearts to possibilities they had shut out. As a writer, I’d love to think my books made a difference like that in anyone’s life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s powerful, but there is also great power in humor. I love the story of the Carson sisters and the pink flamingo rug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was the most fun scene to write! I hope to begin a new pink flamingo trend in home décor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thompsons are LDS but the Carsons are not. That becomes a major theme in the book as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Awakening Avery” explores the additional tensions that arise in a marriage when religious differences exist, and the devastating consequences that occur when partners allow that to build a wedge in their family. The absolute essential nature of strong families is the underlying theme of “Awakening Avery.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what other projects are you working on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m still promoting my Free Men and Dreamers series. Volume three, “Dawn’s Early Light,” debuted in December, and I’m hoping we’ll see book four on the shelves by late summer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the interview, Laurie Lewis. “Awakening Avery” sounds like a great gift for mothers and wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reviews. . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers will love the journey that Avery takes them on and will find themselves transformed in the process. —Martha Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Teddie and Rider are most delightful, and they immediately find a place in Avery's heart and in the reader's heart as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had to chuckle out loud.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A very . . . compelling read.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“[This] author has a definite knack for making her characters' voices distinct.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love Avery . . . a middle-aged woman being the heroine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on this link to reach chapter one:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.laurielclewis.com/documents/Awakening-Avery-Chapter-One.pdf"&gt;Awakening Avery Chapter One&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or click here to go to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.laurielclewis.com/"&gt;Ms. Lewis' website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4554959287489030321?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4554959287489030321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/awakening-avery-by-lc-lewis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4554959287489030321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4554959287489030321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/awakening-avery-by-lc-lewis.html' title='Awakening Avery by LC Lewis'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/S_wjWS_S35I/AAAAAAAAAEI/CISlycpKRDg/s72-c/L_C_Lewis-250W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-1166139235008515997</id><published>2010-04-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:03:31.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce DiPastena'/><title type='text'>Illuminations of the Heart by Joyce DiPastena</title><content type='html'>Back of the Book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Clothilde.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He spoke the name on a breath like a prayer. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her heart is lost in that first embrace, her world shaken to its foundations. There is just one problem: her name is not Clothilde. It is Siriol de Calendri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trained in the art of illumination in the far-off city of Venice, Siri is directed by her late brother’s will to the county of Poitou in France, where she enters the guardianship of her brother’s friend, Sir Triston de Brielle. Once in Poitou, Siri hopes to find employment in an illuminator’s shop—until Triston unexpectedly snatches her heart away with a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Triston is a man of quiet honor and courage, but the guilt he carries for the death of his late wife, Clothilde, has left him numb and hesitant to love again. Worse yet, Siri bears an uncanny resemblance to his lost love. Or does she? Her merry laughter and twinkling eyes are very different from his late wife’s shy smiles and quiet ways. Yet when he gazes into Siri’s face, all he sees is Clothilde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then Triston’s past returns to threaten them both. Will his tragic life with Clothilde be repeated with Siri? Trapped between the rivalry of the king’s sons on the one hand and a neighbor out for vengeance on the other, Triston realizes it would be safer to send Siri away. But how can he bear to lose her again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siri is determined not to be cast off and not to live in another woman’s shadow. She has illuminated many a priceless book with pen and paint. But can her own vibrant spirit illuminate the darkness in Triston’s soul and make his heart beat for her alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And who would not want to pick that up and read it? I recently bought this book after reading the first chapter on the author's blog,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jdp-news.blogspot.com/"&gt;JDP News&lt;/a&gt;. It was posted June 6, 2009. I have read her book, Loyalty's Web - which I really enjoyed and one of these days I will post a review. To get to know Ms. DiPastena and her newest book, read on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How long have you been writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve been writing silly little stories I never finished since junior high school. When I started a new story my freshman year in college I thought it’d end up the same as all the others…begun but never finished. But this one, my first attempt at a medieval romance, somehow captivated my attention and carried me through all the way to the words “the end”. It took me six years to get there, four years undergraduate and two years of graduate school. Although that book was never published, I’m still in love with its hero to this day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What genre do you write and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I write medieval romances, although I tend to include so much additional plot alongside the romance that I had an agent tell me I don’t really write romances at all. But they’re all romances to me. There may be a lot of other stuff going on…mysteries, assassination attempts, medieval politics…but at the heart of each story is a man and a woman falling in love against all the odds around them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where do you get your inspiration to write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My inspiration comes from many different sources. Sometimes it comes from a book I’ve written before. For example, my first published book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Loyalty’s Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, was based on characters from that first unpublished novel I wrote in college. The hero and heroine of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Loyalty’s Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; were an elderly married couple in that early romance, and I became curious to find out how they had met and fallen in love, so I wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Loyalty’s Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to find out the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes bits and pieces of research will fascinate me and influence how I draw a character’s background. For my second published romance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Illuminations of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, I became interested in the subject of medieval illumination and decided to combine that interest with my new heroine, the daughter of a medieval illuminator from Italy. (Although the novel itself is set in France, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Loyalty’s Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.) During the writing of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Illuminations of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, I became interested in the subject of medieval troubadours. So that’s a subject I’m incorporating into the novel I’m writing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you ever get writer’s block? What helps you to overcome it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Writer’s block is a toughie. There was a time I thought I had so many ideas that I’d never get writer’s block. Now I find myself struggling with it quite frequently. I’ve discovered it’s not a lack of ideas that I have. It’s a byproduct of stress. When my stress levels go up, I find it very difficult to “turn off” my worries and focus enough to work on my novels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The thing that has worked best for me through the years is to set a timer for a specific length of time (an hour, two hours, whatever you can set it for) and tell myself that I don’t have to write anything, but I do have to sit at the computer until the timer goes off. I can’t go get a snack, I can’t play any games, I can’t turn on the TV, I can’t do anything except either stare at my blank computer screen or type something. And that “something” has to have something to do with my new story! Sometimes I only type a handful of words, sometimes I’ll end up typing a stream, but whether out of boredom or inspiration, I don’t think I’ve ever not written something before the timer goes off. And no matter how terrible what I wrote might seem at the time, it almost always ends up moving my story along no matter how microscopically. And I always feel better about myself just for trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you could spend an hour talking to anyone from any time in history, who  would it be? And Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;King Henry II of England! I fell in love with Henry II back in high school when I first read The Conquering Family by Thomas B. Costain. Not “romantic” love. There was just something about the way his contemporaries described him that stirred a great affection in me for him. He seemed to be one of those rare kings who was actually more interested in trying to improve his country than in simply enjoying the “glory” or “privileges” of his rank. He is described as a man who hated war, even though circumstances forced him to spend most of his adult life at war. He was a man of tremendous energy and intellect. And he laid important foundations to the legal system that we have inherited from England and enjoy ourselves today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His legacy was marred by his quarrel with Archbishop Thomas á Becket, and the son who succeeded him, Richard the Lionheart, is a more flashy character of legend. But everything I’ve read about Henry II since those high school days has only increased my love and admiration for this man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Loyalty’s Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Illuminations of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; are both set during his lifetime, and although he has not yet actually appeared on the scene in any of my books, the references I make to him, small though they might be, are my own way of paying tribute to this great, underappreciated king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your next project?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now, I’m just calling it “my troubadour book”. It’s based on a character from my second book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Illuminations of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and once again is set in medieval France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Power round questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uh-oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Chocolate chip cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Favorite dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Umm…chocolate chip cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jeans and&amp;nbsp; T-shirt, or designer clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Both! (Well, not really “designer”, but I also like fun, “nice” clothes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guilty pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Chocolate. (If only I felt more guilt than pleasure from it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One word that describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Shy. Why do you think this interview is taking place on a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Favorite flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Snapdragons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; If I absolutely, positively MUST be forced to watch a sport, then I’ll choose figure skating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where can readers find a copy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Illuminations of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Illuminations of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is available in Deseret Bookstores and some Arizona Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles. It can be ordered directly through Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and Borders bookstores, or ordered online at DeseretBook.com (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000; font-family: TrebuchetMS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://deseretbook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) Amazon.com (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.amazon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;), BarnesandNoble.com (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.barnesandnoble.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;), and Borders.com (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.borders.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.borders.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4578952595670654787-1166139235008515997?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1166139235008515997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/illuminations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1166139235008515997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1166139235008515997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/illuminations.html' title='Illuminations of the Heart by Joyce DiPastena'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-1975073812913967050</id><published>2010-03-15T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:21:54.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna Hatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>The Stranger She Married</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I purchased this book and received no compensation from the author for this review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When her parents and only brother die within weeks of each other, Alicia and her younger sister are left in the hands of an uncle who has brought them all to financial and social ruin. Desperate to save her family from debtor's prison, Alicia vows to marry the first wealthy man to propose. She meets the dashing Lord Amesbury, and her heart whispers that this is the man she is destined to love, but his tainted past may forever stand in their way. Her choices in potential husbands narrow to either a scarred cripple with the heart of a poet, or a handsome rake with a deadly secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cole Amesbury is tormented by his own ghosts, and believes he is beyond redemption, yet he cannot deny his attraction for the girl whose genuine goodness touches the heart he'd thought long dead. He fears the scars in his soul cut so deeply that he may never be&amp;nbsp;able to offer Alicia a&amp;nbsp;love that is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After yet another bizarre mishap threatens her life, Alicia suspects the seemingly unrelated accidents that have plagued her loved ones are actually a killer's attempt to exterminate every member of her family. Despite the threat looming over her, learning to love the stranger she married may pose the greatest danger to her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have always loved a good romance! My definition of good romance is not Danielle Steele-esque, but rather follows the old fashioned Victoria Holt style. So, did I think this was a good romance story? Yes, I did. Enough romance to satisfy the romantic in me and enough adventure to keep me hooked. I read this one in a day - took it with me in the car as I chauffeured around my kids. Departing from my usual loathing of red lights, I actually hoped for them so I could read a few more paragraphs as I waited. The characters were appealing and well-developed and there were enough twists and turns that I had to keep on reading. The characters stayed with me even after I finished reading. There were a few copy errors, but that aside, I thoroughly enjoyed this read. I have thought about lending out my copy, but can't part with it yet. So, for now, I highly recommend buying your own and reading it. To read an excerpt from this novel and check out other works by Donna Hatch, check out her website at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.donnahatch.net/"&gt;http://www.donnahatch.net/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to her novel 'Guise of a Gentleman' coming in April 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-1975073812913967050?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1975073812913967050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/stranger-she-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1975073812913967050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/1975073812913967050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/stranger-she-married.html' title='The Stranger She Married'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2493176123661810701</id><published>2010-02-28T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:48:02.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANWA Conference'/><title type='text'>ANWA Conference</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the ANWA Conference, "Start Write Now". It was at the Dobson Ranch Inn in Mesa, AZ. The facilities were roomy and nice; lunch was a delicious buffet of salads and sandwich fixings. We all chuckled at the pitchers of iced tea on each table - after all, how much iced tea will a bunch of Mormons drink? The speakers all did a great job of teaching and inspiring and challenging us. J Scott Card was the Keynote Speaker and one of the presenters. I really enjoyed his comments. The presentations I attended were all very informative and I enjoyed each. I will blog about them later. Afterward various authors and the presenters had their books for sale. I got my Waterworld book signed and bought a bunch of other books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2493176123661810701?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2493176123661810701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/anwa-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2493176123661810701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2493176123661810701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/anwa-conference.html' title='ANWA Conference'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8825482430389407641</id><published>2010-02-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:02:00.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympic Games'/><title type='text'>Heroes and Heroines</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last Friday marked the beginning of a biennial event that I absolutely love and I always feel a tinge of sadness when it ends. Of course, I then look forward to the next Olympic Games two years away. I cheer for the athletes when it all comes together. Their training and hours and hours of work grant near perfection – to the awe of audiences around the world. I sorrow for these amazing people when disappointment overwhelms them because even with all their preparation they have an ‘off’ day. And, naturally, I am mortified when morals and integrity take a back seat to winning (i.e. French judges and Tonya Harding). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I thought about this it reminded me of the characters in my novel. I want to create heroes and heroines that readers will cheer for in their successes and ache for when things go askew. Then there is the antagonist – if they had morals or integrity it would make things less interesting in my fictional world. So, here’s to Master Kael and Siri as they fight their unknown foe who is determined at every turn enslave the elves and usurp all power in the elfin kingdom of Enyls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8825482430389407641?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8825482430389407641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/heroes-and-heroines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8825482430389407641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8825482430389407641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/heroes-and-heroines.html' title='Heroes and Heroines'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4131450544064143342</id><published>2010-01-31T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:31:31.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Trip</title><content type='html'>Why does it take a trip to LA to get a little writing done? Because for three hours I had some peace and quiet in our Millenium Biltmore Hotel room. My sister Mindy and her daughter Jordyn and my two daughters McKenna and Ashlynne went to the Nick Jonas and the Administration concert and I, I had a glorious few hours of time to write. It was beautiful! My goal was 1000 words this last week - and thanks to this road trip with the girls, I did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4131450544064143342?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4131450544064143342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4131450544064143342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4131450544064143342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-trip.html' title='LA Trip'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-2051888120290416178</id><published>2010-01-16T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:52:08.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Valerie's contest</title><content type='html'>Writer, Valerie Ispon, has a great contest going right now. Check it out and become a follower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valerieipson.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-2051888120290416178?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2051888120290416178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/valeries-contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2051888120290416178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/2051888120290416178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/valeries-contest.html' title='Valerie&apos;s contest'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-6353746950371098745</id><published>2010-01-16T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:01:06.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single mom</title><content type='html'>This week I sent my husband to the Diamondbacks Fantasy Camp in Tucson. He had a great time playing baseball and hanging out with DBacks players - Steve Finley was his coach. He hit the first ever out-of-the-park home run at Fantasy Camp. Cool! Since he was gone, I got a lot of writing done (and no house cleaning). Maybe one of these days (or years) I'll actually be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-6353746950371098745?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6353746950371098745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/single-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6353746950371098745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/6353746950371098745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/single-mom.html' title='Single mom'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-901066941974351630</id><published>2010-01-10T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:23:08.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LDS Storymakers Conference</title><content type='html'>It's official. I've signed myself up for the LDS Storymakers Conference in April in Provo, UT. I am going with some amazing women from our chapter of ANWA (American Night Writers Assoc) and I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-901066941974351630?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/901066941974351630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/lds-storymakers-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/901066941974351630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/901066941974351630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/lds-storymakers-conference.html' title='LDS Storymakers Conference'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-8479001301108471127</id><published>2010-01-01T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:10:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Old Chinese proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is how my journey in writing is going - slow boat to China! I have made some progress, but as with most of us, life doesn't slow down just because we want to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two goals for the year: 1) write daily; Sunday writing will be journaling on my family blog; 2) read at least one book a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a great year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-8479001301108471127?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8479001301108471127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8479001301108471127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/8479001301108471127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4578952595670654787.post-4182739174732878632</id><published>2009-11-07T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:55:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Novels</title><content type='html'>Currently I have two works in progress.  They are very different settings, but for those who know me it will come as no surprise that they are both romances!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4578952595670654787-4182739174732878632?l=peggyurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4182739174732878632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/tale-of-two-novels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4182739174732878632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4578952595670654787/posts/default/4182739174732878632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/tale-of-two-novels.html' title='A Tale of Two Novels'/><author><name>Peggy Urry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166803931346895277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laZ554-2i4U/TGQR46QEndI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1FD-132De9Y/S220/Photo+323.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
