<?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-8515903861204137058</id><updated>2012-02-02T03:50:00.959-06:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Thursday&apos;s Thoughts'/><category term='Author In Charge'/><category term='Dialogue Tags'/><category term='Believability'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='2010 Recap'/><category term='Synopsis Writing'/><category term='The Rules'/><category term='Research'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='Voice'/><category term='Authority'/><category term='Telling Vs. Showing'/><category term='Punctuaction'/><category term='2010 Goals'/><category term='Unplugging'/><category term='Appreciation'/><category term='Pep Talk'/><category term='Balance'/><category term='Blogiversary'/><category term='Catching Mistakes'/><category term='Characters'/><category term='Webinars'/><category term='Patience'/><category term='The Fire'/><category term='Author Interview'/><category term='Monday Miscellanea'/><category term='Fodder'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Good News'/><category term='Information Overload'/><category term='Marketing'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Persistence'/><category term='Friday&apos;s Fluff'/><category term='On Writing'/><category term='Websites'/><category term='Repetition'/><category term='Social Networking'/><category term='Slumpbuster'/><category term='Time Management'/><category term='Backstory'/><category term='Taking A Break'/><category term='2009 Recap'/><category term='Helpful Links'/><category term='Outlining'/><category term='2011 Goals'/><category term='Editing and Revision'/><category term='Back Story'/><category term='Plot Holes'/><category term='Flat Writing'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Adverbs'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Querying'/><category term='Exclamation Points'/><category term='The Business'/><category term='Critique'/><category term='Manuscript Formatting'/><category term='Drawings'/><category term='Tuesday&apos;s Tip'/><category term='Information'/><category term='The Holidays'/><category term='Character Development'/><title type='text'>A Walk In My Shoes</title><subtitle type='html'>One Step At A Time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2958339256752643003</id><published>2012-02-01T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:00:05.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backstory'/><title type='text'>Okay, so maybe I was wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ewE2NsO_90/TybY0DuP9OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/vc543bSnIiM/s1600/Black%2Band%2BWhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ewE2NsO_90/TybY0DuP9OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/vc543bSnIiM/s200/Black%2Band%2BWhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently there IS black and white in fiction writing. Well, not exactly, but I did find it interesting that shortly after I wrote my last post about how there was no black and white in writing, I came across &lt;a href="http://beyondtheelementsofstyle.blogspot.com/2006/05/writing-backstory-in-fiction.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by Jeannette Cezanne on the Beyond The Elements of Style blog. If you happen to click over, you'll read all about black and white in her sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, Jeannette's post has nothing to do with black and white. It's about backstory. It's short and does not give a lot of information, but it does mimic a comment from one of my readers, &lt;a href="http://thebookshelfmuse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela Ackerman&lt;/a&gt;, on my initial post on backstory. Here's what Angela has to say about backstory:&lt;br /&gt;
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'hooks'. Dole out tiny bits that get the reader asking more questions and make them intrigued enough to keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;
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Backstory also has to tie into the current action. For example, the backstory event in my books opening is that the mc recently had a drowning accident. How can I get this info out without a ton of pace killing telling? Make her first scene in a bathroom with her little brother, attending a toilet send off for his beloved fish. The dead fish in the water is a natural trigger for her to relive what happened to her, and so when it comes out, it isn't dumpy, but hooks the reader along to find out what exactly happened.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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This comment made perfect sense to me. Backstory should be there to draw the reader in, not push them out of the story. When put that way, I do think there is some black and white truth to this. It's not exactly a rule. It's a logical guideline. Every writer wants to draw the reader in. Looking at backstory as "hooks" as Angela said, can help you to include it at the right time in the right amount. Jeannette's post that I mentioned at the beginning here, says almost the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, do you have any examples of backstory hooks?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2958339256752643003?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2958339256752643003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2958339256752643003&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2958339256752643003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2958339256752643003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2012/02/okay-so-maybe-i-was-wrong.html' title='Okay, so maybe I was wrong...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ewE2NsO_90/TybY0DuP9OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/vc543bSnIiM/s72-c/Black%2Band%2BWhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1811412751135426062</id><published>2012-01-30T08:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:52:46.257-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backstory'/><title type='text'>The Consensus is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/S0WAHUnUrcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1vJCC6lxfcE/s1600-h/New+Shoe+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/S0WAHUnUrcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1vJCC6lxfcE/s200/New+Shoe+Image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423882189518712258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, let me say that I'm thrilled with the response to my last post on back story. Not because you told me what I wanted to hear, but because so many weighed in on the discussion. In case you missed it, I posed the question: What is the deal with back story? It seems the majority of you think back story is fine (even a good thing) in small doses. You can read the post and the comments &lt;a href="http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-thats-just-bad-luck.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, you may be wondering what today's picture has to do with back story. Well, it really doesn't. I chose this picture today because the thing that thrilled me most about the comments on my last post was that they renewed my excitement about blogging. They reminded me that I am not alone in this journey to publication. Sure...some of you are already published or at the very least a few steps ahead of me on the journey. Others are a few steps behind. And we may or may not be following the same path. But we are all walking in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of you know that my paying gig is as a contract Accountant. I even posted about how the left and right sides of my brain battle against each other. I enjoy both crunching numbers and writing, but sometimes, numbers feel safer. You know why? Because there is a definite answer in numbers. There is a definite right way to do things. There is no gray area. Okay, sometimes there are loopholes or exceptions, and some might exercise a certain level of creativity (for lack of a better word) to save on taxes, etc. But for the most part, Accounting is a black and white process. Writing on the other hand, is mostly a gray area. There are so many different opinions out there about the "right" way to do things that it's hard to know which direction you should go in. Blogging provides a forum for discussions on these gray area topics. That's one of the reasons I spend so much time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I thank you all for your openness to express your opinions about these topics. It's like our own little pool of research participants.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, returning to back story... I have done quite a bit of research on the subject over the last several days, and I thought I'd share with you what I've found in my next few posts. But, as with everything else in this business, remember that what I share with you will purely be industry professionals' opinions. Remember...there is no black and white when it comes to writing.    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1811412751135426062?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1811412751135426062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1811412751135426062&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1811412751135426062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1811412751135426062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2012/01/consensus-is.html' title='The Consensus is...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/S0WAHUnUrcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1vJCC6lxfcE/s72-c/New+Shoe+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4459215845867007886</id><published>2012-01-23T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:00:06.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's just bad luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SpYUvFoqOeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7taySaBVhgo/s1600-h/This+is+a+problem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SpYUvFoqOeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7taySaBVhgo/s200/This+is+a+problem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374506004512389602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You know last week when I mentioned I tend to use the same shoe picture more than once? Well, this is one of those times. I remembered using this picture back in 2009, and I thought it would be perfect for what I wanted to talk about today. What I didn't remember was what that older post was about. Funny thing is, it was not all that different from what I'm going to post today. If you're dying of curiosity, you can read it &lt;a href="http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2009/08/uh-oh-theres-problem"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back in 2009, I used this picture to initiate a discussion about inner conflict. Sure, we can see that the woman's heel is broken, which is an inconvenient external conflict. What we can't see, is what's going on inside of her. Why might this broken heel be such a horrible thing for her? Today's post was supposed to be about backstory. What in this woman's past has made this broken heel such a crisis? Were these the much beloved shoes of her dead grandmother? Did her ex-husband give them to her? Did this very heel save her life when she used it to bash in the skull of the man who tried to rape her?&lt;br /&gt;
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What I'm getting at today (as I was in the 2009 post) is this:  Why do we care that this woman has broken a heel? On the surface, it's just a piece of bad luck. Yes, if it happened to me, it would be an inconvenience so I might feel sorry for her for a moment. But if I passed this woman on the street in the morning as she struggled with her shoe, I'd probably forget all about her by lunchtime because I don't know her. And since I don't know her, I don't care a whole lot. Certainly not enough to read a 200 plus page book about her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've had some issues recently with making my MC likable--someone the reader will care about--so I re-read the first chapters of some of my favorite books with characters I loved immediately and could not stop thinking about long after I finished reading the book. You know what they all had in common? Backstory. Not only in the first chapter, but on the very first page. This goes against everything I've learned since I actively began pursuing novel writing. So, as things often do, it's got me thinking...what is the deal with backstory? Why is it so frowned upon? Wouldn't you be more likely to read a book about this woman with the broken heel if you knew right away that the shoes were special to her because they saved her life?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I'm not saying I'm going against the grain and want to start some kind of pro-backstory protest. I just want to hear your thoughts on the matter. And if you have any appropriate links on the subject, please do share. I'll be posting more about this in the next few days, but for now, I'd love to know what you think.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4459215845867007886?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4459215845867007886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4459215845867007886&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4459215845867007886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4459215845867007886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-thats-just-bad-luck.html' title='Now that&apos;s just bad luck!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SpYUvFoqOeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7taySaBVhgo/s72-c/This+is+a+problem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5196311776746663110</id><published>2012-01-16T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:00:09.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>300 Pairs of Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TU-D0uUWf9I/AAAAAAAAApU/xkMacc6tqk8/s1600/Too%2BMany%2BShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TU-D0uUWf9I/AAAAAAAAApU/xkMacc6tqk8/s200/Too%2BMany%2BShoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570816205890420690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really, I'm not sure how many shoes are in this picture, but I do know that my blog has 300 pairs of shoes on it. Well... maybe not exactly 300 because there are a few pre-shoe posts, some of the pictures are of bare feet, and I have been known to use the same picture more than once. But still, it's close to 300. You know how I know that? Well, because this is my 300th post. That's a lot of posts. It's hard to believe I've actually come up with 300 posts of things to talk about. Granted, they weren't always intriguing, inspiring, motivating, humorous, heartwarming, etc., etc., etc. Nevertheless, I have written 300 posts.&lt;br /&gt;
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To celebrate, I've decided to look back at what things were like for me 300 posts ago compared to what they are like now. So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;
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300 posts ago, I was stupid excited about my future as a New York Times Bestselling author and all of the fan mail I would be receiving about how incredibly awesome my book is. 300 posts later, I'm stupid excited about receiving feedback from my amazing critique partners about how incredibly NOT ready my book is.&lt;br /&gt;
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300 posts ago, I was casting the leads for the movie Hollywood would no doubt make based on my bestselling book. 300 posts later, I'm recasting the same movie because the actors I chose before are all way too old now. I'm looking at toddler actors because there's a good chance that by the time my book sells (and it will) and the movie is made, those toddlers will be teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;
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300 posts ago, I was certain millions and millions of dollars would be rolling my way soon. 300 posts later, I've taken a day job because I've learned that even when my book sells (and it will), there's no million dollar guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;
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300 posts ago, I was happy spending hour after hour with my characters without ever needing real human interaction. I guess some things never change. This is still true. But 300 posts later, I do realize that real human interaction is imperative. Not only for my own well being, but also for my muse. Without real human interaction, I become cranky. And my muse doesn't like it when I'm cranky, so she leaves me. And then all those characters I love to hang out with, well, they just sit around doing nothing, and I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, I'm exaggerating a little bit here, but to a certain extent, it's all true. The bottom line is that 300 posts ago, I was naive about the publishing industry and my talent as a writer. I don't mean this post to be negative because it isn't. Quite the opposite actually. I'm thankful I've learned so much and come this far. I see growth, not only in my knowledge of the industry, but also in my talent as writer. For me, this is satisfaction in and of itself. Not to mention all the fun I've had blogging in the process.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what about you? Does this little exaggeration sound familiar? No worries. I'm confident we'll get where we want to be. We just have to lean on each other and keep on working hard. Here's to what we've learned and to what lessons still lie ahead!  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5196311776746663110?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5196311776746663110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5196311776746663110&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5196311776746663110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5196311776746663110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2012/01/300-pairs-of-shoes.html' title='300 Pairs of Shoes'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TU-D0uUWf9I/AAAAAAAAApU/xkMacc6tqk8/s72-c/Too%2BMany%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4409900353313405818</id><published>2012-01-11T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:00:01.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Walk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sqch92BlM3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7JUIrsElxbE/s1600-h/Go+For+a+Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sqch92BlM3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7JUIrsElxbE/s200/Go+For+a+Walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379305626275230578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
...On over to &lt;a href="http://jillkemerer.blogspot.com"&gt;Jill Kemerer's Place&lt;/a&gt;. I'm being interviewed there today. If you don't already follow her, you should. It's always a pleasure stopping by to see what morsels of information she has to share.

And while you're at it, stop by &lt;a href="http://skateorbate.blogspot.com/2012/01/cracked-book-launch-event.html"&gt;K.M. Walton's Place&lt;/a&gt; and hear all about her CRACKED launch party! The book came out on January 3rd, and I'm so excited for Kate!

So what are you waiting for? Go congratulate Kate and then head on over to Jill's. I'll be here trying to repair the damage I did to my blog while trying to get my sidebar back to the side instead of the bottom. Anyone know how to do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4409900353313405818?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4409900353313405818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4409900353313405818&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4409900353313405818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4409900353313405818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-walk.html' title='Take A Walk...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sqch92BlM3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7JUIrsElxbE/s72-c/Go+For+a+Walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6921207986600465915</id><published>2012-01-09T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:00:03.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S_nDBKCWG0/Twpz8H4IiwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hbWZh78df_I/s1600/Happy-NewYear-Shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S_nDBKCWG0/Twpz8H4IiwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hbWZh78df_I/s200/Happy-NewYear-Shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I know I'm a little late with the New Year's wishes, but I've been preoccupied with two new distractions. And, no, unfortunately, they aren't two shiny new ideas. One is the Nook Color, and the other is a boxer rescue puppy, both of which Santa brought to our house on Christmas. Since then, when I haven't been chasing the puppy around, I've been mesmerized by the Nook. Sad thing is I'm not just reading on it. I'm also playing Words With Friends. It seems I've become addicted. And believe me, the last thing I needed was another procrastination activity.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I've decided enough is enough. It's time to make some changes. Otherwise, I may never get any writing done. The Nook has been banned to my nightstand. I will exercise discipline and not touch it until my nightly bedtime reading. And, as for the puppy...well...she's going to have to learn a little discipline too and sit quietly by my feet while I go about my writing business. Hmm...I wonder which one of us will prove to be more disciplined. My bet's on the puppy. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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What about you all? How's the New Year going so far? Santa bring you any new distractions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6921207986600465915?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6921207986600465915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6921207986600465915&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6921207986600465915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6921207986600465915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S_nDBKCWG0/Twpz8H4IiwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hbWZh78df_I/s72-c/Happy-NewYear-Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1625306147330641772</id><published>2011-12-21T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T08:00:16.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Doing Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sluc30k_6mI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6k7YeVoWENY/s1600-h/put-your-feet-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358048664507902562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sluc30k_6mI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6k7YeVoWENY/s200/put-your-feet-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well, not exactly nothing. (And I certainly haven't been wearing those shoes around. I've mostly been wearing my Ugg slippers). I've been baking. I've been cleaning. I've been shopping. I've even been working on that accounting thing I told you about. But, and this is a big but, what I haven't been doing is writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hit this brick wall on my WIP a couple of weeks ago. It started with some minor feedback I received from a reputable source. And it just escalated out of control after I signed the accounting client. You'll remember my last post blamed it on the battle between the two sides of my brain. But I've come to realize that's not really the problem. The problem is that my WIP has a slight glitch(okay, maybe major...depending on who you ask), and I don't know how to fix it. So I've found every excuse in the book to do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been in this spot before, and eventually I was able to move past it. I'm sure that will be the case this time. But I need to be realistic about the timing of that move. Things are always hectic during the holidays, and I don't have the time it will require to really delve into this problem. I'm okay with that. My plan is to put the WIP aside until the first of the year. When the hustle of the holidays settle down and I wrap up the work on the BIG client, I think I'll be more equipped to tackle the glitch.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, ever had a glitch you weren't sure how to fix? Did the answer eventually come to you? Are you writing over these busy holiday times? Or are you taking a little breather?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1625306147330641772?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1625306147330641772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1625306147330641772&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1625306147330641772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1625306147330641772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/12/art-of-doing-nothing.html' title='The Art of Doing Nothing'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sluc30k_6mI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6k7YeVoWENY/s72-c/put-your-feet-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1299231389922205694</id><published>2011-12-12T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:00:02.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain's in a Battle with Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtJbadhGMww/TuWiaPZOUmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HZ8K7xSr1Ec/s1600/toe%2Bto%2Btoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtJbadhGMww/TuWiaPZOUmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HZ8K7xSr1Ec/s200/toe%2Bto%2Btoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Seriously, the left and right sides of my brain are going toe to toe, and I'm not sure which one's going to come out on top. I've spent hours zoning in on numbers (you know, the new Accounting client I told you about), and I've spent hours crafting words. The two don't exactly mix.&lt;br /&gt;
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My head is in an uproar, and I can't wait until it's quiet again. Don't get me wrong...I love both sides of my brain and I would never want to part with either of them, but really, something's gotta give.&lt;br /&gt;
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In all honesty, I'm exaggerating a little. Things with the new client are going well, and I'm making progress on my WIP. But it's slow going on the writing front, and I think that side of my brain is ticked off. I can't help but wonder if it's not because the other side of my brain is in control right now. &lt;br /&gt;
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What about you? Ever had your creativity squashed by the other side of the brain? How do you keep that side under control?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1299231389922205694?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1299231389922205694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1299231389922205694&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1299231389922205694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1299231389922205694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-brains-in-battle-with-itself.html' title='My Brain&apos;s in a Battle with Itself'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtJbadhGMww/TuWiaPZOUmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HZ8K7xSr1Ec/s72-c/toe%2Bto%2Btoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8440448867220868724</id><published>2011-12-09T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:00:01.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Big Girl Shoes Back to Bare Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joJ4NqhD62c/TtXJgChADQI/AAAAAAAAAso/c7P6-kEGQOg/s1600/feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joJ4NqhD62c/TtXJgChADQI/AAAAAAAAAso/c7P6-kEGQOg/s200/feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've been discussing this blog's journey over the last couple of weeks. I started off with bare feet, as in I didn't have a clue what I was doing and I pretty much shared my thoughts and feelings. Then I started getting to know people around here, came up with the shoe theme, and learned a whole lot about the world of blogging. It's been a great resource for important information, and I met my crit buddies through blogging. I can't say it enough--it has been an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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That being said, the stage I'm in now has been a little tough for me. As most of you know, I took a six month break from blogging this past year for a number of reasons. And most of you probably also know that since I've been back, I haven't exactly been keeping on top of things. I'm working on it, though.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, today I'm going back to the barefoot approach. I'm sharing with you exactly what I'm feeling and thinking. The truth is, some days I can't think of a dang thing to write about here. The creative side of my brain is all spent from working on my WIP. Or from dealing with real life issues. Or from exhaustion due to other responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back in January of this year, I shared some of my goals for 2011. One of them was to improve on social networking. I expressed the hope of increasing quality more so than quantity. In other words, my goal was to step up the quality of my posts, not necessarily to blog more often. I'd say I haven't exactly made much progress on either front. But I know why. Blogging quit being fun for me when I put that expectation of quality in the mix. If I couldn't think of something clever, enlightening, or at least timely to post about, I just didn't post.&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided a month or so ago to let go of my self-imposed quality demand for the remainder of 2011. I needed blogging to be fun again. And my hope was that when it was fun again, the quality of posts would increase naturally. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;
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The good news is, I'm having fun again. Still working on the quality thing, but I'll get there. And until I do, at least I'll be having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bad news is, I just took on a new accounting client. The company hasn't kept financial records all year, and they want me to get them caught up. YIKES! It will be quite the task, but I'm ready. After all, numbers are my second love. (I think you all know what my first love is.) Anyway, from now until the end of the year, my blogging time might be limited. I'll still be around, though. How could I not be? I'm having too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great weekend everyone! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8440448867220868724?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8440448867220868724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8440448867220868724&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8440448867220868724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8440448867220868724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-big-girl-shoes-back-to-bare-feet.html' title='From Big Girl Shoes Back to Bare Feet'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joJ4NqhD62c/TtXJgChADQI/AAAAAAAAAso/c7P6-kEGQOg/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2238662390264092179</id><published>2011-12-07T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:00:01.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From School Girl Shoes to Big Girl Shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4ul9L-B0WE/Tt7_mbXLy-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/qU0K1EyxDtY/s1600/Converse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4ul9L-B0WE/Tt7_mbXLy-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/qU0K1EyxDtY/s200/Converse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or more specifically, I-think-I'm-a-big-girl shoes. If you've been reading my last few posts, you know that I've been reflecting on my blog's evolution. We've covered the newbie stage, the getting acquainted stage, and the discovery stage. Today, I want to talk about the overly confident stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I first started out, I never thought anyone would be reading, so I wrote pretty much whatever I wanted to write. Then, when a few people began following my blog, I started paying attention to what material I was making public. I also started following other blogs and forming close friendships (if not friendships, then at the very least, common bonds). And eventually, I realized all the information blogging provided.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now this next stage was not intentional, but it did in fact happen. I took all that information I had learned and started sharing it with all of my readers. My followers increased, and I thought I really knew what I was doing around here. You know, kind of like a fifteen-year-old girl who thinks she knows way more than her mother does. I was a big girl. I knew everything. There was absolutely nothing else to learn.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOT!&lt;br /&gt;
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I figured that out real fast. Not only with blogging, but with my writing as well. During this know-it-all stage, I acquired several beta readers/crit partners. Around the same time I realized I didn't know everything about blogging, I also realized I didn't know everything, or even hardly anything, about writing. And I have those beta readers/crit partners to thank for it. And in a direct way, I have blogging to thank for it too. If I hadn't been blogging, the only people who would have read my writing would have been my ever-praising mother and my easy-to-please teenage daughter. I would have gone on thinking my writing was brilliant. Thinking that all these agents and publishers were crazy for not appreciating it. Sulking because the whole business is all about luck and not about talent. (All of these things, by the way, are so not true!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I'd have to say that this is absolutely the greatest benefit blogging has had for me. Don't get me wrong, I love all my friends around here even if they aren't crit buddies. And I still garner extremely important information. But my crit pals...well...they changed my writing. Which is the reason I started blogging in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, so there's probably already a day for this (there seems to be a day for everything anymore), but I officially declare this day, December 7th, National Thank Your Crit Buddies Day.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, to my awesome critters (you know who you are), THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone else have any critters to thank?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2238662390264092179?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2238662390264092179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2238662390264092179&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2238662390264092179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2238662390264092179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-school-girl-shoes-to-big-girl.html' title='From School Girl Shoes to Big Girl Shoes...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4ul9L-B0WE/Tt7_mbXLy-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/qU0K1EyxDtY/s72-c/Converse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3760596973324402477</id><published>2011-12-05T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:00:09.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Baby Shoes to School Girl Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tf0suzvERM/Ttxi6Iag1kI/AAAAAAAAAtY/dzZKrHHPA4s/s1600/pre-teen%2Bshoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tf0suzvERM/Ttxi6Iag1kI/AAAAAAAAAtY/dzZKrHHPA4s/s200/pre-teen%2Bshoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you were around here last week, you know that I've been taking a look back at the evolution of this blog. So far, we've gone from the days before shoes to the baby shoes. Today, I want to talk about the School-Girl-Shoe stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the stage that I discovered the wealth of information available to me at my fingertips. I was like a first grader learning to read, write, add, and subtract. I took in all the information, knowing it was preparing me for my future as a famous, best-selling author.&lt;br /&gt;
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I learned things I never would have if I hadn't started blogging. It was amazing. The informative aspect of blogging took a center-stage role. Although, the social aspect remained equally important.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blogging became more than I ever imagined it would be. I made great friends and got a first-rate education to boot (no shoe pun intended here). It doesn't get much better than that. Oh, wait, it does. But we'll talk about that next time.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what aspect of blogging do you appreciate most? The social? Or the informative? Or are you like me and the two go hand-in-hand? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3760596973324402477?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3760596973324402477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3760596973324402477&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3760596973324402477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3760596973324402477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-baby-shoes-to-school-girl-shoes.html' title='From Baby Shoes to School Girl Shoes'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tf0suzvERM/Ttxi6Iag1kI/AAAAAAAAAtY/dzZKrHHPA4s/s72-c/pre-teen%2Bshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3838059549781461832</id><published>2011-12-02T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:00:01.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I went from no shoes to baby shoes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNoKRVufGCE/Tthg3FTzQcI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QXtotwpuQiI/s1600/baby%2Bshoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNoKRVufGCE/Tthg3FTzQcI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QXtotwpuQiI/s200/baby%2Bshoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Wednesday, I talked about the early days of my blog, the days before the shoes. Today, I want to talk about the next stage--the baby learning to walk stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just like a young toddler when they first begin to walk, I explored the blogosphere with determination. I wanted to go anywhere and everywhere. It was all so new and exciting. The thing I found most fascinating was the kind reception I received. These people, these people I had never met before, welcomed me with open arms. And suddenly, I was a member of something I didn't even know existed--a community of aspiring authors just like myself. It was magical for me at the time, a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is why all of you out there (you know, all you people I've never actually met) hold such a special place in my heart. You made me feel normal for having these dreams of becoming published. You listened to me fail. You cheered my successes. You taught me so much. And for that, I will always be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, it's your turn. When you first learned what blogging was all about, what fascinated you most? Like childhood, do you kind of miss those innocent days? I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's all for now, but please promise to have a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3838059549781461832?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3838059549781461832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3838059549781461832&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3838059549781461832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3838059549781461832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-i-went-from-no-shoes-to-baby-shoes.html' title='So I went from no shoes to baby shoes ...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNoKRVufGCE/Tthg3FTzQcI/AAAAAAAAAtA/QXtotwpuQiI/s72-c/baby%2Bshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3081646144189458349</id><published>2011-11-30T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:00:06.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before there were shoes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joJ4NqhD62c/TtXJgChADQI/AAAAAAAAAso/c7P6-kEGQOg/s1600/feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joJ4NqhD62c/TtXJgChADQI/AAAAAAAAAso/c7P6-kEGQOg/s200/feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Some of you may not know that this blog didn't always have shoes. It had no theme. It had no direction. It was, well, blah!&lt;br /&gt;
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For some reason, I've been reflecting about how this blog started, the path it has followed, and where it is now. I've decided I need a fresh perspective. And what better way to gain that than to look back at the beginning and appreciate how far this blog has come? Over the next few posts, I'm going to take you on a walk in this blog's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I first started this blog, it was purely personal. I never thought anyone would actually read it. It was a diary of sorts where I could write down all my thoughts and feelings about my writing journey. It was bare of shoes and filled with emotion. Nothing wrong with that. At least not back then. It served its purpose at the time, but times changed. A few fellow writers started following and commenting. It was no longer personal. It was public. So, the blog had to change. Thus the shoe theme was born.&lt;br /&gt;
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What about you? How did your blog start out? And what did it mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3081646144189458349?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3081646144189458349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3081646144189458349&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3081646144189458349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3081646144189458349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-there-were-shoes.html' title='Before there were shoes ...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-joJ4NqhD62c/TtXJgChADQI/AAAAAAAAAso/c7P6-kEGQOg/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6751090936756454837</id><published>2011-11-28T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:00:03.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These Shoes Are UNTRACEABLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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They are also the shoes of Grace Wells, the main character in UNTRACEABLE by S.R. Johannes. (Scheduled for release tomorrow.) I'm thrilled to have Ms. Johannes here with us today. And what, you may ask, is she going to talk about? Well, shoes of course. So let's get started. (I apologize in advance for the the formatting. I can't get it to all stop jumbling together.)   

&lt;b&gt;You make several references to shoes in UNTRACEABLE. Dr. Head wears Vans. Wyn wears Converse. Les wears worn out, old boots. What do these shoes say about the characters? &lt;/b&gt;  

I never understood Vans – they seem like an ugly slipper. I would say it’s retro relaxed with a slight nod to fashion. I see Dr. Head as a man from the 60s – the hair and the horn rimmed glasses.   Wyn wears tan converse. He’s a little more fashionable than most people in his town - though he pretends not to be. I think Wyn doesn’t belong there in that town anymore. He’s the guy who has bigger dreams than to live in a small town. His converse imply he has a fashion sense yet they are not that reliable or durable. They are a little soft and don’t have much function. This is the total opposite of Grace. Yet Converse have a classic style and are very comfortable and casual. That is Wyn.   

&lt;b&gt;2. As for Grace, you only mention her boots. In one scene, she chooses to wear her "best" boots to impress Mo. I'm dying to know, though, what shoes would Grace wear with her vintage Sesame Street t-shirts (if she's not out in the woods)? What would she wear if, God forbid, she ever had to go to a formal event such as prom? Or a wedding? And what do Grace’s shoe choices say about her?&lt;/b&gt;   

Grace is practical not fashionable. Her hiking shoes are all about dependability, reliability, and comfort. Yet they are about adventure and nature. I think that says a lot about her. If it were summer – she would probably be in Keens – part sandal, part outdoor, part hiking.  Grace wouldn’t go to prom – especially not a in a dress. But if she did – she would be in converse and somehow make it go with her dress.  Since she is only 16, I’m sure her tastes would change. But I could see her wearing cowboy boots under her wedding dress. Even if they are white.  Grace is practical not fashionable. Her hiking shoes are all about dependability, reliability, and comfort. Yet they are about adventure and nature. 

&lt;b&gt;3. Okay, we've talked about Grace's shoes. Now let's talk about your shoes. Take us on a little walk in your shoes. How good does it feel to finally see your book in print? How long of a journey has this been for you? What have been the highs? The lows? Any advice for all the aspiring authors out there?&lt;/b&gt;  

For the last 8 years – I’ve been trying to get published.  I’ve had 4 books go to acquisitions.  Two of those - a MG and Nonfiction book – went before I got an agent. After I signed with a top agent and a top NY agency, I had 2 more books go to acquisitions – a tween paranormal and this YA thriller – Untraceable.  Last spring, at some point early in the submission process of Untraceable, after only a few rejections, my agent felt I should shelf my book after the first round. Most books get about 3 rounds and I was determined not to give up on Untraceable. After some back and forths - we decided to part ways so I could get a fresh perspective on my writing and the Book. I believed in this book that much.  Over the next couple of months, I queried a handful of my top agents to see if they would pick up Untraceable for a couple more rounds. Unfortunately, since the book had already been seen a handful of editors – even thought it had gone to acquisitions at one house– no one wanted to touch the book. They were all more interested in my WIP that was still in its first draft and at least 6 months away from being complete.  During that whole time, my anxiety and frustration mounted. I knew in my heart I was good enough and that Untraceable was good enough. But I could not convince anyone to stand by me.  I had been working on this book for so long that after much thinking – I decided Grace deserved to go out into the world. Even if I had to put her out there myself. She had no future in traditional publishing due to everything that happened. I just figured I would use all my marketing skills to put out a product I was proud of in my own way.  It wasn’t an easy decision – I wanted en editor so bad, I wanted a publishing house behind me. But that was not in the cards for Untraceable or me at the time. And to be honest, I was tired of someone else being responsible for my dream. It was time I take charge.  But I will say – indie pubbing is not the easy way out. It is a long uphill battle and you have to be prepared to do it the right way with little reward. Untraceble was in my heart and I needed to put it out there. I’d work hard for 8 years, been patient, and almost made it – this was the only path for me at this point.  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Summary: (from goodreads) 16 year old Grace was reared in the wilderness. Her first pet was a bear named Simon. Her first potty, an oak tree. And, her first swing, a forest vine. Grace has lived in the Smokies all her life, patrolling with her forest ranger father who taught her everything he knew about wildlife, tracking, and wilderness survival.  When Grace's dad goes missing on a routine patrol, unlike everyone in her sleepy mountain town, she refuses to believe he’s dead. After finding a Cheetos bag and stolen government file, Grace is convinced she’s one step closer to proving all the non-believers wrong.   One day, while out tracking clues, Grace is rescued from imminent danger by Mo, a hot guy who has an intoxicating accent and a secret. Grace has never felt a connection like this before, certainly not with her ex-boyfriend, the adoring, but decidedly unrugged, Wyn.   After a few run-ins with the town's police chief, her father's partner, and some new evidence, Grace travels deeper into the wilderness that has always been her refuge only to learn that her father's disappearance is not a mere coincidence.   Soon she’s enmeshed in a web of conspiracy, deception, and murder. And it’s going to take a lot more than a compass and a motorcycle (named Lucifer) for this kick-butting heroine to emerge from an epidemic that’s spreading like wild fire, threatening everything and everyone she’s ever loved.   

Sounds good, doesn't it? Well, it is. I fell in love with the characters and the plot. Johannes does an excellent job of bringing the setting to life. It has so much to offer--romance, adventure, emotional trials. Just read it already! You'll see what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6751090936756454837?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6751090936756454837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6751090936756454837&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6751090936756454837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6751090936756454837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/11/these-shoes-are-untraceable.html' title='These Shoes Are UNTRACEABLE!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IxgGuTQOmM/TtMi83IJZsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/GAXIT-HNYWQ/s72-c/Graces%2BShoes' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8753697294110505731</id><published>2011-11-21T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:00:01.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it's Turkey Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I won't be around much this week, but I did want to tell you about this awesome contest K.M. Walton is having.

In an effort to get some buzz going about her debut contemporary YA novel, CRACKED (Simon Pulse ~ Simon &amp; Schuster January 3, 2012), she has launched a live action book trailer contest.
 
Prizes include the opportunity for budding filmmakers to get their one minute trailer critiqued by ten top industry professionals (an Oscar nominated producer team, writers for the MTV Movie Awards, the director of Entertainment Tonight, an award winning independent filmmaker, two accomplished television producers, a film agent, and the director of the movie THE MIGHTY MACS). There is also a top cash prize of $500.

The Filmmaker’s Kit, promotional flyer, and complete contest details can be found at www.kmwalton.com.

Good luck to anyone who enters, and have a Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8753697294110505731?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8753697294110505731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8753697294110505731&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8753697294110505731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8753697294110505731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-its-turkey-week.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s Turkey Week...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGl1hemYhek/TsnVUmbbXFI/AAAAAAAAArs/Lfn_zZ2yStA/s72-c/Turkey%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3233163591096927803</id><published>2011-11-16T08:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:00:15.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Up My Shoes Worked Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TS21vmxZDtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yHnzGF-6oiQ/s1600/vacation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TS21vmxZDtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yHnzGF-6oiQ/s200/vacation.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561300944338620114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



I figured since I posted a pair of winter boots Monday, I should balance it out with some flip flops today. And what better way to do it, than to talk about how every time I hang up my shoes (take a blogging break) someone I know around here gets good news.&lt;br /&gt;
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For you new people, this post from last December will explain the phenomenon:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This may be my greatest Tuesday Tip ever! Don't believe me? Well, just keep reading. If you've been around here long enough, you know that when I get overwhelmed with the whole blogging thing, I take a break. What you may not know is that these breaks benefit you (my followers) as much as they benefit me.  You see, every time I go on a break, someone who follows me (sometimes more than one person) signs with an agent or sells a book. Really, I'm not joking. During one of my breaks, my friends Roni Loren and Kate Walton both signed with agents. During my next break, my friend Tere Kirkland signed with an agent. The following break, Roni and Kate both sold their books. Most recently, on my last break, my friend Sherrie Petersen signed with an agent. (If you haven't already, you should go congratulate her.) See what I'm saying? My breaks bring good fortune to my bloggy friends.  So, my Tuesday tip this week is this: if you want to find an agent or to sell a book, just follow me and strongly encourage me to take a break. I guarantee one of you will get exactly what you want.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Here we are almost a year later and my latest break brought this good news: My crit buddy, J.B. Chicoine (Bridget) signed a contract with Rhemalda Publishing for her novel, UNCHARTED. If you don't already know Bridget, go by and congratulate her &lt;a href="http://jbchicoineliteraryworkinprogress.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It will be well worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, anyone else get good news during my last break?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3233163591096927803?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3233163591096927803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3233163591096927803&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3233163591096927803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3233163591096927803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanging-up-my-shoes-worked-again.html' title='Hanging Up My Shoes Worked Again!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TS21vmxZDtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yHnzGF-6oiQ/s72-c/vacation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8518094802746290272</id><published>2011-11-14T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:01:23.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...my all time favorite shoes ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJnioMjD0II/TsC5EsR1aQI/AAAAAAAAArg/SWhOBr2MEwE/s1600/Uggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJnioMjD0II/TsC5EsR1aQI/AAAAAAAAArg/SWhOBr2MEwE/s200/Uggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now, let me set one thing straight. I hate, I mean really, really hate, cold weather. But I do love my Ugg boots!  Who doesn't?  Stylish on the outside. Comfy-cozy on the inside. Oh, and the best part is, they make me feel young. You wanna know why? Because teenagers wear them too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, those of you who know me, know that this isn't a plug for Ugg boots and that I'm actually going somewhere with this. So, I'll get to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see from my profile, I write young adult fiction. I'm drawn to this genre because it's where I feel my author's voice fits best. I'm no expert in the genre, but throughout my journey, I have learned a lot. One thing that I've heard over and over again is the importance of using strong verbs. I understand the concept, and I do see the importance. But I also feel that the use of a strong verb sometimes undermines the voice. In my opinion, voice trumps rules any day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever heard a teenager tell a story? It's always something like...&lt;br /&gt;
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"So I was walking down the street, and this kid comes out of nowhere." or "I go into the kitchen, and someone freakin' ate my chocolate pudding." or "I'm already late, so I head straight to my first hour class."&lt;br /&gt;
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Notice it's always verbs like "walk", "comes", "go", "head". Personally, I don't think they can relate to words like "promenade", "lollop", "perambulate". These are exaggerated examples, but I like to exaggerate when making a point. Now, I'm not saying we shouldn't try to use stronger verbs, but I am saying, I don't think we should sacrifice voice to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bottom line is, the best scenario is to find verbs that are both strong and fit with a teen voice. Like the Ugg boots. They can be enjoyed by adults and teens alike.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think? How would you rank the importance of the use of strong verbs? Got any examples of good, solid, strong, teen verbs?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8518094802746290272?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8518094802746290272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8518094802746290272&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8518094802746290272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8518094802746290272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahhmy-all-time-favorite-shoes-ever.html' title='Ahh...my all time favorite shoes ever!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJnioMjD0II/TsC5EsR1aQI/AAAAAAAAArg/SWhOBr2MEwE/s72-c/Uggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4385728993732465969</id><published>2011-10-07T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T08:00:16.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Guys Are The Best!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all of you for your help on my Blogger problem.  I think it's all fixed now.  Between your suggestions and provided links, I stumbled across the solution.  My browser was out of date.  I switched to Google Chrome, and everything seems to be working great!  So...THANK YOU!

I apologize for the lack of a shoe picture, but in my defense, I didn't plan on posting today.  But I did want to pop in and express my gratitude.  The support around here is amazing...from writing issues to computer problems.

Anyway, I've got a busy day ahead of me and won't be around much.  Have a great weekend, and I'll see you all next week! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4385728993732465969?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4385728993732465969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4385728993732465969&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4385728993732465969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4385728993732465969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-guys-are-best.html' title='You Guys Are The Best!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2035524980528375751</id><published>2011-10-05T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:00:08.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You've Been Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjQdJPr3Y5o/ToveLqgkr-I/AAAAAAAAArY/ciFovASo9zI/s1600/dirty_footprints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" width="170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjQdJPr3Y5o/ToveLqgkr-I/AAAAAAAAArY/ciFovASo9zI/s200/dirty_footprints.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I see the footprints you left behind.  But, I don't know who you are.  Ever since I came back to blogging a few weeks ago, I've been unable to access my followers.  It's really getting annoying!  Does anyone know what I can do about that?  Google help says to clear my cache.  Say what?  What's a cache?&lt;br /&gt;
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I do realize I've just publicized my lack of computer knowledge, but I need help here, people!  If anyone has any suggestions, please either comment here or email me directly.  My email is on my profile page.&lt;br /&gt;
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As for all of my new followers...Welcome!  Glad to have you, and I hope to come visit you as soon as I can find you.  Until then, happy blogging and thanks for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2035524980528375751?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2035524980528375751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2035524980528375751&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2035524980528375751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2035524980528375751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-youve-been-here.html' title='I Know You&apos;ve Been Here...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjQdJPr3Y5o/ToveLqgkr-I/AAAAAAAAArY/ciFovASo9zI/s72-c/dirty_footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-453909366251187967</id><published>2011-09-28T08:00:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:00:04.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Signs of Fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAsmppWk3VI/ToADXpu3JsI/AAAAAAAAArI/Gjwiwuv60qY/s1600/Sunflower%2BShoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" width="117" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAsmppWk3VI/ToADXpu3JsI/AAAAAAAAArI/Gjwiwuv60qY/s200/Sunflower%2BShoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In Kansas, Sunflowers are a dead giveaway that fall has arrived.  They grow wild and are a common sight.  But do they float?  Why, you may ask, would I want to know that?  Well, research for my latest project, of course.  Why else?&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I wanted to pull over to the side of the road and cut one, but the time never felt right.  I was either running late for something or the car behind me seemed to be in a hurry.  Stopping right in the middle of the road would have been rude.  So, I did what any other self-respecting author would do and bribed my eldest child to go out and cut one for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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FYI...Sunflowers do float.  In fact, one is floating in my bath tub right now.  &lt;br /&gt;
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So, what's the craziest research project you've ever done?  Come on...please tell.  It has to be worse than mine.  Right?  Please tell me it's worse than mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-453909366251187967?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/453909366251187967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=453909366251187967&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/453909366251187967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/453909366251187967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/09/signs-of-fall.html' title='The Signs of Fall...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAsmppWk3VI/ToADXpu3JsI/AAAAAAAAArI/Gjwiwuv60qY/s72-c/Sunflower%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-174891270073839802</id><published>2011-09-09T08:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:58:30.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fodder'/><title type='text'>Not Sure If I'm Coming or Going These Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wafsYr-FIc8/TmmgJk5IZRI/AAAAAAAAArA/_NsbYa9Jmk8/s1600/Coming%2Bor%2BGoing.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="174" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wafsYr-FIc8/TmmgJk5IZRI/AAAAAAAAArA/_NsbYa9Jmk8/s200/Coming%2Bor%2BGoing.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's been one of those weeks.  Too much stuff going on to keep up, but I will say this, I've acquired a lot of good fodder in my comings and goings.  It's amazing what ideas strike at the least expected times!&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I continue, I'd like to thank my good friend, Lily Robinson, for the shoe picture.  She sent me an email with several, and this one was perfect for how I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, so, where was I?  Oh, yes.  Fodder.  It comes at the oddest times.  My kids, all three of them, have had life changing events this week.  It's a lot to deal with, especially since not all of the events were good.  But, here's what I learned...as bad as things can get for my normal, run-of-the-mill kids (our last name is Mills for a reason, you know), it has to be even worse for my characters.  In fact, it has to be so devastatingly worse, that I wouldn't wish that kind of pain on my most awful enemy.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first, I was hesitant to cause my characters so much suffering.  Just like I am with my kids.  The last thing I want is for them to go through anything less than utter happiness.  But then (and I knew it all along but refused to admit it), I realized my characters would suffer a far greater defeat if I didn't really let them have it.  They'd never see the light of day if I didn't put them through the most awful kind of hell.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I did.  And, you know what else I realized?  Writing hell for my characters made all the little crappy things my own kids were going through seem like a walk in the park (trite, I know, but this a blog, people, not a novel!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, my point is this...writing YA has always been an escape for me.  It took me back to my own youth.  Now, it's an even greater escape.  I get to take all the bad stuff that happens to my kids, quadruple it, and dump it in the lap of my characters.  It doesn't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you ever transfer your own suffering, or that of your family, onto your characters?&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-174891270073839802?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/174891270073839802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=174891270073839802&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/174891270073839802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/174891270073839802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-sure-if-im-coming-or-going-these.html' title='Not Sure If I&apos;m Coming or Going These Days...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wafsYr-FIc8/TmmgJk5IZRI/AAAAAAAAArA/_NsbYa9Jmk8/s72-c/Coming%2Bor%2BGoing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1920137670082123407</id><published>2011-09-02T08:00:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T08:00:16.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Shoes Are So Familiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SnMX0GcRlvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/F5QbEMKTDcs/s1600-h/Simple+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SnMX0GcRlvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/F5QbEMKTDcs/s200/Simple+Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364657764978235122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They're just another pair of flip flops.  Sure, they're pink and all, but I've seen a million pair exactly the same.  Doesn't mean I don't like them, but it does mean I'm not going to rush out and buy them.  And, I'm certainly not going to call all of my friends and tell them they MUST. BUY.  THESE.  SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I was reading this published book last night, and the strangest thing happened.  I started having deja-vu.  I mean in a bad way.  It kept going and going and going...(you get the point).  Finally, I realized what the problem was.  It wasn't deja-vu at all.  I had written the exact same scenario three months ago.  My first thought was that this author had stolen my premise.  Then, I came to my senses.  There's no way she could have stolen my material.  After all, this book was published three years ago.  I finally accepted the fact that my "never-been-done-before" premise had, in fact, been done before.&lt;br /&gt;
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I reacted the exact same way any self-respecting author would react.  I ranted and raved, throwing a hissy fit like no other, and then collapsed in a bath of pity tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and had a burning of the "never-been-done-before" premise party.  I watched three months of work (thank God above it wasn't more than that) go up in flames.  All I can say is, as painful as it was to throw a beloved project to the wayside, it was far less painful than actually finishing the project, submitting it, and then being told it had been done before.&lt;br /&gt;
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This, my friends, is why we should read!  Especially in our genre.  You never know, your next brilliant idea just might have been done before.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, has this ever happened to you?  It stinks, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1920137670082123407?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1920137670082123407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1920137670082123407&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1920137670082123407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1920137670082123407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/09/these-shoes-are-so-familiar.html' title='These Shoes Are So Familiar'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SnMX0GcRlvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/F5QbEMKTDcs/s72-c/Simple+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4729112385670653989</id><published>2011-08-31T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:00:08.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Great Escape...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sluc30k_6mI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6k7YeVoWENY/s1600-h/put-your-feet-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358048664507902562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sluc30k_6mI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6k7YeVoWENY/s200/put-your-feet-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I know I've been talking a lot about blogging (or the lack thereof) since my return, and I'm sure you are like "blah, blah, blah...not again."  But I do need to talk about one more thing...the pleasures of blogging.  You see, it's not a chore.  It really is fun.  (You do know there's no way those are my feet in the picture, don't you?  If I'm on the couch, you can bet I'm in pajamas and slippers, not heels!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Life has thrown me for a few loops over the last year, and I haven't been around as much as I used to be.  I've missed it, though.  I've missed the constant inflow of information.  I've missed the valuable writing exchanges.  But, most of all, I've missed the friendships I've made here and the escape they provide.  It's kind of like the CHEERS theme song...sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came...&lt;br /&gt;
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That's what this place is for me.  It's a place I can come to, no matter what else is going on, and have a good time; hook up with like-minded people; and explore my writing ambitions.  There's nowhere else like that (at least not in my little world).&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I'm done ranting about the time-suck that social networking has become, and I'm ready to enjoy all the things it has to offer.  Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;
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(On a side note, I enabled the pop-up feature for my comments because several of you weren't able to comment.  I hope that fixed the problem.  If not, please email me and let me know.  Also, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday on Facebook.  It really made my day!)    &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4729112385670653989?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4729112385670653989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4729112385670653989&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4729112385670653989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4729112385670653989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-great-escape.html' title='My Great Escape...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sluc30k_6mI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6k7YeVoWENY/s72-c/put-your-feet-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5163978091122761853</id><published>2011-08-24T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:00:01.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Am I Getting Ahead Of Myself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sqch92BlM3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7JUIrsElxbE/s1600-h/Go+For+a+Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sqch92BlM3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7JUIrsElxbE/s200/Go+For+a+Walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379305626275230578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Probably, cause I tend to do that every once in a while.  Oh, who am I kidding...I tend to do it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know many of you participated in the WriteOnCon conference last week and heard much of what I'm about to say.  But, for those of you who didn't, this info may be useful.&lt;br /&gt;
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We've all heard conflicting opinions about the importance of having a web presence even before publication.  It was a hot topic at the conference, and from what I can tell, still up for debate.  Some agents feel it is of huge ginormous (is that a word?) importance.  Others feel it is insignificant at the pre-signing stage.  The one thing they all agree on is that after taking on a client, they expect said client to develop a web presence if they have not already done so.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way I figure, I may be getting ahead of myself, but I'm still getting ahead, right?  Maybe it doesn't matter today, but in the long run, this part of my journey will already be on its way.&lt;br /&gt;
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That being said, I think David Weisman made a good point about my blogging activity &lt;a href="http://davidfweisman.blogspot.com/2011/08/susan-r.html"&gt;here&lt;a/&gt;.  I did burn out.  And, it was because I thought way too hard about what to post.  I set myself up for failure when I insisted that every post be a meaningful one about writing with a corresponding shoe to boot (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;
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Bottom line is this...I was so intent on enlightening all of you with my brilliance (and trust me, I'm BRILLIANT!) that I quit having fun.  So, no more.  I'm here.  I'm going to have fun.  And if I'm getting ahead of myself, so be it.  At least I'm having a good time, right?  Just don't expect any more brilliant posts.  And definitely DO NOT expect any kind of regular schedule.  I've decided to approach blogging like I do the rest of my life...whatever happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I've been flippant here, but in all seriousness, how do you view blogging?  Is it another task in your already too full to-do list?  Is it your method of socializing?  Or is it a means to a desirable end?  Regardless of what it is to you, when it stops being fun, it stops being useful.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Oh, and Blogger, I still can't see my followers.  Do you think you could help me out?  You know, so I can have fun!)     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5163978091122761853?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5163978091122761853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5163978091122761853&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5163978091122761853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5163978091122761853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/08/am-i-getting-ahead-of-myself.html' title='Am I Getting Ahead Of Myself?'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Sqch92BlM3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7JUIrsElxbE/s72-c/Go+For+a+Walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3343130495954204761</id><published>2011-08-19T08:00:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:00:12.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Gave Me A Good Swift Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK6pi5OkBJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/h0Te1rUnK_E/s1600/Kicking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK6pi5OkBJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/h0Te1rUnK_E/s200/Kicking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525540209772725394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, that's right.  I finally come back, and Blogger lets me have it.  Oh, Blogger, why so angry?  Is it because I was away for so long?  Or is it because you didn't want me to come back?  What?  What is it?  &lt;br /&gt;
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Wait, I know.  It's because you're annoyed by all the shoes I post.  That's it, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, okay.  I'll admit it.&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn't entirely Blogger's fault.  It was...err...more along the lines of user error.  Apparently, I had my cookie filter set too high and wasn't able to comment on some of your posts.  Problem solved now, though, so I hope to get around to you all today.  (And, Blogger, I'm sorry about all those nasty names I called you.  I didn't mean it.  Really, I didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I guess I missed a lot of big things while I was gone.  Blogger had an epic fail?????  Say what?????  Of course, I'm probably glad I missed that, huh?  Sounded horrible!&lt;br /&gt;
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But, I also missed the news that my friend, &lt;a href="http://carolriggs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carol Riggs&lt;/a&gt;, signed with an agent.  Congratulations, Carol!&lt;br /&gt;
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And, I almost missed WriteOnCon.  Oh, what a tragedy that would have been!  (By the way, that's where I've spent most of my time the last three days).  It was amazing!  If you didn't participate, you can still access the conference events at the WriteOnCon website &lt;a href="http://writeoncon.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It will be well worth your time, trust me.  And it's totally free!&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, I think that's all I have to talk about.  Oh, wait, one more thing...thank you all for your big-ole warm welcome back.  It was awesome!  (And on a side note to Blogger...I still can't see my followers, and I have a couple of new ones I'd like to go visit.  What's up with that?  I thought we were all good...)&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great weekend!  (Well, not you, Blogger.  You better be working hard this weekend to fix all my blogging problems!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3343130495954204761?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3343130495954204761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3343130495954204761&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3343130495954204761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3343130495954204761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/08/blogger-gave-me-good-swift-kick.html' title='Blogger Gave Me A Good Swift Kick'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK6pi5OkBJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/h0Te1rUnK_E/s72-c/Kicking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6076379148486548498</id><published>2011-08-15T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:00:16.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Who Could Forget These Shoes?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--va5mpaUZ00/TkiSyPO7S8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/j74KjEpZ6ZI/s1600/ugliest_shoes_ever_0_0_0x0_432x535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--va5mpaUZ00/TkiSyPO7S8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/j74KjEpZ6ZI/s200/ugliest_shoes_ever_0_0_0x0_432x535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640919925061798850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I posted them here over two years ago, yet I remember them clearly.  I hope the same can be said about me.  I've been gone a long, long time. Six months to be exact.  And, I'm hoping not much has changed.  (Other than a lot of good stuff, of course!)  Many of you contacted me privately or through Facebook and Twitter, and I can't tell you how much I appreciated it.  You are all the best things that ever walked the face of the Blogosphere!

Oh my!  Where did the time go?????  Well, I could tell you, but I'm pretty sure you'd be bored out of your minds.  So, I'll leave it alone.  Let's just say that real life took over.  Most of it good...some of it not so good.  At any rate, I'm back now, and I couldn't be happier.  I can't wait to catch up with everyone.

I'm guessing I missed a lot of breaking news (agent signings, books selling, etc.), so please share.  What's been going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6076379148486548498?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6076379148486548498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6076379148486548498&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6076379148486548498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6076379148486548498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-could-forget-these-shoes.html' title='Who Could Forget These Shoes?????'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--va5mpaUZ00/TkiSyPO7S8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/j74KjEpZ6ZI/s72-c/ugliest_shoes_ever_0_0_0x0_432x535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4449129408550777497</id><published>2011-03-28T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:00:01.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All!</title><content type='html'>I've been away for a while, and I miss all of you.  Unfortunately, it will be a bit longer.  I had a really busy month, and then last Monday, my computer got a virus!  It's being fixed, but I'm not sure how long it will it take.  Anyway, I just wanted to stop in and say thanks to all of you for your kind emails.  I can't wait to catch up with you when I can.  In the mean time, I hope all is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4449129408550777497?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4449129408550777497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4449129408550777497&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4449129408550777497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4449129408550777497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-all.html' title='Hello All!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-213981360452876552</id><published>2011-02-18T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:00:07.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authority'/><title type='text'>These Shoes Are So Similar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HChrXx4ZoJ0/TV354Ot_NDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EW5fKdzubeY/s1600/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HChrXx4ZoJ0/TV354Ot_NDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EW5fKdzubeY/s200/waiting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574886658173514802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
But if you look close enough, you'll see that one pair is shinier than the other. I've been talking to you this week about the three qualities that Mary Kole believes separates the aspiring writer from the published author. We've talked about character and voice. Now, we're going to talk about the third quality--Authority.

The word itself is self-explanatory, but what does it mean when it comes to our writing? According to Ms. Kole, it means writing with confidence. Ms. Kole feels that this takes time, and lots of it. It's the point at which you become a true story teller. When a writer reaches this level, mistakes and breaking of the rules go unnoticed. In fact, the author bends the rules in his favor. This brings to mind the whole "know the rules so you know when to break them" concept.

Again, there's no specific formula for getting to this point. It's all about practice and more practice. Ms. Kole stressed that each of our journeys will be different. One of us might acquire these three qualities sooner than another, but if we keep at it, every single one of us can and will get there. 

She closed the Webinar with these four pointers:
1. Keep honing the craft
2. Enjoy and respect the journey
3. Get at least one crit partner
4. Keep learning the marketplace

So, there you have it. I wish I had more concrete advice for all of you, but this has given me a lot to think about, and to work on. Which I'm going to be doing a lot of over the next week. Yes, it's time for me to take another break. I'll be back on the 28th. Until then, if any of you get good news (and I'm guessing someone will... happens every time), please email me. I don't think I can wait to hear about it until I return. Have a great weekend, and I'll see you all in a week or so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-213981360452876552?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/213981360452876552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=213981360452876552&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/213981360452876552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/213981360452876552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/02/these-shoes-are-so-similar.html' title='These Shoes Are So Similar...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HChrXx4ZoJ0/TV354Ot_NDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EW5fKdzubeY/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3991615989497811294</id><published>2011-02-16T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:00:00.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voice'/><title type='text'>Dang!  She's got a mouth on her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLp5qaOFmKI/TVtc7ru2OsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/b6w4yG40O-s/s1600/Mouth%2BShoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLp5qaOFmKI/TVtc7ru2OsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/b6w4yG40O-s/s200/Mouth%2BShoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574151144222374594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
When it comes to a pair of shoes, or a nagging woman, this may be a bad thing. But when it comes to writing fiction, a powerful voice is essential. Monday, I talked about character and how it's one of the things that Mary Kole feels separates the unpublished writer from the published author. The second thing is voice.

As you all know, voice is near impossible to define. It's not something you can teach. It's not something you can learn. But it is something you can develop over time. And by time, I mean years and years of practice that ultimately result in you finding your own voice.

In the Webinar, Mary Kole didn't even attempt to give pointers on the matter. Instead, she named books that she felt were perfect examples of strong voice. &lt;em&gt;Tantalize&lt;/em&gt; by Cynthia Leitich Smith and &lt;em&gt;Feed&lt;/em&gt; by M. T. Anderson were among this list. She also stated what her most frequent voice notes consist of: dry and clunky writing; reads like a business memo; and too adult (of course this only applies to children's literature).

She also commented that the voice must be authentic and natural. No author can force it. Readers, even kids, will notice if you're a poser.

So, what did I learn? Well, I didn't get any solid answers, but I did learn that my voice is unique to me, and only practice will get it strong enough for publication. I'm sure you all are a bit disappointed that I didn't have some greater words of wisdom, but we are talking voice here. I'm not sure that anyone can give a concrete explanation of what makes for a good voice other than that it captures the reader and won't let go.

What do you think? What makes for a powerful voice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3991615989497811294?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3991615989497811294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3991615989497811294&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3991615989497811294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3991615989497811294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/02/dang-shes-got-mouth-on-her.html' title='Dang!  She&apos;s got a mouth on her!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLp5qaOFmKI/TVtc7ru2OsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/b6w4yG40O-s/s72-c/Mouth%2BShoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3362792419459928316</id><published>2011-02-14T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:00:14.848-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Development'/><title type='text'>Interesting Shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4n1cCjDFNfE/TViwkjxmtWI/AAAAAAAAAps/oOIAVpERm14/s1600/heelsreverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4n1cCjDFNfE/TViwkjxmtWI/AAAAAAAAAps/oOIAVpERm14/s200/heelsreverse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573398680996066658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
They certainly get my attention. They may resemble shoes I'm used to, but there's something a little different about them. This, according to Mary Kole, is what makes for a good character. (Okay, so these shoes aren't appealing on any level, but bear with me... I'm trying to make a point here.)

A good character is both a mirror and a window. The reader should see something of themselves in the character, but should also see how the character can take them to somewhere they've never been.

This, to a certain extent, mimics the advice of Donald Maass in &lt;em&gt;The Fire In Fiction&lt;/em&gt;. If your main character is a hero, give him some quality the reader can relate to. If your main character is an everyday guy, give him some heroic quality. In other words, a hero is naturally a window for the reader. And an everyday guy is naturally a mirror. As authors, we need to make sure we give the character the ability to be both.

Mary Kole feels this is a difficult thing to achieve, and as I mentioned Friday, one of the things that separates an aspiring writer from a published author. I have to admit, I see her point. An unforgettable character is hard to create. That's why I work hard at it every day.

So, what do you think makes for an unforgettable character?  Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3362792419459928316?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3362792419459928316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3362792419459928316&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3362792419459928316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3362792419459928316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/02/interesting-shoes.html' title='Interesting Shoes...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4n1cCjDFNfE/TViwkjxmtWI/AAAAAAAAAps/oOIAVpERm14/s72-c/heelsreverse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5565355397336756978</id><published>2011-02-11T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:00:12.862-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Webinars'/><title type='text'>Bring On The Coppertone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj1q_s8bWcg/TVTHvd4GL-I/AAAAAAAAApk/JHu0aR_jL3w/s1600/Diving%2BIn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj1q_s8bWcg/TVTHvd4GL-I/AAAAAAAAApk/JHu0aR_jL3w/s200/Diving%2BIn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572298257251839970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Yes, it's supposed to be a balmy 35 degrees here today. Possibly near 50 by Sunday. It's a heatwave I tell you. A heatwave! I hear dripping outside my window as I type. I'm pretty sure that's the beautiful sound of snow melting. 

I know I promised to tell you the three things that Mary Kole thinks separates the aspiring writer from the published author, and I still plan on doing so. However, as I started to write out the post, I realized it would be an extra long one. And you all know how I feel about longs posts. So, today, I will list the three things, but save all the details for next week. 

First, let me say that Ms. Kole considers these three things the last to come together for any writer. They are vague concepts and near impossible to define but unmistakable when achieved. As with everything else in this industry, I'm guessing there is still some subjectivity involved in deciding whether a particular person has mastered these concepts. Still, I think knowing what they are, gives us something to strive for.

Okay, so here they are: Character, Voice, and Authority.

I told you they were vague, but I promise I'll elaborate a little more next week. Until then, feel free to comment on what these things mean to you. My kids are out of school for conferences (as if they haven't had enough time off for snow days), so it will be a battle for Internet time today no doubt, but I'll be visiting as much as possible. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5565355397336756978?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5565355397336756978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5565355397336756978&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5565355397336756978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5565355397336756978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/02/bring-on-coppertone.html' title='Bring On The Coppertone!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj1q_s8bWcg/TVTHvd4GL-I/AAAAAAAAApk/JHu0aR_jL3w/s72-c/Diving%2BIn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-31918466440721916</id><published>2011-02-09T08:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:16:56.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Webinars'/><title type='text'>I've Been Wearing These A Lot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TVIg6BThv-I/AAAAAAAAApc/uwYeTh_9xW8/s1600/Thick%2BSkinned%2BBoots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TVIg6BThv-I/AAAAAAAAApc/uwYeTh_9xW8/s200/Thick%2BSkinned%2BBoots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571551870165565410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Good thing they're stylish and comfy, huh? Yeah, we got more snow last night. I'm so desperate for good weather that I started rewriting some of my favorite winter songs. Like, instead of "Frosty the Snowman", it's "Toasty the Sandman". Then, instead of "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas", it's "I'm Screaming for a Bright Marchmas". My latest masterpiece is inspired by "Let It Snow", but I call it "Let It Glow", and it goes something like this: The heat outside is heightening, but the pool is so inviting.

I know I'm not the only one trapped in these Winter blues, so I'll quit complaining and get on to the Webinar with Mary Kole. First of all, I'd like to explain that this Webinar was geared for everyone from the beginning writer to the more seasoned, ready to query writer. She covered a lot of ground, much of which you probably already know. I did pick up a few helpful tips, which I will share with you over the next couple of posts. Let's start with querying. Keep in mind that these are just one agent's opinions and may not hold true for all agents. 

Here's what Mary Kole would like to see in a query:
1. Personalize it--state why you are querying this particular agent
2. Isolate the hook
3. Necessary Info--word count, genre, whether it's a multiple submission
4. Keep the bio brief and to the point
5. Tell about the book: Who is main character? What launches story? What does main character want? What stands in his/her way? What's at stake if he/she doesn't get what he/she wants?

On Friday, I'll share with you the three things Mary Kole thinks separates an aspiring writer from a published author. See you then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-31918466440721916?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/31918466440721916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=31918466440721916&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/31918466440721916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/31918466440721916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-wearing-these-lot.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Wearing These A Lot!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TVIg6BThv-I/AAAAAAAAApc/uwYeTh_9xW8/s72-c/Thick%2BSkinned%2BBoots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6343134840674015</id><published>2011-02-07T08:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:00:20.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Miscellanea'/><title type='text'>Too Many Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TU-D0uUWf9I/AAAAAAAAApU/xkMacc6tqk8/s1600/Too%2BMany%2BShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TU-D0uUWf9I/AAAAAAAAApU/xkMacc6tqk8/s200/Too%2BMany%2BShoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570816205890420690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
There are so many things I want to blog about today, and I don't know where to start. I planned on telling you a bit about my webinar with Mary Kole, but all these other things came up. So I'll hold off on that until later in the week.

For now, I want to thank &lt;a href="http://boomersandsaints.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt; for honoring me with The Stylish Blogger Award. She has to be one of the sweetest people I know. I'm not one to follow the rules with these types of awards, but I do want Nancy to know how grateful I am and that I truly appreciate the friendship we've developed here on blogger. If you don't already follow her, you should drop by her place. You're sure to find a heartwarming experience.

Also, I want to congratulate &lt;a href="http://jennifershirk.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-news.html"&gt;Jennifer Shirk&lt;/a&gt; on her 3rd book contract. And get this... I wasn't even on a break when this good news came in! (Don't know what I'm talking about? Then click &lt;a href="http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/hold-onto-your-shoes-people.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Of course, technically, we could say it counts considering my Internet was down last week and I didn't hear the good news until Friday. Yeah, I know that's a stretch, but still...

Finally, did you hear about the drawing my awesome friend &lt;a href="http://skateorbate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate Walton&lt;/a&gt; is having? If not, you should go check it out. The prizes include 7 YA books and a first chapter critique by the lovely Sarah LaPolla of Curtis Brown LTD. It doesn't get much better than that!

Okay, this post is long enough. I'm sure there's more I want to talk about, but it will wait until Wednesday. Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6343134840674015?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6343134840674015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6343134840674015&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6343134840674015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6343134840674015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-many-shoes.html' title='Too Many Shoes!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TU-D0uUWf9I/AAAAAAAAApU/xkMacc6tqk8/s72-c/Too%2BMany%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2675931267858476501</id><published>2011-02-04T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:00:01.833-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I've Been A Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>But, in my defense, it isn't entirely my fault. Nor is it my fault that I don't have a shoe picture today. All my shoes are buried under 6 foot snow drifts. And with the winter storm, our Internet connection has been sketchy at best, so I haven't been able to get around to visit all of you as much as I'd like. Being trapped at home, however, has allowed me to do a whole bunch of other things. I wrote a lot. I read a lot. I ate a lot. I cleaned a lot. And, I watched way too much television.

Lucky for me, our Internet didn't cut out once yesterday when I sat in on a Writer's Digest webinar instructed by Mary Kole of The Andrea Brown Literary Agency. Let me just say, it was fantastic. I'll post about what I learned next week. Until then, I'll be trying to dig some of my shoes out from the snow and reading as many blogs as my Internet connection will allow. Hope you all have a fabulous weekend! And for those of you experiencing the same weather as I am, stay warm and remember that spring is just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2675931267858476501?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2675931267858476501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2675931267858476501&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2675931267858476501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2675931267858476501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;ve Been A Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6559756678903408576</id><published>2011-02-02T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:00:19.267-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><title type='text'>I Want To Wear Flip Flops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUjt5RKeS6I/AAAAAAAAAo8/T6KG_bVArb8/s1600/Flip%2Bflops%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUjt5RKeS6I/AAAAAAAAAo8/T6KG_bVArb8/s200/Flip%2Bflops%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568962507359275938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And I don't want to wear them in the snow. I also want an 80 degree day with sunshine, a spotless house, and a Hawaiian vacation with my husband. All of these things will come in time... but not now. In a few months, it will be 80 degrees because it will be summer. In a few years, my house will be spotless because my kids will all be out on their own. In a few decades, I will have that vacation to Hawaii because my husband will retire. For now, though, I have to be satisfied with 0 degree temps, a messy, um... I mean cozy home, and a night out on the town with my husband.

If I focus only on what I want to change, I miss out on the pleasures of the present. I may want it to be 80 degrees, but there's something to be said for curling up with a good book on a cold winter night. My house might be cleaner when my kids are gone, but it won't feel as homey without the constant activity. And when my husband retires, we may be able to go to Hawaii, but he'll be home EVERY SINGLE DAY, ALL DAY LONG, pacing because he won't know what to do with himself (which will drive me absolutely crazy).

The same could be said for my writing career. I want to be a published author, and I can do everything in my power to make it happen. But (and this is a big but) some things are out of my control. Not only that, but when it does happen, things will change in many ways. I'll have to spend more time marketing and less time crafting. I'll have deadlines that aren't just self-imposed. I'll face criticism on a much broader level.

So, for now, I am satisfied with the present. I write for the pure joy of writing and am loving every stage in my journey.  The rest will come in time, and who knows... I might miss this part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6559756678903408576?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6559756678903408576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6559756678903408576&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6559756678903408576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6559756678903408576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-wear-flip-flops.html' title='I Want To Wear Flip Flops!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUjt5RKeS6I/AAAAAAAAAo8/T6KG_bVArb8/s72-c/Flip%2Bflops%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4505651823612659898</id><published>2011-01-31T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:00:16.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute boot, huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUZMYX0TFoI/AAAAAAAAAow/9Q_AH1dHrcg/s1600/Furry%2BBoots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUZMYX0TFoI/AAAAAAAAAow/9Q_AH1dHrcg/s200/Furry%2BBoots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568221970884138626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Something tells me I'm going to wish I had a pair of them by tomorrow. Yes, the weathermen are calling for the biggest winter storm of the season. My Uggs just might not do the trick this time around. Today... ice and fog. Tomorrow... up to 12 inches of snow. Wednesday... -12 degrees. Will this winter ever end?

Of course it will, but in the mean time, I plan on doing what any self-respecting aspiring author would do. I'll be curled up on the couch next to the fire with my WiP. Anyone care to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4505651823612659898?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4505651823612659898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4505651823612659898&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4505651823612659898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4505651823612659898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/cute-boot-huh.html' title='Cute boot, huh?'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUZMYX0TFoI/AAAAAAAAAow/9Q_AH1dHrcg/s72-c/Furry%2BBoots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1953522689930969583</id><published>2011-01-28T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:00:00.318-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catching Mistakes'/><title type='text'>Ooops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUBP0DOEvwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TtBakDFN4Jc/s1600/Mismatched%2BShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUBP0DOEvwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TtBakDFN4Jc/s200/Mismatched%2BShoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566536895066062594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Wearing two different shoes is not a mistake I've ever made, but I've made plenty of others. Especially in my writing. I read a published book recently that had a glaring mistake. Now, don't get me wrong... it was a fabulous book and I would recommend it to anyone and everyone, but at the risk of sounding critical, I'm not going to mention the title. In fact, my intentions are not to criticize at all. The opposite is true. I sympathize with the author because I see how easily this can happen.

The mistake I'm talking about is a repeated line. I probably wouldn't have noticed the line if it had not brilliantly conveyed the emotion of the character in a unique way. It was such a fantastic line that it stood out to me, and when it was repeated later in the book, I remembered it right away.

I have a theory on why this mistake went unnoticed by the author, the agent, and the editor. I've actually made the same mistake. During revisions, I move things around a lot. Many times, I've come across a line that I decide is needed elsewhere or would be more effective in a different spot. I move it, but... I forget to delete it from the original place. When I read through my manuscript over and over again, it doesn't stand out as a repeat because I've read my chapters so many times that every line sounds like a repeat.

When an author turns in revised material to the publisher, she, her agent, and her editor have read the manuscript so many times that they all fail to catch the repeat. See how easily it can happen?

I guess what I'm trying to say is that none of us can be too careful. Even if you've had several crit partners read your manuscript, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let a fresh eye read for you after you've made your final round of revisions. They just might catch something glaring before you submit to an agent. The same could be said for an author whose book is scheduled for an upcoming release. A fresh eye before approving the final copy might not be a bad idea.

Noticed any glaring mistakes in your manuscript lately? 

Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1953522689930969583?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1953522689930969583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1953522689930969583&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1953522689930969583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1953522689930969583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/ooops.html' title='Ooops!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TUBP0DOEvwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TtBakDFN4Jc/s72-c/Mismatched%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6853874662487292214</id><published>2011-01-26T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:00:17.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Management'/><title type='text'>Time... There's Never Enough of It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TT9KwY4qIdI/AAAAAAAAAog/GzLdoHgRlo8/s1600/Clock%2BShoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 81px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TT9KwY4qIdI/AAAAAAAAAog/GzLdoHgRlo8/s200/Clock%2BShoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566249859627491794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Or is there? It's something I've been thinking about for a couple of weeks. My son came home from school one day and informed me that he had to write down what his mom and dad do. You know what he wrote down about me? That I write books (which is true) and play solitaire (also true, but this can't be what he notices about me, right?). Anyway, it forced me to take a good long look at how much time I do spend playing solitaire. And, I've come to a painful conclusion: I have a problem. Does anyone know of a solitaire support group I could join?

Okay, in all honesty, it's not just an addiction. It's a procrastination tool. I find myself minimizing my manuscript and playing solitaire on the computer when I get stuck. This would be fine if it spurred some kind of creative streak, but it rarely does that. I have a feeling I'd get more writing done if I removed solitaire from my computer. Not happening, though.  Instead, I'm just going to limit my solitaire playing time to after I've completed a daily word count.

What about you? Do you have any crazy procrastination activities?  How do you keep them in check?

On another note, my blog break paid off for someone again. Many of you commented on my last post that &lt;a href="http://katieganshert.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie Ganshert&lt;/a&gt; had good news to share. I'd seen Katie's face in the comments of other bloggers, but I didn't know her. So, of course I had to go check it out. She recently sold her first book and another one to boot. Now, technically, I can't take credit for her good fortune because I didn't really know Katie, but I think it still counts toward my blog break = good news streak, don't you?  Besides, I remedied the "not knowing her" part and started following her. If you haven't already, you should go by and congratulate her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6853874662487292214?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6853874662487292214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6853874662487292214&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6853874662487292214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6853874662487292214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-theres-never-enough-of-it.html' title='Time... There&apos;s Never Enough of It!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TT9KwY4qIdI/AAAAAAAAAog/GzLdoHgRlo8/s72-c/Clock%2BShoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-7189305095552069611</id><published>2011-01-24T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:00:04.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Nothing ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TT0G_TxTSJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZqEEjlcmig0/s1600/Empty%2BShoe%2BBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TT0G_TxTSJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZqEEjlcmig0/s200/Empty%2BShoe%2BBox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565612399208384658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My shoe box is completely empty. Go figure. I take a long break from blogging, and the day I come back, I don't have anything to talk about. I could tell you about the leak in my ceiling or the awful haircut I got while I was on break. Or, I could talk about how my kids haven't been in school for a full week since November. But, that would just be me complaining. Instead, I'm going to rely on you guys to tell me some good news.

So, please share what's been going on with you. I'd love to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-7189305095552069611?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/7189305095552069611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=7189305095552069611&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7189305095552069611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7189305095552069611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-nothing.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Nothing ...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TT0G_TxTSJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZqEEjlcmig0/s72-c/Empty%2BShoe%2BBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-7971250542840500497</id><published>2011-01-14T07:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T08:20:06.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Kick Out The Inner Editor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TTBbAcDGW9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BpsW23UoJWQ/s1600/Kicking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TTBbAcDGW9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BpsW23UoJWQ/s200/Kicking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562045602889882578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Will she come back when I need her? Well, I think that's a chance I'm going to have to take if I ever want to finish my current WIP. I've been talking about my goals for 2011 this week. I haven't by any means listed all of my goals, only the ones I feel are most important. I was having a hard time choosing which goal to talk about today and then it hit me. One of my goals would be a step in completing a couple of others thus killing three birds with one stone.

So, my third goal this year is to turn off my inner editor. I've been in revision/editing mode for so long that I'm struggling to just write. I analyze every paragraph, every sentence, every word. I'm getting nowhere with this approach. I've been doing the same when I read. I find myself ripping apart novels instead of savoring them. It's sucked the joy out of reading for me.

This year (at least in the beginning), I will kick the inner editor out of my head. I will invite her back as soon as I finish a first draft and hope she forgives me for being so rude.

Now, I know I've only been back blogging for a couple of weeks, but I'm going to take next week off. My mom will be in town and if I try to blog, it will be unorganized and probably a bunch of pointless posts. That would go against my second goal for 2011, wouldn't it? Besides, half of you are begging me to take a break in hopes of good news anyway! 

Have a great week, and I'll see you on the 24th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-7971250542840500497?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/7971250542840500497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=7971250542840500497&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7971250542840500497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7971250542840500497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-kick-out-inner-editor.html' title='If I Kick Out The Inner Editor...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TTBbAcDGW9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BpsW23UoJWQ/s72-c/Kicking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5122610890064365099</id><published>2011-01-12T07:56:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T08:11:34.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 Goals'/><title type='text'>Hanging Up My Shoes Paid Off Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TS21vmxZDtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yHnzGF-6oiQ/s1600/vacation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TS21vmxZDtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yHnzGF-6oiQ/s200/vacation.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561300944338620114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (I usually use a different picture for this, but since it's like -10 degrees here, I needed a reminder that summer's coming!)

And you all thought I was kidding about my blog breaks being good luck...  Seriously, on my last break, yet another blog friend signed with an agent.  Go by and congratulate &lt;a href="http://whiteplatonicdreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/post-in-which-i-announce.html"&gt;T. Anne&lt;/a&gt;.  Her story is inspiration to us all.

Some of you may not know what I'm talking about, so here's the short version:  I tend to take frequent breaks from blogging, which I call hanging up my shoes.  Recently I noticed a very exciting trend.  Every time I take a break, one of my blog friends gets good news on their road to publication.  I guess it was T. Anne's turn this time around.  Good for her!  She worked hard for it.

Anyway, I decided, in order to ensure a year full of agent signings and book buyings, I should make one of my goals be to take even more frequent blog breaks.  No, I'm kidding.  Actually, one of my goals for 2011 is to keep up with my blog a little better.  I don't mean in the sense of posting more often or visiting more blogs, but I mean on an organizational level.  When I first started blogging, I was much more organized about it.  That's what I'm shooting for this year.  In other words, I'm going for quality, not quantity.  So, don't worry, I'll still be taking lots and lots of breaks, but when I do blog, I will be more organized about it.

So, do you have any blogging goals for 2011?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5122610890064365099?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5122610890064365099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5122610890064365099&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5122610890064365099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5122610890064365099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/hanging-up-my-shoes-paid-off-again.html' title='Hanging Up My Shoes Paid Off Again!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TS21vmxZDtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yHnzGF-6oiQ/s72-c/vacation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1910633729370631445</id><published>2011-01-10T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:00:00.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 Goals'/><title type='text'>Don't Lean Too Far To One Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSqTkYC4f_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/zJNTB0LATQM/s1600/Balance%2BBeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSqTkYC4f_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/zJNTB0LATQM/s200/Balance%2BBeam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560418943081414642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Or you might tumble and fall. Last week, I reviewed my goals for 2010 and the progress I made toward those goals. This week, I want to (for my own sake, so please bear with me) outline what I'd like to accomplish in 2011. On Friday, I talked about balancing my professional life with my personal life and how it was a work in progress. It goes without saying that this will be an ongoing focus during 2011.

As I mentioned Friday, it's not my other commitments that are suffering. It's my writing. In an attempt to balance last year, I actually ended up leaning too far to one side. This year, I want to steady myself and put my writing back up in the running for top priority. (It can't and won't ever beat out my family, but it can take more of a center-stage role.)

So, there you have it... my first goal for 2011 is to put more emphasis on my writing without sacrificing my other commitments. I think I can do it. No, I know I can do it! Who's with me? Are you ready to let your writing take on a more important role in your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1910633729370631445?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1910633729370631445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1910633729370631445&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1910633729370631445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1910633729370631445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-lean-too-far-to-one-side.html' title='Don&apos;t Lean Too Far To One Side'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSqTkYC4f_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/zJNTB0LATQM/s72-c/Balance%2BBeam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6657639343859901191</id><published>2011-01-07T07:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:56:44.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Recap'/><title type='text'>Balancing It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TScbNy5BdUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UmexS2irbX4/s1600/tightrope.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TScbNy5BdUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UmexS2irbX4/s200/tightrope.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559442188825359682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I've spent this past week discussing the goals I set for my writing in 2010. The first goal was to complete the rewrites on an older project. The second was to move on to a new project. The third was to try outlining for a change. And fourth was to expand on social networking. As I mentioned in my previous posts, I managed to obtain certain degrees of success with each of these goals so I am pleased with my efforts.

Now, my final goal for 2010 was to find a way to balance writing and blogging with family responsibilities. According to my family, this was a success. According to my writing and blogging, this was a failure. In 2010, I definitely put my family first (which a person should). In fact, I think I used them as a procrastination tool (don't tell them that). But, even though we put our families first, as writers, we need to carve out some time every day to spend on the craft. This is the only way we will improve.

So, I'm going to call this goal a work in progress. I'm still trying to figure it all out. What about you? How do you manage your blogging/writing time vs. family/work/other obligation time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6657639343859901191?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6657639343859901191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6657639343859901191&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6657639343859901191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6657639343859901191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/balancing-it-all.html' title='Balancing It All'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TScbNy5BdUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UmexS2irbX4/s72-c/tightrope.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2618237745916080690</id><published>2011-01-06T08:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:04:06.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Recap'/><title type='text'>Social Networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSXP2O58ZjI/AAAAAAAAAnw/MFQf3BChMIY/s1600/New%2BShoe%2BImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSXP2O58ZjI/AAAAAAAAAnw/MFQf3BChMIY/s200/New%2BShoe%2BImage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559077845679760946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This week, I'm reviewing some of the goals I set for my writing in 2010. I've already discussed finishing up a project, starting a new project, and trying to outline. Today, I want to talk about my 4th goal, which was to expand on social networking.

I started blogging in May of 2009 without a clue as to what I was doing. Over the next few months, I started to get the hang of it and realized what a wonderful resource it is. Through blogging, I've learned a lot about writing and the ins and outs of the publishing business. More importantly, though, I've developed some strong connections with other writers. I've watched other aspiring authors climb the publishing mountain to success. I've cried with some over their setbacks and celebrated with others when they've signed agents or sold their first novels. Best of all, I met my crit partners here.

All that being said, I decided that I wanted to get even more out of social networking by expanding my use of it. I did, in fact, join Twitter and Facebook, and I kept up with my blog. One thing I realized, though, was that social networking has its place, and writing should always come first. This realization took a whole lot of pressure off me. I don't feel guilty anymore if I can't blog. I don't feel guilty if I don't tweet one day or update my status on Facebook.

So, despite the fact that I take frequent breaks and haven't kept up with social networking as much as I intended, I'm calling my efforts toward this goal a success. I'm doing what I can, when I can, without sacrificing my writing. To me, that definitely spells success.

How much time do you spend social networking and which site is your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2618237745916080690?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2618237745916080690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2618237745916080690&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2618237745916080690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2618237745916080690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/social-networking.html' title='Social Networking'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSXP2O58ZjI/AAAAAAAAAnw/MFQf3BChMIY/s72-c/New%2BShoe%2BImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-9035129260239834021</id><published>2011-01-05T08:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T08:15:10.307-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Recap'/><title type='text'>Footprints Lead the Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSR8PdWMS6I/AAAAAAAAAno/Jidq020tLfA/s1600/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSR8PdWMS6I/AAAAAAAAAno/Jidq020tLfA/s200/footprints.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558704445099625378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This week, I'm discussing the outcome of the goals I set for my writing for 2010. The first was to finish the rewrites of an old project. Success! The second was to dive into a new project. Sort of success... And the third was to outline said new project instead of writing by the seat of my pants. I wanted footprints to follow. On every other project, I winged it, and the amount of revision and rewriting has been overwhelming.

Well, I'll call this a success. I did attempt to outline my current project. It's a very sketchy outline, but still an outline. I have narrowed down the major plot points and the character goals, motivation, and conflict, but everything in between is still up in the air. I decided I'm not much of an outliner. When I tried to plot chapter by chapter, I lost enthusiasm for the project and I felt lost rather than guided. There's nothing wrong with being a pantser, and there's nothing wrong with being a plotter. Is there anything wrong with being an in-betweener? I guess I'll find out in the coming months as I proceed with this project in that fashion.

What about you? Do you plot, or do you wing it? Or are you an in-betweener like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-9035129260239834021?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/9035129260239834021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=9035129260239834021&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9035129260239834021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9035129260239834021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/footprints-lead-way.html' title='Footprints Lead the Way'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSR8PdWMS6I/AAAAAAAAAno/Jidq020tLfA/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-9073881761368973060</id><published>2011-01-04T09:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:14:38.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Recap'/><title type='text'>Diving In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSNG_S3GYAI/AAAAAAAAAng/FlIBtTxyxJQ/s1600/Diving%2BIn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSNG_S3GYAI/AAAAAAAAAng/FlIBtTxyxJQ/s200/Diving%2BIn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558364418313969666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I'm spending this week discussing my success and failures regarding the goals I set for 2010. As I mentioned yesterday, the first goal I set was to finish the rewrites on my then WIP. My 2nd goal was to dive into a new project. I had two or three projects on the back burner and couldn't decide which one to proceed with. I'd be working on one, and another one would take over my brain. I kept going back and forth, never getting anywhere with any of them. I wanted to select one, once and for all, and dive into it without looking back.

Well, I did dive into another project, but it wasn't any of the three I was working on at the time. It's a brand new one. The problem is that I only had about a month to work on it before the holiday season hit. Now, I'm feeling a little disconnected from it and wonder if I truly dove in or just dipped my toes in the water.

I'm going to call the attempt at this goal both a success and a failure. Did I really immerse myself in a new project? No. Did I move on, though, and continue to write something? Yes.

What about you? Have you ever had a difficult time really moving on from an old project and diving into a new one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-9073881761368973060?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/9073881761368973060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=9073881761368973060&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9073881761368973060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9073881761368973060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/diving-in.html' title='Diving In'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TSNG_S3GYAI/AAAAAAAAAng/FlIBtTxyxJQ/s72-c/Diving%2BIn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5356901744649761076</id><published>2011-01-03T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:00:02.631-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Recap'/><title type='text'>2010 Recap</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I can't believe another year has come and gone.  At this time last year, I set some goals for my writing career, so I thought I'd explore the success and failure of these over the next week.  (And, I apologize for the lack of shoe picture today.  If all goes well, there will be one tomorrow.)

My first goal was to complete the rewrites on the manuscript I was working on at the time.  It took the better part of the year, but I did in fact accomplish that.  I have no complaints.  I learned a great deal in the process and became a better writer because of it.

What about you?  Did any of your 2010 goals take longer to accomplish than you thought they would?  And, anyone have any good news to share?  Please do tell!

Oh, and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5356901744649761076?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5356901744649761076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5356901744649761076&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5356901744649761076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5356901744649761076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap.html' title='2010 Recap'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2220614626665062530</id><published>2010-12-17T07:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:47:00.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQtpOUjqZsI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TiEF2t-hEyg/s1600/Christmas%2BShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQtpOUjqZsI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TiEF2t-hEyg/s200/Christmas%2BShoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551646660421641922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Okay, so for all of you who have been chomping at the bit for me to take a break, it's time. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about click &lt;a href="http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/hold-onto-your-shoes-people.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.) I plan on spending the next two weeks with family, and I look forward to catching up with all of you when I return after the New Year.

So, anyone want to place bets on who gets some good news while I'm away?

Happy Holidays, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2220614626665062530?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2220614626665062530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2220614626665062530&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2220614626665062530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2220614626665062530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQtpOUjqZsI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TiEF2t-hEyg/s72-c/Christmas%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8650699845536257523</id><published>2010-12-16T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:27:31.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season, Part 4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQmm7LAwkQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/O7L8BRMGkOE/s1600/Christmas%2BShoes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQmm7LAwkQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/O7L8BRMGkOE/s200/Christmas%2BShoes4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551151551209312514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Finding the perfect gift for your child is a relief. Watching your child's eyes light up when they open that gift is heartwarming. But watching the same child pace in anticipation while they wait for someone else to open a gift is truly priceless. (Do I sound like the Visa commercial? That's what I was going for. No? Well, maybe I should practice a little more.)

Anyway... one of my favorite holiday moments was when my mom, my two brothers, and I adopted a family for Christmas. Instead of buying gifts for each other, we decided to spend the money on a family in need. This is nothing new, I know. But we were fortunate enough to actually get to meet the family and give the gifts to them in person. My kids were so excited to watch these underprivileged peers open their gifts that they couldn't sit still. That was more exciting to them than walking down the stairs on Christmas morning to their own brightly wrapped presents. It really was a wake up call about the true meaning of the holiday. I don't think any of us have ever viewed Christmas the same way since we watched those children get excited about opening necessities like shampoo and toothpaste, coats and gloves, and if they were lucky, a doll or a toy car.

Okay, so this is where I'd normally relate my post to writing in some way, but I'd hate to take away from the whole "giving" message, so I'll leave it alone. Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8650699845536257523?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8650699845536257523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8650699845536257523&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8650699845536257523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8650699845536257523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-part-4.html' title='Tis The Season, Part 4...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQmm7LAwkQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/O7L8BRMGkOE/s72-c/Christmas%2BShoes4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3300157732494905647</id><published>2010-12-15T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:00:12.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season, Part 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQey5JsmvfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/x3rFoED5oPU/s1600/Christmas%2BShoes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQey5JsmvfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/x3rFoED5oPU/s200/Christmas%2BShoes1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550601760682720754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
If you've been around here this week, you know I'm sharing some of my favorite holiday memories. Since I told a farm story yesterday, I thought I'd stick with that theme and share another farm related memory today.

As I mentioned yesterday, we have a dairy farm. What I didn't mention is that we don't actually live on the farm. We live in town in a neighborhood. (I'd explain why, but that would be some really unnecessary back story.) Anyway, a couple of years ago on Christmas morning, my husband brought home an unexpected guest who was in need of a warm place to stay and a meal. That's what the holidays are all about, right? Welcoming the needy into your home? Only this needy one came in the form of a newborn calf. It was so new, in fact, that it couldn't stand yet. It's mother had died while giving birth, and the poor calf was starving for milk and freezing. My kids took turns bottle feeding it in our garage while all the neighbors came to see the strange visitor. After all, most of them had never been that close to a newborn calf.

Sometimes the most unexpected moments are also the most memorable. Same goes with writing. I just love it when something unexpected happens in my manuscripts.

Any unexpected holiday memories you'd like to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3300157732494905647?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3300157732494905647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3300157732494905647&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3300157732494905647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3300157732494905647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-part-3.html' title='Tis The Season, Part 3...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQey5JsmvfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/x3rFoED5oPU/s72-c/Christmas%2BShoes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3884931394115384057</id><published>2010-12-14T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:00:12.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holidays'/><title type='text'>Tis The Season, Part 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQcETdQE0vI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jgzNd6FbzrE/s1600/Christmas%2BShoes2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQcETdQE0vI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jgzNd6FbzrE/s200/Christmas%2BShoes2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550409798073504498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So, you all know that I'm tired of my kids thinking the holiday season is all about the newest gadget they want. This week, I'm sharing some of my fondest holiday memories in hopes of negating their commercial mindset.

Today, I'd like to share a memory about one of the first Christmases I shared with my husband. I was nine months pregnant with our first child, and my mom had just moved 800 miles away. My dad was spending his Christmas morning with his new wife and her family, and my brothers were who knows where. I felt completely and utterly alone. (I'm sure my hormones didn't help, but still...) 

Most of you know that we are a farm family. My husband runs a dairy farm and buys and sells Holstein cattle for a living. And anyone who knows anything about farming, knows that Christmas is not a day off. I was aware of this when I married my husband, but that didn't stop me from being a little miffed about the fact that he had to go feed pastures and pastures of cows on Christmas morning. Rather than sitting at home alone, I decided to join him. 

About halfway through the first pasture, I realized my mistake. It was a bumpy ride, and I had a five pound baby in my womb resting on my full bladder. There was a foot of snow on the ground and no bathroom within miles. My husband kept talking to me and making jokes, trying to keep my mind off my dire circumstances. At the time, I was absolutely miserable, but looking back on it, I can't say I have any regrets. I learned a valuable lesson while spending quality time with my husband.

Isn't writing the same? Every stage we are in, we may make bad decisions, but sure enough, we learn from them right? We always, and I mean always, look back on those times fondly, even if we we're miserable at the time. And, more often than not, we have no regrets.

So, what about you? Any holiday memories that didn't seem so great at the time, but you cherish now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3884931394115384057?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3884931394115384057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3884931394115384057&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3884931394115384057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3884931394115384057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-part-2.html' title='Tis The Season, Part 2...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQcETdQE0vI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jgzNd6FbzrE/s72-c/Christmas%2BShoes2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3177869764909527641</id><published>2010-12-13T08:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:00:05.698-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holidays'/><title type='text'>Tis The Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQWfnWrqsRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/zyTqGEkUwzc/s1600/Christmas%2BShoes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQWfnWrqsRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/zyTqGEkUwzc/s200/Christmas%2BShoes3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550017614256451858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Does anyone remember what it's the season for? If my kids add one more outrageously expensive gift to their Christmas lists, I think I might have to boycott the holiday all together. No... I won't do that, but I am ready for them to start thinking about what it's really all about. 

Regardless of religious affiliation, I think this time of year is about family. Whatever holiday you celebrate, I'd venture to guess that it has something to do with spending time with loved ones. So, this week, I want to share some of my favorite holiday memories. None of which have anything to do with presents received.

I'm going to start off with something that was a tradition for my family when I was growing up. Every Christmas Eve (if we weren't traveling to Grandma's house), my mom would cook up a big batch of beef stew and an enormous pan of monkey bread. (Hey now, I never said my favorite memories wouldn't involve food.) As a family, we shared many meals throughout the year, but this meal seemed special for some reason. No one fought or argued. No one was in a hurry to get to a practice or a meeting or whatever else we were involved in. It was just us with all the time in the world.

Lately, I've heard a lot of buzz about the added stress the holidays bring. Thinking back to when I was a child, it was the opposite. Things seemed to slow down for my family. I want it to be that way as an adult. So, this holiday season, I think I'll try to slow down and remember that life is so much sweeter (with or without monkey bread) when I'm not in a hurry to get somewhere else.

Same kind of goes for this thing called writing. When we're always trying to get the next best thing, whether it be finishing the next novel, signing with an agent, selling to a publisher, hitting the Bestsellers list, etc., we fail to truly enjoy the craft of writing. 

What about you? Do you have any slow-mo holiday memories to share? If so, please do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3177869764909527641?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3177869764909527641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3177869764909527641&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3177869764909527641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3177869764909527641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQWfnWrqsRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/zyTqGEkUwzc/s72-c/Christmas%2BShoes3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-319993227042880207</id><published>2010-12-10T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:00:02.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Fluff'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQGnH_p97EI/AAAAAAAAAms/qmhKiavKtoI/s1600/Happy%2BShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQGnH_p97EI/AAAAAAAAAms/qmhKiavKtoI/s200/Happy%2BShoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548899971685542978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I'm smiling because I got some great news yesterday! My dad has recovered faster than expected and will be released from the hospital today. Thank you all for your continued thoughts and prayers. You guys are the best! 

So, today's Friday's Fluff post is all about my kind blog friends. You've been there for good times and bad times. You compliment me when I have something of value to say and support me when I slack off. You congratulate me when I'm up and encourage me when I'm down. It never ceases to amaze me the caliber of people I've become acquainted with here.

So, here's to you dear blog friends! You make this journey a happier one. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-319993227042880207?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/319993227042880207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=319993227042880207&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/319993227042880207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/319993227042880207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-friday-everyone.html' title='Happy Friday Everyone!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQGnH_p97EI/AAAAAAAAAms/qmhKiavKtoI/s72-c/Happy%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1869078953758563287</id><published>2010-12-09T08:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:00:15.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Totally Random Shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQBu2cPsaxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NJeSqpEHwGM/s1600/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQBu2cPsaxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NJeSqpEHwGM/s200/2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548556622494460690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
...for totally random thoughts. (Please note: no writerly advice ensues.) Hey, don't judge me. I'm entitled to random every now and then, right? So, yesterday was a really weird day, and I thought I'd share some of the things I learned from it. 

#1--Blogger absolutely hates me. Seriously, it does. I couldn't log on to do my post (which was kind of a waste anyway, but still), and then I couldn't comment on a few of my fave blogs or access the follower tool to follow some of the new awesome blogs I came across. Not to mention, I couldn't see who my new followers were. Yeah, so, Blogger doesn't like me. (Maybe HATE was too strong of a word.)

#2--My kids are hyped up on "It's Almost Christmas" drugs, and they won't calm down. I kid you not, one of them (who will remain nameless) tied another one (who will also remain nameless) up with the DVD cords to get his way with the TV remote. Its not like there aren't 3 other televisions in the house. Yeah, so my kids are in overdrive. (Maybe ON DRUGS was too strong a description.)

#3--My neighbors are even crazier during the winter months. Apparently, dancing 1/2 naked around an open fire on the driveway in 20 degree temps is acceptable to them. Now, I'm not one to judge, but really???? This isn't working for me. The man is loony toons, not to mention too flabby to be flaunting his body, if you know what I mean. Yeah, my neighbors are crazy for sure. (In this case, CRAZY is putting it nicely.)

Okay, so those are my random Thursday Thoughts. Do you have anything you want to get off your chest? Really, now's the time. The more random, the better. Come on, if nothing else, you'll make me feel better about my random rage of thoughts. So let's hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1869078953758563287?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1869078953758563287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1869078953758563287&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1869078953758563287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1869078953758563287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/totally-random-shoes.html' title='Totally Random Shoes...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TQBu2cPsaxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NJeSqpEHwGM/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-7018066102618312340</id><published>2010-12-07T08:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:00:09.755-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday&apos;s Tip'/><title type='text'>Hold Onto Your Shoes People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TP2-dDu7lCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/SmoGvs4kFbA/s1600/Hold%2BOnto%2BYour%2BShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TP2-dDu7lCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/SmoGvs4kFbA/s200/Hold%2BOnto%2BYour%2BShoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547799722417951778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This may be my greatest Tuesday Tip ever! Don't believe me? Well, just keep reading. If you've been around here long enough, you know that when I get overwhelmed with the whole blogging thing, I take a break. What you may not know is that these breaks benefit you (my followers) as much as they benefit me.

You see, every time I go on a break, someone who follows me (sometimes more than one person) signs with an agent or sells a book. Really, I'm not joking. During one of my breaks, my friends &lt;a href="http://fictiongroupie.blogspot.com"&gt;Roni Loren&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://skateorbate.blogspot.com"&gt;Kate Walton&lt;/a&gt; both signed with agents. During my next break, my friend &lt;a href="http://lesserkey.blogspot.com"&gt;Tere Kirkland&lt;/a&gt; signed with an agent. The following break, Roni and Kate both sold their books. Most recently, on my last break, my friend &lt;a href="http://solvangsherrie.blogspot.com"&gt;Sherrie Petersen&lt;/a&gt; signed with an agent. (If you haven't already, you should go congratulate her.) See what I'm saying? My breaks bring good fortune to my bloggy friends.

So, my Tuesday tip this week is this: if you want to find an agent or to sell a book, just follow me and strongly encourage me to take a break. I guarantee one of you will get exactly what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-7018066102618312340?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/7018066102618312340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=7018066102618312340&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7018066102618312340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7018066102618312340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/hold-onto-your-shoes-people.html' title='Hold Onto Your Shoes People!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TP2-dDu7lCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/SmoGvs4kFbA/s72-c/Hold%2BOnto%2BYour%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8756640150338337057</id><published>2010-12-06T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:00:03.161-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Miscellanea'/><title type='text'>Is There Anything Good About These Old Shoes????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPxrxRuICdI/AAAAAAAAAmU/7_Br8yfhAJE/s1600/Old%2BShoes%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPxrxRuICdI/AAAAAAAAAmU/7_Br8yfhAJE/s200/Old%2BShoes%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547427335328238034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Maybe.  Maybe not.  If nothing else, they might be good for working in the yard.  Or perhaps the laces can be used in another shoe.  You never know.  It's worth taking a look at if you ask me.  Most of you know that I was on a little break from blogging over the last few days.  I'm happy to say that I accomplished everything I wanted to accomplish and then some.  House clean--check.  Christmas decos up--check.  Some shopping done--check.  Really, I couldn't ask for more.

Anyway, while I was pulling out Christmas decorations, I came across a box of old things I'd written.  I had seen them about a year ago but didn't pay much attention to them.  They were mostly essays and short stories I wrote in high school and college, or poetry that I wrote anywhere between the age of 10 and 22.  This time, I sat on the cold concrete floor of the basement and re-read every single word.  Most of these words were complete crap (and by crap, I mean a total waste), but some of the words and sentences, and even the plots, were salvageable.

In one work, I found the glimmer of a totally unique and interesting story line.  In another work, I found a beautiful description that I was surprised I'd actually come up with.  Neither work in and of itself is worth much, but those two little pieces might just find a home in my more mature works.

So, today, I beg you not to discount any of your old writing.  Just like the shoes above, you never know when those old words might find a new home.  What about you?  Have you ever salvaged old writing and put it in a new piece of work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8756640150338337057?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8756640150338337057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8756640150338337057&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8756640150338337057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8756640150338337057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-there-anything-good-about-these-old.html' title='Is There Anything Good About These Old Shoes????'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPxrxRuICdI/AAAAAAAAAmU/7_Br8yfhAJE/s72-c/Old%2BShoes%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8696803704898888326</id><published>2010-12-02T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:00:09.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping To Tie My Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPcwLuegWfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RIJNATiZTn4/s1600/tying%2Bshoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPcwLuegWfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RIJNATiZTn4/s200/tying%2Bshoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545954444142729714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I wouldn't want my laces to trip me up, now would I? Every once in a while, we need to quit running full speed ahead and take care of the little details that might be holding us back. Right now, for me, those details involve laundry, dishes, Christmas shopping and decorating, dirty toilets and dusty dressers... you get my point. Even more importantly, my new WIP has sat untouched for over two weeks now.

Today is Thursday's Thoughts day, and you want to know what I think? I think I jumped back into blogging a little too soon. As most of you know, my recent blog break was due to my father's hospitalization. Well, he's still there, and I am still being stretched quite thin between my constant visits with him and my responsibilities as a wife and mother. The past two days, I've spent every free moment at home catching up with blogs or visiting other social networking sites. It occurred to me last night when I returned from the hospital at 10:00 pm to a sink full of dirty dishes that I had neglected to catch up with some very important things.

So, I've decided to take the next few days to do just that. I hope to get my house back in order, get a little shopping done, and dive back into my WIP. I think I'll feel more up to social networking without all of that hanging over my head.

You might still hear a tweet or two from me (sometimes I just can't resist), but I won't be back on blogger until Monday. Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8696803704898888326?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8696803704898888326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8696803704898888326&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8696803704898888326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8696803704898888326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/stopping-to-tie-my-shoes.html' title='Stopping To Tie My Shoes'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPcwLuegWfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RIJNATiZTn4/s72-c/tying%2Bshoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2688618473005812155</id><published>2010-12-01T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:00:10.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shoes of Teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPV1VpIumUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/FoD5XSFqCIw/s1600/Converse%2BShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPV1VpIumUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/FoD5XSFqCIw/s200/Converse%2BShoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545467530856798530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Whether you are the parent of a teen or a young adult author, it pays to know what teens are thinking.  Yesterday, on my Internet home page, an interesting article popped up about this topic.  It has no writing tips (sorry), but it does give us a little glimpse of the teen mind (which is always helpful when writing about teenagers).

So, today's Wednesday's Website can be accessed &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/parenting/10-things-your-teenager-wont-tell-you-2413662"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I have to admit, even though I have three teens, I was educated on what they might be thinking.  For me, it was a bonus read as a writer and as a parent.

Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2688618473005812155?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2688618473005812155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2688618473005812155&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2688618473005812155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2688618473005812155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/12/shoes-of-teens.html' title='The Shoes of Teens'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPV1VpIumUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/FoD5XSFqCIw/s72-c/Converse%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4115008262003534001</id><published>2010-11-30T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:00:14.189-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fodder'/><title type='text'>Hospitals Aren't My Favorite Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPRZO2pg3sI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GwNL026FGjE/s1600/Doctor%2BShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPRZO2pg3sI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GwNL026FGjE/s200/Doctor%2BShoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545155152922599106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
But they sure do provide good fodder! As most of you know, I've been on a break from social networking. I want to express my gratitude for all of your well wishes while I was away. The reason for my break was my father's unexpected admission into the hospital nearly two weeks ago. I won't go into any details, but he has multiple health issues. For the first week, it was pretty touch and go. We truly thought he was going to die. I'm happy to say that he is recovering and should be fine. He's still in the hospital and has some major physical therapy ahead of him, but the scariest part is over.

Despite his improved condition, I'm still spending much of my time at the hospital. It's been a great research tool for writing about emotion. You see all kinds of people feeling all kinds of things. The sad but relieved relatives of an elderly person who has just passed onto a better place. The happiness of new parents as they leave with their tiny bundle of joy. The fear of families like mine in not knowing if their loved one will survive the night.

Don't get me wrong--writing didn't even cross my mind until we were certain my dad would be okay. But after that, I thought a great deal about it. Is that wrong? What about you? Have any of you ever been thinking about your writing at what might appear to be an inappropriate time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4115008262003534001?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4115008262003534001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4115008262003534001&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4115008262003534001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4115008262003534001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/hospitals-arent-my-favorite-place.html' title='Hospitals Aren&apos;t My Favorite Place'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TPRZO2pg3sI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GwNL026FGjE/s72-c/Doctor%2BShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5639628938716631021</id><published>2010-11-19T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:00:01.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Break</title><content type='html'>Due to an unexpected family emergency, I won't be around on blogger until after the Thanksgiving break.  Hope all is well, and I look forward to catching up with everyone when I return.

Until then, Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5639628938716631021?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5639628938716631021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5639628938716631021&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5639628938716631021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5639628938716631021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/unexpected-break.html' title='An Unexpected Break'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5528152094754867096</id><published>2010-11-17T08:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:00:12.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Querying'/><title type='text'>Putting Your Best Foot Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TONjfESJewI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IEmIqpu1psA/s1600/Best%2BFoot%2BForward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TONjfESJewI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IEmIqpu1psA/s200/Best%2BFoot%2BForward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540381351972797186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about some helpful websites that might help you through the torture of SYNOPSIS writing.  Today, I'd like to pass along some links for the other torture chamber, better known as writing THE QUERY LETTER.  Dun-ta-Dun... (In case you don't get that, it's supposed to be the sound of peril.)  No really, query writing is not that bad, especially if you do your research.  The first impression an agent has of you is based on your query letter, so you better put as much effort into it as you did your manuscript.  That being said, I'd like to pass on a few good places to start.

Of course, there is the infamous &lt;a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com"&gt;Elana Johnson&lt;/a&gt;, brilliant author of FROM THE QUERY TO THE CALL.  Her formula for the query letter simplifies the whole process into something understandable.

Then, there is the notorious Janet Reid, better known as &lt;a href="http://queryshark.blogspot.com/2010/11/187.html"&gt;The Query Shark&lt;/a&gt;.  Her query template provides the low down on what an agent really wants to know about your manuscript.

My recent favorite is &lt;a href="http://jillcorcoran.blogspot.com/2010/11/hows-and-whys-of-subbing-to-jill.html"&gt;Jill Corcoran's&lt;/a&gt; information about her specific likes and dislikes when it comes to the query letter.

And, finally, for entertainment purposes, you should check out my &lt;a href="http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooooops.html"&gt;query blunders from almost two years ago&lt;/a&gt;.  Yeah, they are laughable!

In addition to these sites, I want to stress the importance of researching particular agents before querying them.  Each agent has their own preferences when it comes to receiving queries.  Hope this was somewhat helpful to all of those out there in the query trenches.  Anyone have any other helpful sites to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5528152094754867096?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5528152094754867096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5528152094754867096&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5528152094754867096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5528152094754867096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/putting-your-best-foot-forward.html' title='Putting Your Best Foot Forward'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TONjfESJewI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IEmIqpu1psA/s72-c/Best%2BFoot%2BForward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5144148008173841816</id><published>2010-11-16T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:00:12.496-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yeah, it's another empty shoebox...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TOIbut3l4XI/AAAAAAAAAls/FJ03TbxtqS0/s1600/Empty%2BShoe%2BBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TOIbut3l4XI/AAAAAAAAAls/FJ03TbxtqS0/s200/Empty%2BShoe%2BBox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540020981019828594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I have to go work at my paying job today, so I may or may not be around the blogosphere. Those of you who work full time, write part time, and manage to blog/twitter/facebook consistently amaze me. It's hard for me to keep up with even on the days I'm home. So, kudos to you!

Anyway, I'll leave you with a quick Tuesday Tip before I head off into the executive world... If you don't have something of value to blog/tweet/facebook about, then don't post anything at all. I obviously should have taken my own advice before posting this because I've got nothing!

Have a great day, and I'll be around if at all humanly possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5144148008173841816?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5144148008173841816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5144148008173841816&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5144148008173841816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5144148008173841816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/yeah-its-another-empty-shoebox.html' title='Yeah, it&apos;s another empty shoebox...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TOIbut3l4XI/AAAAAAAAAls/FJ03TbxtqS0/s72-c/Empty%2BShoe%2BBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6874072170653590831</id><published>2010-11-15T08:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:00:01.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Miscellanea'/><title type='text'>So Many To Choose From!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TOC-mws59iI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CXmi-9wFKEk/s1600/Shoe%2BStore.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TOC-mws59iI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CXmi-9wFKEk/s200/Shoe%2BStore.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539637114783266338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
What shoe shopping, car buying, and agenting (yeah, I don't think it's a word either, but you get what I mean, right?) all have in common:

We've been car hunting for my daughter for about six weeks now. We've come across several acceptable vehicles, but none of them screamed, "BUY ME! BUY ME! BUY ME!"

Some looked nice on the outside without a dent or a scratch, but were seriously flawed on the inside with carpet stains or cigarette burns in the seats. They were kind of like a beautiful pair of shoes that are tortuously painful to wear. Or, like a manuscript that catches an agent's attention with a wonderfully written query letter, but disappoints with terrible writing.

Some of the cars we looked at were nice on the outside and immaculate on the inside, but lacked mechanical stability. They were like an eye-catching, comfortable shoe that you would never wear because you have nowhere to wear them to. Or, like a manuscript with an attention grabbing query and a beautiful writing style, but a horrible premise.

Finally, we came across a vehicle that was flawless on the inside and out, and was mechanically sound. It's like a stylish yet comfortable and functional shoe that people would stop to compliment you on. Or, a manuscript that grabs an agent's interest with an awesome query, brilliant writing, and a knock-out premise.

Guess which car we chose? Which kind of manuscript do you think an agent is looking for? Don't even think that they will settle for less than the best. After all, we didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6874072170653590831?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6874072170653590831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6874072170653590831&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6874072170653590831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6874072170653590831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-many-to-choose-from.html' title='So Many To Choose From!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TOC-mws59iI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CXmi-9wFKEk/s72-c/Shoe%2BStore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-7369946130555842881</id><published>2010-11-12T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T08:00:11.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Networking'/><title type='text'>Ah, Shucks...  You Guys Are The Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNzXNqTSq-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/HfUVjXqtDmA/s1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNzXNqTSq-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/HfUVjXqtDmA/s200/feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538538271452343266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
You all made me feel so at home on Facebook and Twitter, I decided to take my shoes off and stay a while. In the spirit of Friday Fluff, I want to give a big heartfelt shout out to all my on-line buddies. I was leery of taking on more social networking, but I broke down and did it. You know what? It's been amazing. And I have all of you to thank for that.

That's all for today, but I hope you have a fabulous weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-7369946130555842881?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/7369946130555842881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=7369946130555842881&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7369946130555842881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7369946130555842881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/ah-shucks-you-guys-are-best.html' title='Ah, Shucks...  You Guys Are The Best!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNzXNqTSq-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/HfUVjXqtDmA/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8354804437603911282</id><published>2010-11-11T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:00:01.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Networking'/><title type='text'>Putting Your Shoes Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNuE5eaXLVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/OvMyJLRyzi0/s1600/Stepping%2BOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNuE5eaXLVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/OvMyJLRyzi0/s200/Stepping%2BOut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538166289733201234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So, I'm on a roll with this whole social networking thing. Yesterday, it was Twitter. Today, it's Facebook. That's right--I have a new Facebook page. You can follow me there and on Twitter by visiting the links on my sidebar. What's with all the new social networking? You might ask. Well, I think it's important.

For today's Thursday's thoughts, I want to dive into this topic. How important do you think social networking is for aspiring authors?

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that I think it's highly important. Maybe not for the reasons you think, though. Here are my reasons to actively participate in social networking sights.

&lt;strong&gt;#1: You meet people of like mind.&lt;/strong&gt; There is nothing more valuable to the aspiring author than others who are in the same boat. My guess is, most of us don't physically interact with other writers. If we do, it's on a limited basis. Why not connect with people just like us on line? It makes sense, doesn't it?

&lt;strong&gt;#2: You learn a lot in the process.&lt;/strong&gt; Whether it's a tweet, a Facebook status, or a blog post, everything you read garners knowledge. Maybe it's about the industry as a whole, a particular agent or publisher, or a specific writing technique, there is valuable information to be gained from others.

&lt;strong&gt;#3: You form a connection with people of importance.&lt;/strong&gt; I know from experience that agents and editors do, in fact, check in on the on-line presence of prospective clients. The aforementioned may not choose to represent you based on the level of your on-line presence, but they do appreciate the fact that you have one. It builds a professional appearance if nothing else.

&lt;strong&gt;#4: You are laying important groundwork.&lt;/strong&gt; Whether you are published or not, the greatest marketing tool you have is your name. It's not one book you are selling; it's you as the author. (This does, however, require that the writing is good, as well.) Anyway, the more people who recognize your name, the more people who will choose one of your books over another on the bookstore shelf because your name is familiar to them. Why not start getting that name out there now?

&lt;strong&gt;#5: You are having fun.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, you read that right. The most important part of social networking is that it's fun. It's like going to a party without having to get all ready. You can wear your pajamas for all anyone cares. No need to pull out the make-up and high heels. After all, no one can see you.

Okay, so there you have it. My thoughts on social networking. Please share yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8354804437603911282?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8354804437603911282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8354804437603911282&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8354804437603911282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8354804437603911282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/putting-your-shoes-out-there.html' title='Putting Your Shoes Out There'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNuE5eaXLVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/OvMyJLRyzi0/s72-c/Stepping%2BOut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3431227094382814998</id><published>2010-11-10T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:00:14.579-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Tweet.  Tweet.  Tweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNoYRaP7bYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/EWJmAAfaMCg/s1600/Twitter%2BFeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 60px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNoYRaP7bYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/EWJmAAfaMCg/s200/Twitter%2BFeet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537765379188419970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So, I finally tackled Twitter. It was one of my goals for 2010. I put it off for almost 11 months, but I'm now an official Twitterer. Now, if I can only figure out how to get a link to my Twitter site on this blog. (Hey, I said I tackled Twitter. I didn't say I conquered it.) For now you can get to my profile page &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SusanRMills"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Please follow me so that I can follow you.

Anyway, for today's Wednesday Website post, instead of sharing a new website with you, I'm hoping you will share your Twitter tips with me. I'm new to this game, and I haven't quite figured the whole thing out yet. Consider me Twitilliterate.

Any advice, tips, secrets, etc. would be greatly appreciated.

Happy Twittering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3431227094382814998?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3431227094382814998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3431227094382814998&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3431227094382814998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3431227094382814998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/tweet-tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet.  Tweet.  Tweet.'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNoYRaP7bYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/EWJmAAfaMCg/s72-c/Twitter%2BFeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6791523234851157339</id><published>2010-11-09T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:00:04.713-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday&apos;s Tip'/><title type='text'>Fast is better, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNjaU-n7oAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/RkppQWHDGbg/s1600/First%2BLap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNjaU-n7oAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/RkppQWHDGbg/s200/First%2BLap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537415795794747394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Or is it? Writing isn't a race in my opinion, but I do understand the whole NaNo concept. Especially now that I "unofficially" joined in.

Most of you know that I recently put an old project to the side and started a new one. With a NaNo mentality, I dove in head first. I outlined for the first time ever, and on November 1st, I started writing like a mad woman. There was just one problem--my pesky little head-case of an editorial mind kept butting in. Every sentence was up for scrutiny. I only managed to write a measly 400 words the first week.

I have to give all of you credit who actually succeed in the NaNo challenge. Writing 50,000 words in 30 days is definitely an accomplishment that I doubt I'll ever achieve in this lifetime. But, you know what? I'm okay with that. It just isn't my style. I prefer the slow and steady form of writing--second guessing every word, editing as I go, etc. In the end, I'm happier with my day's work.

My point is this--write how you want to write. Whatever works for you is the best method no matter what anyone else is doing. If you're comfortable cranking out almost 2,000 words a day and going back to edit later, then do it. If you prefer to write a lot less and edit as you go, then do that. Either way, we all get to "THE END", right?

My humble Tuesday Tip for this week is to write how you are comfortable, not how someone else you know writes. Whether you are the tortoise or the hare, you will make it to the finish line so long as you are determined.

So, what kind of writer are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6791523234851157339?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6791523234851157339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6791523234851157339&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6791523234851157339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6791523234851157339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/fast-is-better-right.html' title='Fast is better, right?'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNjaU-n7oAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/RkppQWHDGbg/s72-c/First%2BLap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8044408675583622911</id><published>2010-11-08T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T08:00:06.015-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Football, Football, Football...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNef3oI8OlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FEdLY4G3CsI/s1600/football+cleat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNef3oI8OlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FEdLY4G3CsI/s200/football+cleat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537070044891855442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
That's all I hear around here. Between the high school game on Friday night and the K-State game on Saturday, not to mention the Chiefs on Sunday... it's all about football. Don't get me wrong--I love football.

I will say this, though, when a team is losing, they like to blame it on bad calls. To me, this is a joke. Yeah, sometimes bad calls make or break a game, but they don't make or break a season. If a team is good enough, they find a way to win more than they lose.

Same goes with writers. Sure, we may have a lot of things going against us, but if we are good enough, we will find a way to win a game or two, hopefully the whole season. A bad call here and there isn't going to make or break us.

So, go out there and play your best. You never know what might happen. And if you don't get what you want, don't blame it on bad calls. Just try a little harder. Maybe next time you'll succeed. Yeah, I know, totally random post. It is Monday, though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8044408675583622911?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8044408675583622911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8044408675583622911&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8044408675583622911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8044408675583622911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/football-football-football.html' title='Football, Football, Football...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNef3oI8OlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FEdLY4G3CsI/s72-c/football+cleat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5265321830402284320</id><published>2010-11-05T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:00:11.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outlining'/><title type='text'>It's that time of year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNNz407XVxI/AAAAAAAAAks/kr8rcwGFFTo/s1600/Ugg+Slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNNz407XVxI/AAAAAAAAAks/kr8rcwGFFTo/s200/Ugg+Slippers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535895787085977362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The temperature is dropping like a deflating balloon, and I want it to stop! But, it's not going to. Instead, I have to pull out my furry slippers. I'm okay with that. Really, I am. It's just that I don't want to hibernate all winter like I usually do. Don't get me wrong; my writing is more productive than ever during this season. But, I abhor the cold. How you people up in Alaska deal with it, I'll never know.

So, in preparation for my winter writing wonderland, I stepped out of my comfort zone. I've prepared an outline for my next project. This is something I've never done before, but after writing the synopsis for my last project, I realized the two are really one in the same. Doing it ahead of time could save a lot of frustration later on. As most of you know, I'm more of a pantster type of writer because I am afraid an outline will stifle my creativity. But, even with an outline, I can go astray if I want to, right? The outline just gives me a path to follow.

If you were around here on Wednesday, you read my post about writing a synopsis. I want to thank all those who shared additional resources on the topic. One stood out to me, though. &lt;a href="http://www.katieganshert.blogspot.com"&gt;Katie Ganshert&lt;/a&gt; has some great advice for writing a synopsis. These same tips might prove helpful in outlining as well. Go check it out.

What about you? Have you ever stepped out of your comfort zone to improve your skills as a writer? Whether you are participating in NaNo, in the midst of another project, or just taking a break, I wish you well. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5265321830402284320?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5265321830402284320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5265321830402284320&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5265321830402284320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5265321830402284320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNNz407XVxI/AAAAAAAAAks/kr8rcwGFFTo/s72-c/Ugg+Slippers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-9091257704891620345</id><published>2010-11-03T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T08:00:10.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Synopsis Writing'/><title type='text'>These Shoes Look Painful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNDcPLGqxWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1fsZVLTkw-Q/s1600/red%2520shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNDcPLGqxWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1fsZVLTkw-Q/s200/red%2520shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535166095275246946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Don't they? Almost as painful as writing a synopsis. 

Most of you know that I spent almost a year rewriting and revising my latest project. What you may not know, is that I spent the last month or so rewriting and revising my synopsis. 

How can two pages be so difficult to produce? I mean, seriously, I've already written a 250 page novel? Why is this so hard? 

I don't have the answer, but I do know that I'm not alone. I thought for this week's Wednesday Websites post, I'd share a handful of sites which I found helpful in the synopsis writing process.



&lt;a href="http://www.writing-world.com/publish/leblanc.shtml"&gt;Writing.com&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://blog.nathanbransford.com/2007/08/how-to-write-synopsis.html"&gt;Literary Agent, Nathan Bransford&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.charlottedillon.com/synopsis.html"&gt;Author, Charlotte Dillon&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-write-synopsis.html"&gt;Author (and fellow blogger), Elana Johnson&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.meredithbond.com/Synopsis.html"&gt;Author, Meredith Bond&lt;/a&gt;


Although, it appears that no one has any concrete answers for compiling the perfect synopsis, these websites offer a place to start. Go check them out, and good luck if you're writing your own synopsis. My sympathies are with you. :)  Only kidding!  Any other websites or other resources you know about?  Please do share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-9091257704891620345?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/9091257704891620345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=9091257704891620345&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9091257704891620345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9091257704891620345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-shoes-look-painful.html' title='These Shoes Look Painful!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TNDcPLGqxWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1fsZVLTkw-Q/s72-c/red%2520shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6967835086711276926</id><published>2010-11-01T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T08:00:12.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News'/><title type='text'>Happy Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TM4_OZA2ypI/AAAAAAAAAkc/81XX4AZsqm0/s1600/clown+shoes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TM4_OZA2ypI/AAAAAAAAAkc/81XX4AZsqm0/s200/clown+shoes.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534430508550113938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Okay, so I'm back from my little blog break. I planned on taking another few days off, but I got the best news from one of crit partners. I couldn't wait to share it with all of you.

You may remember a month or so ago when I mentioned that my crit buddy &lt;a href="http://skateorbate.blogspot.com"&gt;K.M. Walton&lt;/a&gt; signed with an agent. Well guess what, one of her books sold to Simon &amp; Schuster, and it comes out in the Spring of 2012. I'm so excited for her. Go by and congratulate her. She's worked hard for this, and I can't think of anyone more deserving.

Anyway, I'll be around visiting today. I can't wait to catch up with everyone. I'm sure I've missed a ton of amazing news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6967835086711276926?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6967835086711276926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6967835086711276926&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6967835086711276926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6967835086711276926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-shoes.html' title='Happy Shoes!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TM4_OZA2ypI/AAAAAAAAAkc/81XX4AZsqm0/s72-c/clown+shoes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5682639613997725276</id><published>2010-10-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:00:03.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websites'/><title type='text'>I see shoes in your future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLVC7nT0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EEwq6wnaF1E/s1600/horoscope+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLVC7nT0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EEwq6wnaF1E/s200/horoscope+shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527397709598975202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A fortune teller once told me that I'd be surrounded by shoes one day. No, I'm kidding. I've never been to a fortune teller. Well, unless you count the one when I was at my husband's high school reunion. She told me I would have one child and always wish for more. Huh? I already had three. Not very reliable. 

Okay, so I'm not one to believe in fortune telling, but I do get a kick out of horoscopes. They are typically so off mark that I get a good chuckle. So,when my blogger friend &lt;a href="http://tendergraces.blogspot.com"&gt;Kathryn Megendie&lt;/a&gt; pointed me to a writer's horoscope, I couldn't resist checking it out.

I'm so glad I did because I found a website with a wealth of information. It offers all the latest publishing news, as well as writing contests and opportunities, not to mention the horoscope (you know, for entertainment purposes). So, go check out &lt;a href="http://www.writersnewsweekly.com"&gt;Writer's News Weekly&lt;/a&gt;.

On another note, my post from yesterday seems to have been slightly misunderstood. I talked about the importance of taking a break from blogging when needed and mentioned that I would be taking a break soon. Judging from the comments, most of you thought I meant I'd be taking a break now. What I meant was next week. But, now that you all mention it, I think I'll start my break tomorrow. After all, my writer horoscope said something about that. :)

I'll be around visiting today, but after that, I'll be on a little vacation for a week or so. Hope you all have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5682639613997725276?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5682639613997725276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5682639613997725276&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5682639613997725276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5682639613997725276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-see-shoes-in-your-future.html' title='I see shoes in your future...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLVC7nT0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EEwq6wnaF1E/s72-c/horoscope+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-874822397733732568</id><published>2010-10-12T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:00:06.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taking A Break'/><title type='text'>I Love Hanging Up My Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLPuIt7QvMI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wucTMfVgVpY/s1600/Unplug+Week+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLPuIt7QvMI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wucTMfVgVpY/s200/Unplug+Week+Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527023001248251074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
If you've been around here long enough, you know that from time to time I take breaks from blogging. I refer to these breaks as "Hanging Up My Shoes" time. Over the past few months, I've noticed an increase in people taking breaks from blogging. At first, I thought it was because of summer, but now that summer has come and gone, I realize that there is more to it than that. I think that the majority of the people I follow have been blogging for a while and they're burned out on the whole thing.

I totally understand this feeling. I've been there more times than I count. That's why I take frequent breaks. There's nothing wrong with stepping back from the social networking chaos and focusing on other areas of importance. I plan on taking another break soon. 

So, my Tuesday Tip this week is to take a break from blogging (or any other social networking) when you need it. Otherwise, you might end up letting it go completely. What about you? Do you ever take breaks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-874822397733732568?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/874822397733732568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=874822397733732568&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/874822397733732568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/874822397733732568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-hanging-up-my-shoes.html' title='I Love Hanging Up My Shoes!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLPuIt7QvMI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wucTMfVgVpY/s72-c/Unplug+Week+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-7639654795136749148</id><published>2010-10-11T08:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T08:00:04.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Research'/><title type='text'>High School Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLJ9q-EA_yI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZYmJFV5ggYk/s1600/football+cleat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLJ9q-EA_yI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZYmJFV5ggYk/s200/football+cleat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526617869904838434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It doesn't get much better than that, does it? Okay, at least around here it doesn't. I've got two in high school and one in middle school. That's what they do on Friday nights--go to the game.

I joined them this past Friday. (Well, I didn't exactly join them because they would never allow that, but I did go. I just sat really far away from them, and they pretended not to know me.) I went to watch my daughter perform with the dance team, but I also figured it would be a great research opportunity. You know, watching teens in their own element and all. Some of you will remember a similar post from last fall about the same topic. Last time, though, I went to get a feel for the atmosphere, for descriptive purposes. This time, it was all about the people.

You want to know what I discovered? Teens aren't much different than when I was one of them. They, of course, didn't know anyone was watching them, but I was soooooo watching.  Great fodder.  Great fodder.  That's all I have to say. 

Anyway, that's beside the point. What I'm trying to get at is the topic of research and how important it is. This past week I read a post (please forgive me because I don't remember whose it was) about watching T.V. for research. I do that on an almost daily basis. For example, I watched hours of &lt;em&gt;Wizards of Waverly Place&lt;/em&gt; today. Yeah, sad, I know. Some days, I find myself parked on the couch watching &lt;em&gt;Degrassi&lt;/em&gt; while my kids are at school. And don't forget about &lt;em&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/em&gt;. So much great research material out there. 

Besides T.V., there's also Google Earth. This is one of my favorite research tools. I've heard it said that you should write what you know, but really, I can pretty much know any place like the back of my hand if I take a stroll down Main Street with Google Earth. I've been known to spend hours doing just that.

So, call it guilty pleasure if you must, but I prefer to call it &lt;em&gt;Research&lt;/em&gt;. What about you? What fun methods of research do you practice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-7639654795136749148?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/7639654795136749148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=7639654795136749148&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7639654795136749148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7639654795136749148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/high-school-football.html' title='High School Football'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TLJ9q-EA_yI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZYmJFV5ggYk/s72-c/football+cleat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4069829039896443554</id><published>2010-10-08T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:00:13.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Critique'/><title type='text'>Don't Kick The Messenger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK6pi5OkBJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/h0Te1rUnK_E/s1600/Kicking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK6pi5OkBJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/h0Te1rUnK_E/s200/Kicking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525540209772725394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
In fact, you should be thanking him (or her).  In honor of Friday's Fluff, I'd like to give a big shout out to critique partners everywhere.  It isn't easy being honest, especially if it's negative, but that's what it takes.  Wouldn't you rather hear the truth than a fluffy bundle of lies?  I know I would!

I've had several crit partners over the last year, and I am so thankful for each and every one of them.  They pointed out my dreaded faults with a kind honesty that I will appreciate forever.  Don't get me wrong; there were times I felt like kicking them because they just didn't get it, but in the end, their feedback made me think.  I'm a better writer because of them (you know who you are).

So, instead of kicking your crit buddies, take a moment to thank them.  They deserve a little Friday Fluff!  Where would you be without them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4069829039896443554?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4069829039896443554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4069829039896443554&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4069829039896443554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4069829039896443554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-kick-messenger.html' title='Don&apos;t Kick The Messenger!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK6pi5OkBJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/h0Te1rUnK_E/s72-c/Kicking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8249727184180784011</id><published>2010-10-07T08:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:00:14.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK1LF543aPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7p3TSz_2piU/s1600/converse+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK1LF543aPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7p3TSz_2piU/s200/converse+logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525154882664229106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A lot, I suppose! Everyone knows Converse, right? Writers struggle with this every day. Do they go by their given name, or do they invent a pen name? For each of us, different factors play into that decision. Maybe we are writing something that we don't want our families to know we wrote, perhaps a memoir or erotic romance. Or, maybe, we are writing in a different genre than we usually do. Or, in my case, our given name is so boring that we are afraid no one will buy our books.  Seriously, how lame is "Susan Mills"?  See what I mean?  Okay, I'm still not changing my name, but I'm thinking about it...

Whatever the reason, pen names are an issue that every author needs to think about. I recently received an email from Enna Scott. I have no idea the true identity of this person, but she (or could be he) asked fellow bloggers to spread the word about a new blog, under a new name.  Go visit &lt;a href="http://ennascott.blogspot.com"&gt;Enna Scott&lt;/a&gt; and support a fellow author in his/her decision to use a pen name. Maybe you can help me figure out who it is while you're there.
 
Anyway, these are my Thursday Thoughts. What do you think about pen names? Have you considered using one? Or are you so excited to see your name on the spine of a book that you wouldn't even think of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8249727184180784011?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8249727184180784011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8249727184180784011&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8249727184180784011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8249727184180784011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TK1LF543aPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7p3TSz_2piU/s72-c/converse+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4619005996209840739</id><published>2010-10-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T08:00:15.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>New Dangers For Writers Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKwD7pFq-fI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VF6wUJRG0w0/s1600/Watch+Your+Step.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKwD7pFq-fI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VF6wUJRG0w0/s200/Watch+Your+Step.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524795166053562866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Today is Wednesday's Websites day here, and boy, do I have an important one for you. Writing... normally considered a safe profession, right? Well, according to CBS, we are all in danger! Check it out &lt;a href="http://newyork.cbslocal.com/2010/10/04/toasted-leg-syndrome-warning-for-laptop-users-of/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. 

Yeah, apparently, writing is just as dangerous as fighting fires. So, next time you put that laptop on your lap (isn't that where it's supposed to go?), think again. You might be putting yourself in some serious danger of Toasted Skin Syndrome.

First, it was microwave popcorn that was bad for you (this made me sad). Now, laptops are bad for you? Seriously, what will be next? What will be left for us writers? 

Okay, I'll survive without the popcorn, and I can put a pillow between my legs and the laptop. I'll quit writing, though, if they tell me coffee is bad for me. Oh, wait... they already have, and I'm still alive. 

Any funny warnings you've heard of lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4619005996209840739?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4619005996209840739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4619005996209840739&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4619005996209840739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4619005996209840739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-dangers-for-writers-everywhere.html' title='New Dangers For Writers Everywhere!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKwD7pFq-fI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VF6wUJRG0w0/s72-c/Watch+Your+Step.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1304852358389073013</id><published>2010-10-05T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:00:08.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKqnQh_jJxI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JJ6_ZQHbR0Q/s1600/Foot+In+Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKqnQh_jJxI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JJ6_ZQHbR0Q/s200/Foot+In+Door.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524411795367995154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
But please leave a comment. Otherwise, I might not be able to return the favor. Over the last couple of weeks, I've noticed a few more followers in my sidebar. Most of you have a link connected to your picture, and a good number of you who don't left a comment, so I've been able to come check out your place. Some, however, don't have a link, and haven't left a comment. This leaves me without a way to come visit you.

So, my Tuesday's Tip is this: when you follow a new blog, leave a comment. That way the person you follow can reciprocate. Blogger can be touchy, and sometimes, just following won't do the trick. I have a lot of other bloggerly tips, but I'll save them for later. I wouldn't want to overload you with my sometimes useless opinions, now would I?

At any rate, I welcome all of my new visitors, and I can't wait to get to know you! Anyone else out there struggling with this issue? Followers are spectacular, but don't you want to be able to follow back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1304852358389073013?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1304852358389073013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1304852358389073013&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1304852358389073013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1304852358389073013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/come-on-in.html' title='Come On In!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKqnQh_jJxI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JJ6_ZQHbR0Q/s72-c/Foot+In+Door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3484554435350249255</id><published>2010-10-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:00:00.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKk-Ua4uHoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Qo8egOaU_7Y/s1600/Treadmill+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKk-Ua4uHoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Qo8egOaU_7Y/s200/Treadmill+Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524014938482155138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It's so good for you. I've been struggling lately, though. Life just doesn't seem to want to cooperate with me on this. Okay, in all honesty, I'm making the choice to do other things rather than exercise. Not good. Not good at all.

Same thing seems to be happening with writing. No matter how many times I promise myself that I'm going to write a certain amount every day, I still fail to follow through. I even had a little motivation last week with &lt;a href="http://pattinielson.blogspot.com"&gt;Patti Nielson's experiment&lt;/a&gt;. Didn't help. I made bad choices. I had plenty of time to write. In fact, I could have written for eight hours a day if I wanted to, but I didn't. It made me stop and think. Why am I not writing more?

Then it occurred to me. I needed a break. I feel refreshed now, and I'm ready to start a new week, hopefully filled with exercise and writing (two of my all time favorite things).

Ever been there? I'm guessing you have, but please do share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3484554435350249255?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3484554435350249255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3484554435350249255&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3484554435350249255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3484554435350249255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/daily-exercise.html' title='Daily Exercise'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKk-Ua4uHoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Qo8egOaU_7Y/s72-c/Treadmill+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2228723529441416571</id><published>2010-10-01T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:00:11.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Fluff'/><title type='text'>My Comfort Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKVhSLOpw6I/AAAAAAAAAjM/_ukdGtNLV2g/s1600/Ugg+Slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKVhSLOpw6I/AAAAAAAAAjM/_ukdGtNLV2g/s200/Ugg+Slippers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522927482919568290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
After watching the weather forecast last night, I decided it was time to get out my favorite slippers. Am I a fan of cold weather? No, but I do love my slippers. I can't wait to wear them again. Almost as much as I can't wait to send my first page to Angela Ackerman for her feedback. Yes, you heard me right. I was one of the winners in her contest. It was like getting a brand new pair of Ugg slippers. (Okay, between me and you, I was hoping for the three month mentorship, so it was more like getting an off-brand of slippers, but still.)

In the spirit of Friday Fluff, I wanted to give a big shout out to &lt;a href="http://thebookshelfmuse.blogspot.com"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; for her generosity in prizes for this contest. I'd also like to congratulate all the other winners. 

So, whose feathers would you like to fluff today? You owe anyone a thanks? Remember, we're all in this together. That's the beauty of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2228723529441416571?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2228723529441416571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2228723529441416571&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2228723529441416571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2228723529441416571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-comfort-shoes.html' title='My Comfort Shoes'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKVhSLOpw6I/AAAAAAAAAjM/_ukdGtNLV2g/s72-c/Ugg+Slippers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-9140545907510301273</id><published>2010-09-30T07:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:10:47.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rules'/><title type='text'>No Shoes Allowed?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKSL4doXvzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qaSJ5y3OmSY/s1600/No+Shoes+Allowed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKSL4doXvzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qaSJ5y3OmSY/s200/No+Shoes+Allowed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522692845205962546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
What's up with that? I don't think I like that rule. I'm sure they'd make an exception for me, right? One of the most frustrating things to me about the writing process is trying to follow all of the many rules. Some come naturally, but others require a lot of thought on my part.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I taught two of my kids to drive over the summer. My sixteen-year-old got her license a month or so ago. I rode with her the other day, and despite the fact that her skills have improved, she still has one habitual problem: she's a fanatic when it comes to rules. Don't get me wrong; following the rules of the road is very important. But, what if following the rule is actually for the worse. For example, my daughter thinks she has to drive the speed limit no matter what. Sometimes, the car in front of her is going way slower, and still she tries to maintain the posted speed limit. In this case, isn't it better to break the rule and drive slower?

Okay, so point is this: the rules of writing are very important, but sometimes, breaking them might be for the best. In other words, know the rules, but also know when and why to break them.

Those are my Thursday Thoughts. What do you think? Should the rules of writing ever be broken? What's your favorite rule to break?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-9140545907510301273?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/9140545907510301273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=9140545907510301273&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9140545907510301273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9140545907510301273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-shoes-allowed.html' title='No Shoes Allowed?????'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKSL4doXvzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qaSJ5y3OmSY/s72-c/No+Shoes+Allowed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6528219128746892780</id><published>2010-09-29T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:00:08.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information Overload'/><title type='text'>Way Too Many Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKJd6b9wHII/AAAAAAAAAi8/CHHD4BYjDIw/s1600/Too+Many+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKJd6b9wHII/AAAAAAAAAi8/CHHD4BYjDIw/s200/Too+Many+Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522079351630208130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And are all of them usable? Today is Wednesday, and according to my new blog schedule, it's time for me to post about a helpful website I've come across recently. Well, Monday, when I was out blogging around, I read a post that stopped me in my tracks. It was all about how we suffer from information overload, which can cause us to lose our creativity.

Jennifer Shirk shared here recent experience with trying to write while processing all the different things she'd read on the Internet. I have felt the exact same way, and instead of me trying to explain it, go read it &lt;a href="http://jennifershirk.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-there-too-much-information-out-there.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.

What about you? Have you read so many conflicting opinions that you second guess your writing constantly? So much so that you're stalled? It really isn't a good place to be. I agree with Jennifer's take on the matter: TRUST YOUR GUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6528219128746892780?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6528219128746892780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6528219128746892780&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6528219128746892780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6528219128746892780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/way-too-many-shoes.html' title='Way Too Many Shoes!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKJd6b9wHII/AAAAAAAAAi8/CHHD4BYjDIw/s72-c/Too+Many+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1699819235290508700</id><published>2010-09-28T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:36:35.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><title type='text'>Under The Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKFwwcKsqeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mISTcDLL424/s1600/Hide+%27n%27+Seek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKFwwcKsqeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mISTcDLL424/s200/Hide+%27n%27+Seek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521818595630033378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
That's where every manuscript belongs, at least for a while. My Tuesday Tip for today is this: when you finish a manuscript, stick it under the bed, in the closet, in the attic, or in the basement. Wherever you choose (even if it's in the dark corners of your hard drive), stick it somewhere. It needs to sit for a bit. Until you allow it to do that, you won't be able to see its faults or its strengths.

When you come back to it, it will be like seeing that relative you haven't seen in a really long time. He's aged, or she's lost weight, or he's grown, etc. Time and distance make you notice these things.

So, while your manuscript is sitting, move on to a new project. Be sure you write every day. How else will you get better?

If you need motivation to write every day, go visit my blog friend, &lt;a href="http://pattinielson.blogspot.com"&gt;Patti Nielson&lt;/a&gt;. She's encouraging you to keep track of how much time you spend actually writing every day. I have to admit, I'm not off to a very good start. Yesterday, I spent nill, nada, the big fat zero, absolutely no time writing. How sad is that? Very sad, if you ask me. Today will be better, though!

Okay, do you have any old manuscripts hiding under your bed? If so, have you taken a look at them lately? If so, I bet they look a little different than they did before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1699819235290508700?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1699819235290508700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1699819235290508700&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1699819235290508700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1699819235290508700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/under-bed.html' title='Under The Bed'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKFwwcKsqeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mISTcDLL424/s72-c/Hide+%27n%27+Seek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-7950836527337601036</id><published>2010-09-27T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:00:06.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Kid's Shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKAXOYLq1qI/AAAAAAAAAis/OiVopZby_Og/s1600/kid+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 83px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKAXOYLq1qI/AAAAAAAAAis/OiVopZby_Og/s200/kid+shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521438678933231266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ah, the innocence of children. Yet, they are so wise in their own way. Because of the almost perfect weather yesterday, all the neighbors were out in the street. A couple of the little children caught my attention as they raced each other from driveway to driveway on their bikes. One of the little boys won every single time, and I could see the frustration on the other boy's face. He kept pedaling faster, but to no avail. 

Finally, the slow boy stopped the fast boy and asked, "Dude, how do you go so fast?"

"I dunno. I just do," the fast boy answered. "Can't really explain it."

The slow boy thought long and hard and then pulled his bike in front of the fast boy. "Hey, how about this time, the slowest person wins?"

"Okay," the fast boy said. "Last one across the street wins."

They both took off at a snail's pace, but the fast boy apparently couldn't stand it and eventually went flying. Fast boy lost, and slow boy finally won. Slow boy knew what it took to win and had the patience to do it. Fast boy didn't. Funny how redefining the goal can make a difference, huh?

We all want to get published, and we want it now, right? But what's the harm in getting there slowly? It might even be better. The longer we spend on our craft, the better we will write, and the better our novels will be. So take your time, know what it takes, get there slowly, and you just might win the race.

How's that for a little Monday Miscellanea?  Anything random you'd like to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-7950836527337601036?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/7950836527337601036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=7950836527337601036&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7950836527337601036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7950836527337601036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/kids-shoes.html' title='Kid&apos;s Shoes...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TKAXOYLq1qI/AAAAAAAAAis/OiVopZby_Og/s72-c/kid+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-9062477149642240481</id><published>2010-09-24T08:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:02:58.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Development'/><title type='text'>These are the Shoes of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJwfAyBIxlI/AAAAAAAAAiU/w_X0UF8q4VY/s1600/ArmyBoots_squareimg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJwfAyBIxlI/AAAAAAAAAiU/w_X0UF8q4VY/s200/ArmyBoots_squareimg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520321341536388690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heroes. Is your protagonist a hero? Or is he/she an ordinary person like me and you? Either way, you need to make him or her stand out and grab the reader's attention. How do you do that? Well, right off the bat, give the reader a reason to care about the character. If your protagonist is a hero, make sure he/she has some faults that the reader can relate to. If your protagonist is ordinary, make sure he/she has some strengths that the reader aspires to have. 



&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJwfIg-nCOI/AAAAAAAAAic/thfGgFDHOOw/s1600/Down+Right+Disgusting!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJwfIg-nCOI/AAAAAAAAAic/thfGgFDHOOw/s200/Down+Right+Disgusting!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520321474401339618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Villains. Creepy, huh? Is your antagonist a villain? If so, is he creepy enough?  Try giving him or her some decent human qualities that the reader can sympathize with. Then, when your antagonist is bad, he or she will be that much scarier.  






&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJwfzkUEJaI/AAAAAAAAAik/EkY2pIygN6g/s1600/Secondary+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJwfzkUEJaI/AAAAAAAAAik/EkY2pIygN6g/s200/Secondary+Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520322214031009186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secondary characters. Do they matter? Well, they better! Why else would you include them? You can make these secondary characters stand out by showing how they affect your main character. This is what makes them important to the story.





Okay, so, these are my Thursday Thoughts (yeah, I know it's Friday) on Writing Compelling Characters. Now, I'm off to read all the other posts on this topic. If you want to join me, you can click &lt;a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-do-i-blog-about.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  We are all sure to learn something.

Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-9062477149642240481?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/9062477149642240481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=9062477149642240481&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9062477149642240481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/9062477149642240481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-are-shoes-of.html' title='These are the Shoes of...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJwfAyBIxlI/AAAAAAAAAiU/w_X0UF8q4VY/s72-c/ArmyBoots_squareimg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2640830560189507013</id><published>2010-09-23T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:00:00.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>An Empty Shoe Box...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJrjUS58EWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NlzHD6_VqHk/s1600/Empty+Shoe+Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJrjUS58EWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NlzHD6_VqHk/s200/Empty+Shoe+Box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519974231107703138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Imagine the possibilities! You can envision whatever shoe you want. It's kind of like a blank piece of paper, or in these times, a blank word document on the computer screen. Either way, it's like a fresh new start... a fresh new story... a fresh new cast of characters.

Yes, today is supposed to be Thursday's Thoughts, but because I'm participating in the whole &lt;a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-do-i-blog-about.html"&gt;Great Blogging Experiment about Writing Compelling Characters&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow, I thought I'd flip flop the days. So, pretend it's Friday today and Thursday tomorrow. (Did that even make any sense?) I warned you this could happen from time to time.

So, today, instead of offering my thoughts on a topic, I'm fluffing feathers by encouraging you to take a moment to appreciate all the possibilities that your writing has to offer. Your shoe box may seem empty, but just think of what you can fill it with?

What are you filling your shoe box with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2640830560189507013?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2640830560189507013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2640830560189507013&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2640830560189507013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2640830560189507013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/empty-shoe-box.html' title='An Empty Shoe Box...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJrjUS58EWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NlzHD6_VqHk/s72-c/Empty+Shoe+Box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-1297667687701366904</id><published>2010-09-22T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:00:09.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helpful Links'/><title type='text'>Getting from here to there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJmEZVjvfVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ZlMayYvPgKk/s1600/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJmEZVjvfVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ZlMayYvPgKk/s200/footprints.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519588389137907026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Do we need to know every detail in between? No, of course not! It's been drilled into our writer heads how bad telling is, but is it always such a bad thing? I think not. And, instead of me trying to explain it, I thought I'd point you in the direction of a great post that does just that. 

My blogger friend, Laura Pauling, outlined the difference between "bad" telling and "good" telling in her post &lt;a href="http://laurapauling.com/?p=864"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I couldn't have summed it up better, so please go check it out. It might make a difference in how you "tell" your story.  Even better, she's going to be talking about backstory today.      

Also, guess what... my friend Erica is having a 200 followers drawing over at her place &lt;a href="http://ersworkinprogress.blogspot.com/2010/09/laughwriteplaywin-vlog-200-followers.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Go pay her a visit! 

Okay, those are my Wednesday's websites. Any good ones you'd like to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-1297667687701366904?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/1297667687701366904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=1297667687701366904&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1297667687701366904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/1297667687701366904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-from-here-to-there.html' title='Getting from here to there...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJmEZVjvfVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ZlMayYvPgKk/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2552173076881358015</id><published>2010-09-21T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:00:12.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back Story'/><title type='text'>Uh-Oh!  There's a Problem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJgrsZC4WGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/MS0r7V6l1ys/s1600/This+is+a+problem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJgrsZC4WGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/MS0r7V6l1ys/s200/This+is+a+problem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519209384979748962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
How did this woman's heel break? I don't know. Do I care? Well, I might later, but I don't right now. I'm more concerned with where she's going and how she's going to fix it before she gets there. The rest would be unwanted back story at this point.

I'm reading a popular novel right now (I won't mention the name or author) in which the entire first chapter is back story. I'm sorry, but I got bored and almost tossed the book to the side. I persevered, and as it turns out, it's a great book. Had it been written by an unknown, would I have kept reading? I doubt it. 

My tip for this Tuesday is to eliminate all back story from the first half of your manuscript. If you can't do that, at least eliminate it from the first third. I personally was hesitant about this with my own manuscript, but I finally did it, and guess what... it reads so much better. Some of what I thought was important information turned out to be not so crucial for the reader, and the stuff that was, well, my readers could have figured it out without me telling them.  It's one of those pesky little rules, but I get the point.  And, unless you are already published, don't risk it.

So, read any books with too much back story lately? Written any? Go back and check. You'll be glad you did.  Where do you suppose that woman was off to anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2552173076881358015?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2552173076881358015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2552173076881358015&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2552173076881358015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2552173076881358015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/uh-oh-theres-problem.html' title='Uh-Oh!  There&apos;s a Problem!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJgrsZC4WGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/MS0r7V6l1ys/s72-c/This+is+a+problem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-8500290061443700803</id><published>2010-09-20T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:00:09.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawings'/><title type='text'>It's Like Christmas Around Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJbYJtAmKwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/760vLev69Uo/s1600/Christmas+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJbYJtAmKwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/760vLev69Uo/s200/Christmas+Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518836054601640706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I mean, really, with the awesome drawing over at &lt;a href="http://thebookshelfmuse.blogspot.com"&gt;The Bookshelf Muse&lt;/a&gt;. Angela Ackerman is offering three months worth of mentoring. What could be cooler than that?

You can go enter if you want, but it might be a waste of time. Don't get your hopes up or anything, cause I'm going to win, you know?

Also, in case you haven't heard, my blogger friend, &lt;a href="http://lesserkey.blogspot.com"&gt;Tere Kirkland&lt;/a&gt; signed with an agent. That's the third one this month! See, I told you it was like Christmas around here.

Okay, that's it for Monday's Miscellanea. Anything you'd like to share? Have a great Monday, and tune in tomorrow for Tuesday's Tip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-8500290061443700803?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/8500290061443700803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=8500290061443700803&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8500290061443700803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/8500290061443700803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-like-christmas-around-here.html' title='It&apos;s Like Christmas Around Here!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJbYJtAmKwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/760vLev69Uo/s72-c/Christmas+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3542917539701315102</id><published>2010-09-17T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:00:08.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Fluff'/><title type='text'>It's time for a little fluffy inspiration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJL38A9Bp6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/0ZWiQ82l3ww/s1600/too+soft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJL38A9Bp6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/0ZWiQ82l3ww/s200/too+soft.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517745103902451618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Okay, so I was out with my friends from high school last night, and I realized something.  We are all at different stages of life.  Our night out ended early because of several reasons.  One friend had to get home to make sure her seventeen-year-old wasn't up to no good.  My other friend had to get home to put her eight-year-old in bed, and I had to get home to help my twelve-year-old study for a test.  You see, we are all in different stages of life, yet we all have a common goal:  to raise our kids to be the best people they possibly can be.

Same holds true with my writing journey.  I've made a lot of friends, some will be published soon, some have signed with agents, and some are just starting out.  No matter where we are, we all have a common goal:  get our work in the hands of readers.  

My friend with the eight-year-old commented at dinner that she couldn't wait until her kids were older because they were such a pain in the you-know-what, and I have to admit, I got a little teary-eyed.  Sometimes, I wish my kids were still little.  I'd love to go back and relive that part of my journey.  Other times, though, I'm happy to say that I've been there, done that, and I survived.

I don't want to look back on my writing journey and view the hard times as a bad thing.  I want to look back at every stage as a blessing, as a necessary part of growing stronger.  I want to look back and get teary-eyed because that part of my journey is over, but know that I've been there, done that, and survived.

So, my point (and you know I always have one) is this:  embrace where you are now and soak up everything.  You can never go back to this stage of your writing journey.  If you don't pay attention, you just might miss something.  

Okay, now, go and fluff your own feathers, no matter where you are, because, no doubt, it's a good place to be.  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3542917539701315102?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3542917539701315102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3542917539701315102&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3542917539701315102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3542917539701315102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-time-for-little-fluffy-inspiration.html' title='It&apos;s time for a little fluffy inspiration!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJL38A9Bp6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/0ZWiQ82l3ww/s72-c/too+soft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-5042611062291563796</id><published>2010-09-16T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:00:06.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thoughts'/><title type='text'>These Shoes Just Don't Seem Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJGD9siIs6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/st5yafxk1mA/s1600/Toeless+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJGD9siIs6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/st5yafxk1mA/s200/Toeless+shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517336114455163810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Of course, the person wearing them doesn't seem to notice that they have no toe. I think we writers sometimes fall into the same lack of awareness when it comes to our own work. On Tuesday, I posted about how the hardest lesson I've learned in my journey to publication was that you shouldn't query too soon. So many of you commented something like this: "Yeah, but how do you really know when your work is ready?"

Well, I can't answer that, but I can tell you when it isn't ready. Below, you will find my list of the top three reasons not to query yet. (I had it up to 10, but that would have made for a really long post, and you all know how I feel about those.)

Anyway, here is how you know you aren't ready to query:

#3: It's the first thing you've ever written or even attempted to write, and the version you are about to query is almost identical to your first draft. Don't get me wrong; first novels can be successful, but not first drafts. I could be wrong here, but I doubt that even Stephen King himself submits a first draft for publication. REVISE. REVISE. REVISE.

#2: You've never taken a writing course, read a book on the craft, or followed any agent/publisher blogs. A lot is to be said for knowledge. Not even the best athlete goes into a game without training. Practice the craft, learn the business, and then do it all again several times.

#1: Your mom, husband, sister, daughter, dog, whatever, thinks your manuscript is the best thing ever written, but no one else has ever laid eyes on it. These people are great, but they are biased and some might even be afraid to be honest with you. Unless you've had a professional editor and/or awesome crit partners read your work, don't query!

Okay, so these are my Thursday's Thoughts. I'd love to hear what you think. Do you know when your work is ready? If so, please share. If not, then please tell us how you know when it's not ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-5042611062291563796?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/5042611062291563796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=5042611062291563796&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5042611062291563796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/5042611062291563796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-shoes-just-dont-seem-ready.html' title='These Shoes Just Don&apos;t Seem Ready'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJGD9siIs6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/st5yafxk1mA/s72-c/Toeless+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-2081355810015104674</id><published>2010-09-15T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:58:33.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helpful Links'/><title type='text'>That's a lot of shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJA82pi-6lI/AAAAAAAAAhU/A1CjswIM3O8/s1600/Shoe+Store.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJA82pi-6lI/AAAAAAAAAhU/A1CjswIM3O8/s200/Shoe+Store.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516976453092043346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Why try to pick the cutest when someone else already has? Today is my first Wednesday's Website post, and I had a few ideas for ones I'd like to share with you. But, you see, one kept coming to mind because she does such a great job of sharing super helpful links every week. I could never top that.

So, without further ado, please go visit Stina Lindenblatt &lt;a href="http://www.stinalindenblatt.com/2010/09/cool-links-friday_10.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And be sure to stop by there every Friday for more helpful links. Her photography tips on other days are pretty cool too.

On a secondary topic, my post yesterday seemed to create a lot of buzz. Maybe I should have saved it for Thursday's Thoughts, but never fear, I'll abandon my original subject for tomorrow and address some of your questions instead. I'm no expert, but I'll be sure to tell you my opinion and hope that you will all weigh in as well.

What about you? Any good websites to share this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-2081355810015104674?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/2081355810015104674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=2081355810015104674&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2081355810015104674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/2081355810015104674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-lot-of-shoes.html' title='That&apos;s a lot of shoes!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TJA82pi-6lI/AAAAAAAAAhU/A1CjswIM3O8/s72-c/Shoe+Store.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-7503716416775660948</id><published>2010-09-14T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:00:04.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Querying'/><title type='text'>There's a Place for Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TI8ISe1jH8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/26jatyWKMUo/s1600/Trash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TI8ISe1jH8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/26jatyWKMUo/s200/Trash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516637182160478146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And it isn't with an agent or publisher.  So many of you probably already know this, and I wish I had figured it out before I made the mistake, but I didn't.  I queried trash.  Yes, trash.

My mom recently returned to me the first draft of my last project.  I sat down on the floor of my study and giggled as I read.  It was truly awful.  This is the same awful I queried eighteen months ago.  Seriously, what was I thinking??????

This is my first installment of Tuesday's Tips, and I figured why not start with the hardest and biggest lesson I've learned during my journey.  I'm sure you've heard it said before, but it warrants repeating.  DO NOT QUERY TOO SOON!

It's really no surprise that I never found an agent after querying what I did.  It stank!  And by stank, I mean that it had no business ever being published.  It was partly because of my writing, which was underdeveloped and mediocre at best, and partly because I didn't have a clue what I was doing.

My Tuesday's Tip this week is to make sure you are 100% ready to query before you contact any agent or publisher.  It would be better to wait years for a chance at publication than to blow your chances by submitting to soon.

So, as cliche as it might seem, it's still the most important thing I've learned during my walk in the publishing industry.  Throw the trash away to make room for the brilliance.

So, have any of you ever queried your work before it was ready?  If so, wouldn't you say that it's one of the biggest mistakes you made on the road to publication?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-7503716416775660948?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/7503716416775660948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=7503716416775660948&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7503716416775660948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/7503716416775660948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-place-for-trash.html' title='There&apos;s a Place for Trash'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TI8ISe1jH8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/26jatyWKMUo/s72-c/Trash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4253207240196421495</id><published>2010-09-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:00:00.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is an interesting shoe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TI2tbzeHHLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/DUQ4-m-lKS0/s1600/Porcupine+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TI2tbzeHHLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/DUQ4-m-lKS0/s200/Porcupine+shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516255811783302322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Where in the heck did the designer come up with the idea? Acid trip? Sleep deprived stupor? What was he thinking? No, I'm only kidding. (Well, sort of...) Anyway, the idea, good or bad, came from somewhere, right?

On Friday, my fellow blogger Sherrie blogged about the topic of where writers get their ideas. You can read the post &lt;a href="http://solvangsherrie.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-ideas-come-from.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I commented about how my good friend gave me my latest idea. I had encouraged said friend to write about it herself, but she claimed that she couldn't even write a grocery list, let alone an entire novel. So, I decided I'd take the topic on.

Well, I ran into all kinds of problems. The topic itself was not necessarily unique, but the situation was. This made it worth pursuing, but I couldn't quite come up with a believable motivation for the main character. That is until I witnessed some bizarre behavior from my neighbors across the street.

I won't go into any details, but let's just say that the behavior was the perfect motivation for my character to end up in the story line my friend envisioned.

So, what is my point? Well, it's this: our ideas may be born in one light, but could come to fruition in another. We have to get out there and witness what goes on in the world around us before we can write about it. It's so easy for us writers to get wrapped up in our stories and forget that there are all kinds of things going on outside of our manuscripts. Taking a break and living life is just as important as honing our craft. Oh, and a little discreet people watching doesn't hurt either. Okay, okay, call it spying if you must, but still...

Thanks for joining me for the first ever Monday's Miscellanea post. So, what do you think? Do you people watch? Do you soak up every detail of the world around you? How important do you think that is to writing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4253207240196421495?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4253207240196421495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4253207240196421495&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4253207240196421495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4253207240196421495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-this-is-interesting-shoe.html' title='Now this is an interesting shoe!'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TI2tbzeHHLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/DUQ4-m-lKS0/s72-c/Porcupine+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-83948549415209311</id><published>2010-09-10T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T08:00:00.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>There's A Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TIm0aOY1cHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ELUvPtQ79sc/s1600/Clock+Shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 81px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TIm0aOY1cHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ELUvPtQ79sc/s200/Clock+Shoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515137581323743346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know this is a picture repeat, but that's me trying to maximize time and minimize stress. So, back to the title of this post--There's A Time For Everything. You know what time it is for me? Well, it's time to get organized. My writing time is sporadic, my workspace is a disaster, and my blogging is, at best, occasional. This isn't like me. I'm normally more on top of things.

That being said, my goal this weekend is to get organized in all aspects. I plan on blocking out writing time, doing a complete overhaul of my workspace, and initiate a new blogging schedule. I'm thinking of a wordplay thing like this:

Monday's Miscellanea--a day when you never know what you're going to hear from me, but it certainly will be interesting (I hope).
 
Tuesday's Tips--a day when I will share with you something I've learned on my journey thus far.

Wednesday's Websites--a day when I will share an interesting/helpful website or blog I've come across recently.

Thursday's Thoughts--a friendly day of debate where I will share my thoughts on a timely topic and ask for your feedback.

Friday's Fluffs--a day of fluffy inspiration.  (We all need that, don't we?)

I thought I'd give this a try as I attempt to get back into a regular blogging routine. Please keep in mind that this is all subject to change, but for now, this is my plan.

So, what do you think? I'd love your feedback (good or bad).

On another note, my aunt passed away Wednesday after a long battle with Alzheimer's. All of us who loved her are both saddened and thankful that she is now in a better place. Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers as we lay this wonderful women to rest.  We will do so with a mixture of tears and smiles.

And, now, on a happier note, have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-83948549415209311?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/83948549415209311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=83948549415209311&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/83948549415209311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/83948549415209311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s A Time For Everything'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TIm0aOY1cHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ELUvPtQ79sc/s72-c/Clock+Shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6343485375852316008</id><published>2010-09-08T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:00:01.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><title type='text'>My Husband's Work Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TIZ_YCe8dtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jX9pkqALkVs/s1600/work+boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TIZ_YCe8dtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jX9pkqALkVs/s200/work+boot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514234844722001618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Well, this isn't really his boot because I can't find my camera, but he wears something similar while he works fifteen hour days on the farm to support our family.  Sure, his are muddier than this one, and that mud usually ends up on my kitchen floor.  I gotta hand it to him, though.  He does work hard so that I don't have to.

Don't get me wrong; it's not like I sit around and do nothing.  I spend my time writing.  Some of you will remember when my blogger name was Lazy Writer.  I chose this name not because I'm lazy when it comes to my writing, but because my writing makes me lazy when it comes to other areas of my life--cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.  I changed this name because I decided it might give the wrong impression.  I wouldn't want anyone to assume that I wrote in a lazy fashion, would I?

Anyway, my point is this:  my husband has suffered many injustices so that I can chase my dream.  There was the time he walked into a house full of smoke because I burned the pasta while revising a paragraph.  He simply shook his head and went and got take-out.  Then, there are the times when he wears two different socks because there are no clean matching ones.  He just shrugs and says, "No one can see my socks anyway."  Let's not forget the time he cleaned the house himself after a long day in the icy cold so that he could have his buddies over to watch a football game.

Yes, it's safe to say that he puts up with a lot because of my writing, and I think it's about time I thanked him for it.  Because of him, I get to do what I love most.

What about you?  Is there someone out there who you should thank?  I'll bet there is.  So what are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6343485375852316008?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6343485375852316008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6343485375852316008&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6343485375852316008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6343485375852316008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-husbands-work-boots.html' title='My Husband&apos;s Work Boots'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TIZ_YCe8dtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jX9pkqALkVs/s72-c/work+boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4336662756580641243</id><published>2010-09-01T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:00:08.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I've Been On The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TH1BlHbFBPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZT_3N0qNe3w/s1600/shoe-car.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TH1BlHbFBPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZT_3N0qNe3w/s200/shoe-car.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633624874943730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And my computer has been on the fritz. Neither make for good blogging. First, we went on a little mini vacation and had no access to the internet at the cabin we stayed in. Then, while we were away, our house was hit by lightning. Apparently, that isn't good for computers, even if they are turned off. My ethernet port was shot, and our router was blown. We found a temporary solution, but we were only able to get on the internet for moments at a time until yesterday. I'm happy to say that it is now permanently fixed, and I can't wait to get around to all of your blogs.

During my forced blogging break, I taught two teenagers how to drive (yikes), finished the revisions on my manuscript (finally), sent my second child to high school and my third to middle school (boo-hoo), suffered from a ten day head cold (yuck), and turned forty (I hear it's the new 30). 

So, what have you all been up to? I'll be around visiting over the next couple of days and plan on getting back to a regular blogging schedule next week. I hope you all have had a fantastic summer, and I can't wait to catch up on all I have missed.

Oh, if you haven't heard, one of my awesome crit buddies signed with an agent. Go by and congratulate &lt;a href="http://skateorbate.blogspot.com"&gt;K.M. Walton&lt;/a&gt;. I couldn't be happier for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4336662756580641243?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4336662756580641243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4336662756580641243&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4336662756580641243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4336662756580641243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-been-on-road.html' title='I&apos;ve Been On The Road'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/TH1BlHbFBPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZT_3N0qNe3w/s72-c/shoe-car.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-6888354755573818194</id><published>2010-07-16T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:00:02.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><title type='text'>As much as I'd like these to be my shoes, they aren't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s1600-h/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s200/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390486270236236194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are the shoes of the fabulous Shelli Johannes-Wells. She kindly agreed to an interview on my blog back in October, and I'm reposting that interview one question a day this week.

Shelli writes children's, tween, and young adult, and is represented by Alyssa Eisner Henkin of Trident Media. She is also a marketing consultant for several large, well known businesses in the United States. To learn more about her, please visit her &lt;a href="http://wwwsrjohannes.com"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt; or her &lt;a href="http://www.faeriality.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.

Shelli has given us all a lot to think about.  Here are her parting words:

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is the best advice you can give in regards to using social networking as a marketing tool?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Do it! Online Social networking is to writers what the after hours parties
&lt;em&gt;and team events are to businesses. You have to network to get noticed.

Your writing should always come first, but you need to get out there if you
want to be out there. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


Well, there you go.  Did you read that?  Writing comes first, but you need to get out there if you want to be out there.  Great words of wisdom.  I hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-6888354755573818194?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/6888354755573818194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=6888354755573818194&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6888354755573818194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/6888354755573818194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-much-as-id-like-these-to-be-my-shoes.html' title='As much as I&apos;d like these to be my shoes, they aren&apos;t...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s72-c/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-4479772238727901993</id><published>2010-07-15T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:00:04.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><title type='text'>Will these shoes ever be mine?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s1600-h/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s200/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390486270236236194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably not, because they are the shoes of the fabulous Shelli Johannes-Wells. She kindly agreed to an interview on my blog back in October, and I'm reposting that interview one question a day this week.

Shelli writes children's, tween, and young adult, and is represented by Alyssa Eisner Henkin of Trident Media. She is also a marketing consultant for several large, well known businesses in the United States. To learn more about her, please visit her &lt;a href="http://wwwsrjohannes.com"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt; or her &lt;a href="http://www.faeriality.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.

So, one thing I think about a lot is whether or not this whole blogging thing is worth it for the YA author. I mean, seriously, what teens read blogs? Well, I'm easy to prove wrong. Here's what Shelli had to say about that. (Again, I apologize for the formatting. Blogger is just not cooperating with me on this one.)

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Since teenagers don't typically blog, how effective is blogging as a marketing tool for the YA author?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Wait - who says teens don't blog???

According to &lt;a href="http://www.pewinternet.org"&gt;Pew studies&lt;/a&gt;, in 2008, more than half (58%) of all teens maintain a profile on a social networking site such as Facebook or MySpace, 27% have an online journal or blog, and 11% maintain a personal website. Girls dominate the teen blogosphere and social networks. 66% of girls have a profile (compared with 50% of boys), and 34% of those girls (versus 20% of boys) keep an online journal or blog.

A lot of teens also review books on their blogs. I follow a few, and they are amazingly knowledgeable about authors and books.

Therefore, I say blogging is effective - if you do it well and often.

Now are you blogging for the teen audience prior to being published?
Probably not. In the beginning, your blog targets other writers, bloggers,
editors and agents. But later, when you are published, that audience may
change, and teens may follow. Just look at Meg Cabot's following!&lt;/em&gt;



So, for all you YA authors out there, you may not have a teen following now, but eventually you will. Isn't that something to think about? I know it is for me. It makes me want to crank some Lady GaGa, put on my pink Converse, and take a picture of my feet. Come to think of it, maybe I should. You know, for the future when I'm published and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-4479772238727901993?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/4479772238727901993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=4479772238727901993&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4479772238727901993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/4479772238727901993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/07/will-these-shoes-ever-be-mine.html' title='Will these shoes ever be mine?????'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s72-c/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515903861204137058.post-3394933785962622584</id><published>2010-07-14T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:00:13.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><title type='text'>Nope, still not my shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s1600-h/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s200/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390486270236236194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
If you've stopped by recently, you know they are the shoes of the fabulous Shelli Johannes-Wells. She kindly agreed to an interview on my blog back in October, and I'm reposting that interview one question a day this week.

Shelli writes children's, tween, and young adult, and is represented by Alyssa Eisner Henkin of Trident Media. She is also a marketing consultant for several large, well known businesses in the United States. To learn more about her, please visit her &lt;a href="http://wwwsrjohannes.com"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt; or her &lt;a href="http://www.faeriality.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.

I have to say, she really knows what she's talking about.  If you missed the first two questions, you will find them if you scroll down to the previous posts.

As many of you know, the reposting of this interview was motivated by a discussion we had here last week about how blogging should take a backseat to writing, especially if you are not published yet.  While, I still think writing should come first, I also feel that we should spend some time on social networking sites.  What did Shelli have to say about this?  Let's find out.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. At what point do writers need to start considering the marketing aspects of social networking? Do unpublished, unagented writers need to worry about this yet&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;

In my professional opinion, yes!

I do think it is extremely important to build those relationships way before
someone is selling books. It's no fun having someone push their book on you
when they don't even know your name. Social networking relationships are
like any business relationship. It is better to build them over time and
with authenticity.

Building a network has many advantages to unpublished authors:
1) You find out about other people's agents/journey, which can help your own
2) You have time to build up a relationship without jamming your book down
people's throats.
3) It helps you stay connected in this crazy journey. It's nice to find like
people who experience similar struggles and achievements.

Many unpublished authors seem to think they cannot do a web site before they
get published. That is not true - you can! Even if you don't have books
published, you can pitch them on your web site. Why not? I am agented but
not yet published. You can check out my web site and see how to do it.

There you go.  See, I told you she knows what she's talking about.  Please come back tomorrow for question #4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515903861204137058-3394933785962622584?l=lcwrite2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/feeds/3394933785962622584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515903861204137058&amp;postID=3394933785962622584&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3394933785962622584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515903861204137058/posts/default/3394933785962622584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcwrite2.blogspot.com/2010/07/nope-still-not-my-shoes.html' title='Nope, still not my shoes...'/><author><name>Susan R. Mills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/SgRkA-vtUdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytv8BzQTRng/S220/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2tlRYZDblM/Ss7as-gNGaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UNyBpZ3Fxi0/s72-c/Shelli%27s+Shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry></feed>
