<?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-30010656</id><updated>2011-12-24T18:32:34.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz Falkner</title><subtitle type='html'>Bringing your Fantasies to Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1955815871977180074</id><published>2011-12-24T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:32:34.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Here's to a wonderful holiday season!!!   Don't eat too much, but love a lot!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1955815871977180074?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1955815871977180074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1955815871977180074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1955815871977180074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1955815871977180074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5142947330252324643</id><published>2011-11-11T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:15:23.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Veterans Day to all our servicemen and women! And to my Father a hearty thank you for all you've done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5142947330252324643?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5142947330252324643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5142947330252324643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5142947330252324643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5142947330252324643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-veterans-day.html' title='Happy Veterans Day'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-3225314336678364533</id><published>2011-10-27T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:26:44.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Sexy Scottish Highlanders your cup of tea? Love hot paranormal romance? Well, here's something for you: visit &lt;a href="http://www.book-obsessed.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Book Obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to read an interview with Vonda Sinclair and enter to WIN an e-copy of her book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Fierce Highlander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;The contest runs from today, Oct. 27th to November 10th&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-JtfpjRdUc/TqmLybXqIxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XO_2Kcc9WBo/s1600/MyFierceHighlander_200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668215304479187730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-JtfpjRdUc/TqmLybXqIxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XO_2Kcc9WBo/s320/MyFierceHighlander_200x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwyneth Carswell, an English lady banished by her father to the harsh Scottish Highlands, wants nothing more than to take her young son away from the violence of two fighting clans--her own distant kin, the MacIrwins, and their enemies, the MacGraths. She risks everything to rescue the fierce MacGrath warrior from the battlefield where he’s left for dead by her clan. She only knows she is inexplicably drawn to him and he wants peace as she does. When her clan learns of her betrayal, they seek vengeance. Dare she trust the enemy more than her own family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laird Alasdair MacGrath is driven to end two-hundred years of feuding with the MacIrwins. But by taking in and protecting Lady Gwyneth and her son, he provokes more attacks from his mortal enemy. As the danger and conflict surrounding them escalate, Alasdair and Gwyneth discover an explosive passion neither of them expected. With the arrival of a powerful man from her past, a horrible decision confronts her--give up her son or the man she loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-3225314336678364533?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/3225314336678364533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=3225314336678364533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3225314336678364533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3225314336678364533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-giveaway.html' title='Book Giveaway'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-JtfpjRdUc/TqmLybXqIxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XO_2Kcc9WBo/s72-c/MyFierceHighlander_200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1329379075047146762</id><published>2011-09-12T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:55:15.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a hot paranormal read?</title><content type='html'>Check out Tamara Hunter's, &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Demon-Ryder-Galactic-Agency-ebook/dp/B005LW4FP8/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1315877724&amp;amp;sr=8-6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Demon Ryder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Book 1 in her Galactic Series. Read the blurb below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrieving an unauthorized alien from Demopolis, the demon city which lies beneath the streets of downtown Chicago, shouldn’t be a problem for  Agent Camille Stevenson - not when she’s a former police officer and a  telepath. But as soon as she sets foot underground, she discovers her  first solo assignment will not be an easy one. Throw her ill-timed  attraction to a secretive, sexy stranger in the mix and she’ll be lucky  to escape with her life – let alone her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of the  peacekeeping force in Demopolis, Ryder Endemar has enough problems  policing demons while making sure U.S. citizens remain unaware of the  other world beneath their feet. A headstrong agent who believes she can  handle herself in any situation is the last thing he needs – especially  when she’s the boss’ s daughter and hot as Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1329379075047146762?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1329379075047146762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1329379075047146762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1329379075047146762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1329379075047146762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-for-hot-paranormal-read.html' title='Looking for a hot paranormal read?'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-2892800230816758808</id><published>2011-08-25T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:24:26.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L. A. Banks</title><content type='html'>Ms. Banks (aka Leslie Esdaile) will be sorely missed. As you know, I was a huge fan. Re-reading her stories was nothing new for me. And in fact, I would re-read the previous books in the Vampire Huntress series before a new book was released!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;strong&gt;Vampire Huntress&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Crimson Moon&lt;/strong&gt; series are well known. Leslie had a gift for world-building and her stories drew a reader in to a world filled with action, suspense and most importantly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first read her books in the 90s when she was wrote contemporary romance. When she branched into paranormal romance, I followed her. I was like a kid in a candy store awaiting the release of the next book in the Vampire Huntress series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie impacted a lot of people who in return, loved her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-2892800230816758808?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/2892800230816758808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=2892800230816758808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/2892800230816758808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/2892800230816758808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/08/l-banks.html' title='L. A. Banks'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-2759094122594808495</id><published>2011-06-08T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T13:51:38.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versatile Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ_7qC7-Vjs/Te_fX7B6RvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/p2vRdlEoL9w/s1600/verstilebloggericon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615952862429988594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ_7qC7-Vjs/Te_fX7B6RvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/p2vRdlEoL9w/s200/verstilebloggericon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and fellow writer, &lt;a href="http://www.randywrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randy Jeanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, has inflicted me, I mean, awarded me, with the Versatile Blogger Award. I must admit to having received such an award before, but I was so bogged down that too much time had passed before I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to be more timely, here are my responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Thank and link to the person who nominated you&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks, RANDY!! Check out Randy's latest offerings at Amazon,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stealing-Amy-ebook/dp/B0051GXQL8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1307566072&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stealing Amy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lights-Cameras-Love-ebook/dp/B0053D4ZQO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;amp;s=merchant-items&amp;amp;qid=1307566139&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lights! Cameras! Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Share 7 random facts about yourself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I can move the veins of my left hand when I make a fist. I've always been able to do this and have no idea how I figured out I could make them move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I love buying shoes, but I hate wearing them. I prefer to be barefoot at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) I am a self-proclaimed Solitaire queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) I've had a patch of grey hair since I was around 8. Not sure how much that patch has grown these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) I have a sister who is a hand model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) I was a tomboy when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) I love listening to loud music while cleaning my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Pass the award on to 5 newfound blogging buddies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, since I haven't spent much time in the blogosphere lately, I'm at a loss as to how to pass the award on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you're reading this, consider this an invitation to take the award and make it your own! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-2759094122594808495?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/2759094122594808495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=2759094122594808495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/2759094122594808495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/2759094122594808495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/06/versatile-blogger-award.html' title='Versatile Blogger Award'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ_7qC7-Vjs/Te_fX7B6RvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/p2vRdlEoL9w/s72-c/verstilebloggericon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7204019246819300942</id><published>2011-05-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:29:15.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Publishing</title><content type='html'>It's been a lonnnggg time since I posted. Life comes at you hard sometimes and manages to knock you off your routine. However, I've managed to get back on my feet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently considering cover options for my book that I will publish in a month. Deciding on how I want the color to look is a hard job - and time consuming, but I'm determined to do it. It's a daunting prospect, but at the same time liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7204019246819300942?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7204019246819300942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7204019246819300942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7204019246819300942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7204019246819300942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/05/self-publishing.html' title='Self-Publishing'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-8997793238275624516</id><published>2011-03-09T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:28:24.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Line Contest Coming</title><content type='html'>It's already March and I'm behind on everything! Where has the time gone? I must find more time to catch-up on blogs. I did have time to visit a few and came upon an interesting tidbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to keep in mind. The wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.karintabke.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Karin Tabke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;will be hosting her First Line Contest again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So polish off your work and be prepared to enter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-8997793238275624516?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/8997793238275624516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=8997793238275624516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8997793238275624516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8997793238275624516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-line-contest-coming.html' title='First Line Contest Coming'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1512340847365731849</id><published>2011-02-09T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:26:28.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Spring Coming any time soon?</title><content type='html'>It's been a heck of a few months.  Work, classes, and from time to time, the occasional cleaning of the house doesn't leave a lot of spare time.  On the writing front, I have a submission in for a novella.  Trying not to hold my breath while waiting for a response.  The best way not to do that is to write so I've started work on another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that fantastic ideas pop into your head at inopportune moments? While shopping for grocery, in the bathroom, sleeping, at church....it never fails. Moments like those send me scrambling to find something to write on and a pen.  Clearly, 3M's Post-it Notes were created for writers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, things will slow down in a few weeks and I can concentrate on more writing. In the meantime, my pile of Post-it Notes is growing - almost like a yellow, green and pink anthill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1512340847365731849?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1512340847365731849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1512340847365731849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1512340847365731849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1512340847365731849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-spring-coming-any-time-soon.html' title='Is Spring Coming any time soon?'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-2524172726276264636</id><published>2010-12-31T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:08:29.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felice Anno Nuovo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/happynewyear2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/happynewyear2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy New Year to you and yours!!! May this year find you happier, healthier, smarter and wealthier! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-2524172726276264636?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/2524172726276264636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=2524172726276264636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/2524172726276264636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/2524172726276264636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/12/felice-anno-nuovo.html' title='Felice Anno Nuovo!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1497772930823473942</id><published>2010-12-24T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:11:02.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nose Knows</title><content type='html'>So I recently went  shopping for men's cologne. The man who held the door  open was purchasing cologne as well. He went right up to the counter and requested Tommy  Bahama. Seeing that I was standing at the mens' counter as well, he asked the clerk to let me  smell it. He said he wears it every day and swears by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not everyone likes the same scents. And yes, my nose didn't much care for Tommy Bahama.  But having had a whiff of him as I passed him, I can  definitely say it smelled good on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally ended up  purchasing Bvlgari's Man (one whiff and I was sold on it's hint of musk) along with Armani Diamonds (this is one my fave which is guaranteed to send my brain cells into sensual shock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/bvlgariman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/bvlgariman.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/ArmaniDiamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/ArmaniDiamonds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for cologne reminded me of the importance of the sense of smell in our stories. In order to invite a reader into our world, most certainly there has to be a sense of place, time, but smell is important. It can activate memories long forgotten so it is not a thing to be underestimated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some smells guaranteed to remind you of pleasure or pain? A whiff of Lysol reminds me of hospitals. The buttery sweetness of popcorn and the tinkle of ice in a glass of Coca Cola always takes me back to high school basketball games. So if you want to aid your reader in the immersion into your world, don't forget the sense of smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1497772930823473942?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1497772930823473942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1497772930823473942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1497772930823473942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1497772930823473942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/12/nose-knows.html' title='The Nose Knows'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4123382689642257799</id><published>2010-11-24T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:09:52.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TO1-cU5toEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5kzjFvXEhU/s1600/Thanksgiving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543225741475160130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TO1-cU5toEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5kzjFvXEhU/s200/Thanksgiving.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TO191ajHKHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VquZq3YxrBM/s1600/Thanksgiving.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow. Who can believe it's nearly the end of November? Where has all the time gone? In honor of what appears to be a holiday filled with food, here's a little something I created just for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not every day there's a turkey on the plate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A day off from rushing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And working in haste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Televisions blaring with foot or basketball;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eyes glazed over from fun, food and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Travel, such a hassle, but something we must do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;To catch up with relatives and friends we once knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Come Monday, it's back to school and work. What a grind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter the complaint, we know we're resigned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;To repeat it again next year, come snow, rain or shine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING AND BE SAFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4123382689642257799?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4123382689642257799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4123382689642257799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4123382689642257799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4123382689642257799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TO1-cU5toEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5kzjFvXEhU/s72-c/Thanksgiving.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5334741111871776021</id><published>2010-10-26T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:04:29.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is summer over?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm well aware that summer has ended, but I'm not positive autumn is aware of that fact. LOL.  But, I'm not one to complain because things could be a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To update everyone, I had a full manuscript rejected. Not fun, right?  But, I'm polishing up a contemporary novella for submission as well as a paranormal novella. Then, it's back to work on my contemporary full-length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5334741111871776021?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5334741111871776021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5334741111871776021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5334741111871776021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5334741111871776021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-summer-over.html' title='Is summer over?'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-3231505759778670513</id><published>2010-09-19T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:03:26.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu Summer!</title><content type='html'>Where did summer go?  I can't believe autumn is here in a few days?  LOL. If it weren't for the five pounds or so that managed to discover me this summer, I'd believe the past three months a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even complain about the heat.  It's a few degrees cooler now than at the height of summer, but not cool by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, beyond my day job, writing is keeping me busy. I'm presently working on 3 stories at the same time. I have no idea how that happened exactly and I certainly didn't plan it.  One is a paranormal novella, the second is a contemporary, and the third is a contemporary romantic suspense that teeters along the line of erotica. Actually, the story kisses the line separating "just a plain hot read" from erotica.  At some point, I probably will need to censor it a bit, but I'm not worrying about that yet since the story is still finding its way onto the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone else up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-3231505759778670513?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/3231505759778670513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=3231505759778670513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3231505759778670513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3231505759778670513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/09/adieu-summer.html' title='Adieu Summer!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1595636324414906487</id><published>2010-06-30T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T08:31:43.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TCthetIVp5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/C4qRQ4EsRds/s1600/Sweet+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488587751019620242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TCthetIVp5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/C4qRQ4EsRds/s200/Sweet+tea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I had no idea my summer would be in high gear. I'd contemplated long, lazy afternoons sipping sweet tea (if you question what that is, I'm southern, 'enough said) spent on the patio watching the lady bugs and ants go about their business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, a trip or two to the beach to get grains of sand in places where grains don't belong. Basically, the same summer I've enjoyed for quite a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a lazy season this ain't. LOL. Anyhoo, I'm editing, writing, working at my day job, late spring cleaning, volunteering, business traveling. Whew, okay, I think that's it. Somewhere in the midst of all that, I do manage to cook and eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's what everyday (all day) looks like now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TCtivpcbRqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bFUHWwY9bj0/s1600/busy_receptionist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488589141599536802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TCtivpcbRqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bFUHWwY9bj0/s200/busy_receptionist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to buy extra time in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1595636324414906487?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1595636324414906487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1595636324414906487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1595636324414906487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1595636324414906487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/TCthetIVp5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/C4qRQ4EsRds/s72-c/Sweet+tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7672453716037380732</id><published>2010-05-30T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:05:39.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/flags-in-memorial-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 287px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/flags-in-memorial-day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a day to reflect, honor and remember those who have given their all in service to their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can never be enough to convey our immeasurable thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7672453716037380732?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7672453716037380732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7672453716037380732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7672453716037380732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7672453716037380732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-8348407915463729044</id><published>2010-05-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:58:14.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't go for the Easy Outs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/S_F1TrWHAyI/AAAAAAAAADk/10q13dUPIow/s1600/backup+plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472284003145286434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/S_F1TrWHAyI/AAAAAAAAADk/10q13dUPIow/s320/backup+plan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie spoiler if you haven't seen the movie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, let me say I love romantic comedies. Humor while falling in love, who wouldn't love that? However, &lt;strong&gt;The Back-up Plan&lt;/strong&gt; something to be desired. I was going along with the story until the moment after Zoe and Stan make love. When she confesses she's pregnant, he states that she lied to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really didn't lie. She omitted to mention the fact, but is that really a lie to someone she hasn't known that long? They'd only met each other a few weeks ago so would it have been better to have blurted out as soon as he'd asked her out, by the way I'm pregnant? It made the hero seem like a wuss to me. It would've been more realistic had he said something like "wow, that's a lot to process."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another scene that rubbed me the wrong way was when Stan mentions he takes classes at night. Naturally, Zoe asks why he didn't want to tell her. Then, she says, "You lied to me. I lied to you." REALLY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie took a bunch of "easy outs" to lengthen it instead of using the inherently built-in comedy of a newly pregnant woman who is falling in love with the man of her dreams who just happens not to be the father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I opted for the "easy outs" in my writing? Certainly and when I've caught myself doing that, I include a note to myself to go back and work on that section. It does a moviegoer and a reader a disservice to go with what seems easy when struggling through what's hard rewards everyone with a more emotional experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-8348407915463729044?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/8348407915463729044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=8348407915463729044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8348407915463729044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8348407915463729044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-go-for-easy-outs.html' title='Don&apos;t go for the Easy Outs...'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/S_F1TrWHAyI/AAAAAAAAADk/10q13dUPIow/s72-c/backup+plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-3225666264085647907</id><published>2010-04-12T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:51:55.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asi Es La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/S8NPNxKXU1I/AAAAAAAAADc/biEo5WHtw9s/s1600/Honduras-Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459294271256875858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/S8NPNxKXU1I/AAAAAAAAADc/biEo5WHtw9s/s320/Honduras-Beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well, apparently my muse decided a Spring Break was necessary and this is where she is currently lounging. I'm certainly not going to deny her her right to enjoy a bit of R&amp;amp;R, but she left me hanging! I'm positive I was on the verge of a breakthru with a difficult scene and she bolted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tax season makes her miserable as she's not a fan of numbers. LOL. Let's see if she returns after the 15th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy writing to you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-3225666264085647907?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/3225666264085647907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=3225666264085647907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3225666264085647907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3225666264085647907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html' title='Asi Es La Vida'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/S8NPNxKXU1I/AAAAAAAAADc/biEo5WHtw9s/s72-c/Honduras-Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1992897828130838563</id><published>2010-03-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:59:29.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It REALLY is Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/ItsComplicatedII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/ItsComplicatedII.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently saw the movie, &lt;em&gt;It's Complicated&lt;/em&gt;, with the incomparable Meryl Streep and Alec Baldwin. I loved it!! The plot was totally believable and the comedic timing of Meryl and Alec was hilarious. Truth is indeed stranger than fiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie made me think about all the obstacles we put characters through. Sometimes things sound implausible, but with careful writing, you can make implausible actions sound completely believable. Navigating relationships is like wandering through a maze. One turn and you hit a wall. Reverse direction and it happens again. But sooner or later, you muddle your way through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing is like that too, at least for me. I can be in the middle of a conversation or cleaning my house, or even driving, and I'll have a solution to a scene that's been bugging me. Friends are used to my outbursts of "that's it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, life is complicated, but sometimes, so is writing. But the happy moments totally make it worthwhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1992897828130838563?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1992897828130838563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1992897828130838563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1992897828130838563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1992897828130838563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-really-is-complicated.html' title='It REALLY is Complicated'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-6184978141520962917</id><published>2010-02-09T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:03:08.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Champs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Superbowl2010Champions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 730px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Superbowl2010Champions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to the Saints and the City of New Orleans!!!! Even though my favorite team wasn't in the championship this year, I was certainly backing the Saints since they'd never been to the big game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos on a fantastically played game!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-6184978141520962917?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/6184978141520962917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=6184978141520962917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6184978141520962917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6184978141520962917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl-champs.html' title='Superbowl Champs!!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-35923468301507698</id><published>2010-01-29T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:05:53.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing News</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog.  Things have been busy for the first part of 2010 and that's a good thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some news to report, I entered the Kimani Romance pitch contest and was selected for an online pitch with Kelli Martin.  Talk about Nervous (notice the capital "N").  Anyhoo, she had some great suggestions to beef up my story.  I'm working on the revisions before sending in my material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the winter storm is not (so far) as bad as predicted, but things can change quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy writing &amp;amp; reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-35923468301507698?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/35923468301507698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=35923468301507698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/35923468301507698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/35923468301507698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-news.html' title='Writing News'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7671699057464068696</id><published>2009-12-31T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:46:10.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonne Année!</title><content type='html'>Action takes a dream and turns it into reality. May 2010 bring you joy, wisdom, and the knowledge to know when to allow our busy lives to slow in order to enjoy the majesty of the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/champagne_toast_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 483px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/champagne_toast_2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7671699057464068696?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7671699057464068696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7671699057464068696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7671699057464068696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7671699057464068696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/12/bonne-annee.html' title='Bonne Année!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-8250124646692369101</id><published>2009-12-23T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:08:15.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/206882main_happy-holidays-516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 344px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/206882main_happy-holidays-516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing you and yours a wonderful and safe Holiday Season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-8250124646692369101?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/8250124646692369101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=8250124646692369101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8250124646692369101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8250124646692369101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1930165413291205579</id><published>2009-12-18T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:54:55.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plot Structure and Character Arc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Holiday Season!  It's great, but yikes it's easy to get behind on a lot of stuff.  Housework?  What's that?  LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Interesting thing happened to me this week though. Finishing up a story and for some reason I kept feeling disconnected front the ending.  I couldn't figure out why.  I put it aside for a few days and still nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I was listening to Michael Hauge's presentation of Uniting Plot Structure and Character Arc at the 2007 RWA conference while driving home.  He was talking about the meshing of plot with the character arc.  The realization hit me that the reason I was not connected to the ending was because there was a turning point that didn't jive with the arc of the character.  Basically, I had a turning point in the wrong place in my story.  I moved it around and the story was immediately stronger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think if I'd use a storyboard, I'd have spotted that sooner.  I do intend to use the storyboard while plotting next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1930165413291205579?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1930165413291205579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1930165413291205579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1930165413291205579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1930165413291205579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/12/plot-structure-and-character-arc.html' title='Plot Structure and Character Arc'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7177864259199373294</id><published>2009-11-25T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:36:07.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>I've been so bad not posting!  In my defense, however, I have been taking a month-long writing class.  I've been applying what I've learned to my current WIP so I can send my next baby out into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I hope your time is spent getting closer to family - one of the most permanent things we have in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7177864259199373294?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7177864259199373294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7177864259199373294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7177864259199373294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7177864259199373294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-3692260783547709979</id><published>2009-10-31T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:14:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/creepy_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 687px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/creepy_night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-3692260783547709979?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/3692260783547709979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=3692260783547709979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3692260783547709979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3692260783547709979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-6695496513001624097</id><published>2009-10-05T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:34:26.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Miss You, Kate</title><content type='html'>I was so sorry to hear about the passing of Kate Duffy, editorial director at Kensington Publishing.  Kate was the very first editor I ever talked to.  Actually I talked with her twice.  I found her to be straightforward and funny. She read the first story I ever got the nerve to send out. She called me and said she enjoyed the plot and the hero who was hot, but she thought my heroine was TSTL. Naturally, I was crushed.  LOL.  But then she added that I had managed do something few authors do and that was - I made her to care about my characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next interaction with Kate was as part of the BRAVA novella contest. As a finalist, Kate called all of us.  My call came while I was at work. So, I'm trying to appear professional, sound logical while my heart is jump roping and I can't find pen and paper on my crowded desk to save my life.  I know I sounded barely literate, but she quickly put me at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved her advice and have incorporated it into my subsequent stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you, Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-6695496513001624097?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/6695496513001624097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=6695496513001624097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6695496513001624097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6695496513001624097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-miss-you-kate.html' title='We&apos;ll Miss You, Kate'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-8835937095438980466</id><published>2009-09-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:43:49.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing a Synopsis or What is Your Story About?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SqgTZ1tCMwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/niXyL4BLyio/s1600-h/synop+photo+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379571089527681794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SqgTZ1tCMwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/niXyL4BLyio/s320/synop+photo+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you wrestle with writing a synopsis? I don't have as many problems as I used to. I finally learned the key, for me, was writing it in the same tone of voice as the story. In the past, I wrote them more like college papers - very analytical and straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After realizing that wasn't quite right and doing research on HOW to write them, I've discovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little things that help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I introduce the hero and heroine (and villain if you have one) before delving into the meat of the story. This includes mentioning each character's goal. When I finish, I end up with a brief paragraph for each main character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I start with the inciting action and use the turning points as my guide. In the past, I didn't use TPs and a lot of miscellaneous action ended up in my synopsis that frankly, didn't need to be there and no one cared about. Using TPs helps tremendously in capturing the important and relevant action as it happens throughout the story. Each turning point affects the H/H in some way so it is important to include that information as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a synop, you should be able to understand the complete story, including the motivations/conflict and goals for your characters. When you've accomplished that, you have written a great synopsis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get bogged down and can't seem to make any progress writing the synop, it does help to remind myself that a synopsis is a response to a complete stranger who has just asked, "&lt;strong&gt;what is &lt;em&gt;YOUR&lt;/em&gt; story about&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-8835937095438980466?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/8835937095438980466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=8835937095438980466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8835937095438980466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8835937095438980466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/09/writing-synopsis-or-what-is-your-story.html' title='Writing a Synopsis or What is Your Story About?'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SqgTZ1tCMwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/niXyL4BLyio/s72-c/synop+photo+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-6745248100531737585</id><published>2009-08-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:20:41.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe August is almost over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't be the only one who doesn't want summer to end. You know it's near when the stores aggressively move notebook paper, folders and pens to the front of the store and into the middle of the aisles. Back-to-school commercials dominate TV. Fall clothing arrives in the stores like a trumpet, proclaiming the latest must-have fad of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I love cashmere sweaters as much as the next girl, but I also love being able to wear t-shirts from every tourist location I've ever frequented. And how about the sublime feel of slipping my feet into a pair of beautiful sandals, be they wedges, mules or gladiators. Now exactly how am I get the same satisfaction from wearing wool, tweeds, angora and lambswool and having my feet trussed into a pair of leather boots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. I suppose since I can't stop time's progression, nor the movement of the Earth, I'm forced to endure this weather malady until next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that may cheer me up the tiniest bit is the fact I can still eat ice cream while wearing a cashmere sweater. YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-6745248100531737585?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/6745248100531737585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=6745248100531737585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6745248100531737585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6745248100531737585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-believe-august-is-almost-over.html' title='I can&apos;t believe August is almost over!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1756964411659258130</id><published>2009-08-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:44:25.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Selfless Men Everywhere</title><content type='html'>I was cleaning out an old file the other day and came across a little something I'd written several years ago. Thought you might enjoy reading it for a smile. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click on it to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SoCFoxA0GSI/AAAAAAAAACk/SSEq2IljTTc/s1600-h/SM_Latest+Version.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368437691223644450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SoCFoxA0GSI/AAAAAAAAACk/SSEq2IljTTc/s400/SM_Latest+Version.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1756964411659258130?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1756964411659258130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1756964411659258130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1756964411659258130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1756964411659258130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-to-selfless-men.html' title='To Selfless Men Everywhere'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SoCFoxA0GSI/AAAAAAAAACk/SSEq2IljTTc/s72-c/SM_Latest+Version.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-3613546055111269914</id><published>2009-07-17T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:31:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Project Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haven't posted in a while. I've been working on a new WIP - a steamy, dark paranormal with demons. I've tried something new this time around. I recently took a class on preparing a Project Bible with Catherine McLean.  I learned how to organize my file folders of story research and photos to maximize usage and keep the GMC in mind.  In the past, I've written away from the goal instead of toward it, because frankly, that info wasn't in front of me at the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This way, I have all my info with me whenever I ned it.  It's a great class should you ever have the opportunity to take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like I mentioned my paranormal is dark so I have to listen to certain music when writing the scenes. Sound weird?  Not really, normally I can write to any type of music. But trying to write fright into a scene doesn't come off as well when listening to soothing instrumental by Ah-Nee-Mah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you have any music suggestions, feel free to pass them along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-3613546055111269914?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/3613546055111269914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=3613546055111269914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3613546055111269914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3613546055111269914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-bible.html' title='A Project Bible'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4285965831748101859</id><published>2009-06-18T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:26:47.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Submission Off!!</title><content type='html'>Whew! I finally sent my e-submission off. I will even admit to feeling a tad letdown after pressing the Send button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348764176775912658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 62px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 33px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SjqgrggQHNI/AAAAAAAAABs/waWOIpH9NGI/s320/Send+Button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed quite the an anti-climactic event.  Oh well. I don't have time to dwell on the feeling though since I'm hard at work on the next story which is a paranormal.  The books in my to-be-read pile are so tempting, but I will not pick one up until I have my first draft complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4285965831748101859?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4285965831748101859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4285965831748101859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4285965831748101859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4285965831748101859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/06/submission-off.html' title='Submission Off!!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SjqgrggQHNI/AAAAAAAAABs/waWOIpH9NGI/s72-c/Send+Button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-9138312139628489559</id><published>2009-06-04T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:18:16.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the sound of the Coqui</title><content type='html'>Back from a much needed vacation to San Juan. Great temperatures (naturally), friendly people, and historical sites, who could ask for more?  I was lulled to sleep by the crash of the waves against the shore and the evening tone of the coqui. I tried to find one, but wasn't successful.  Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/ICHotel_SanJUan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/ICHotel_SanJUan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, a fine time was had by all and there is the distinct possibility I have kernals of sand permanently embedded between my toes. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-9138312139628489559?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/9138312139628489559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=9138312139628489559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/9138312139628489559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/9138312139628489559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-sound-of-coqui.html' title='Missing the sound of the Coqui'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5568240714421167990</id><published>2009-05-06T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:45:05.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole North</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/SecretsVolume27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/SecretsVolume27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Congratulations to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicolenorth.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole North &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who is one of my esteemed critique partners. She has a hot romance, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Devil in a Kilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, that will be included in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Secrets-27-Pleasures-Leigh-Court/dp/1603100075/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1241631339&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secrets Volume 27: Untamed Pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's available for pre-order now, but releases in July. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the blurb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A trip to the Highland Games turns into a trip to the past when modern day psychology professor Shauna MacRae touches Gavin MacTavish’s four-hundred-year-old claymore. What she finds is a Devil In a Kilt she’s had erotic fantasies about for months. Can Shauna break the curse imprisoning this shape shifting laird and his clan before an evil witch sends Shauna back to her time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a great story and Nicole can always be counted on to deliver a sensual read. Go Nicole! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5568240714421167990?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5568240714421167990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5568240714421167990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5568240714421167990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5568240714421167990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/05/nicole-north.html' title='Nicole North'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4337581269718365461</id><published>2009-05-06T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T06:02:29.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Mover Series</title><content type='html'>Whew! I blew through books 4 and 5 of Stephanie Bond's Body Movers series. I read while cooking (and it's a wonder I didn't burn anything), read in the bathtub (insert same concern here) and even while exercising (not surprised I didn't burn calories).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on pins and needles waiting for book 6 that drops in early June. I was leaning toward Carlotta picking Jack out of the 3 men who are interested in her. But Cooper is now my front runner followed by Peter and then Jack. I have no idea why Jack fell to the back of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've become accustomed to reading a new book every month. It'll be hard to adjust after book 6, but somehow I'll make it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4337581269718365461?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4337581269718365461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4337581269718365461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4337581269718365461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4337581269718365461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/05/body-mover-series-coming-to-end.html' title='Body Mover Series'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5421240850964653941</id><published>2009-04-07T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:39:30.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are any of you like me - waiting until the last moment to prepare taxes?  Each year, I promise myself I'm starting as soon as the books arrive in the mail, but it's a conspiracy, I swear! No matter my intentions, I always end up sprawled out at the table with mounds of paper in front of me, staying up late and cursing at myself because I should've completed them earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've lost count of how many dents my forehead has made on the paper as I fall asleep while "working" which is why I always re-check my math by using TaxAct Online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8 days to go. Well, 7 because there's Good Friday and I'm off that day. No wait.  5 days because I probably won't work on them this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm running out of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5421240850964653941?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5421240850964653941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5421240850964653941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5421240850964653941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5421240850964653941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/04/tax-season.html' title='Tax Season'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7995185659743413408</id><published>2009-03-18T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:11:07.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write or Die</title><content type='html'>Spring is two days away and things are blooming so the last thing you may want to do is sit and write, right? Me too. But, someone sent me a nifty little link to&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lab.drwicked.com/writeordie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write or Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a timed writing exercise except with a bit of a maniacal twist. I figured how hard could it be to use. I'm writing and the phone rings. I grab it thinking the caller will be quick.  Not really. It's my Dad and you can't exactly rush a parent off the phone no matter your age. So it apparently slips my mind I'm supposed to be doing a timed writing scene. Dad and I chat on and on and all of a sudden my computer makes a loud noise. I glance around to make sure I'm physically alone. I finally realize it's the computer and it must be the Write or Die program. Whew! I was five seconds from slamming the phone down and getting into my best fighting stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you need a kick in the patootie, this is the thing to try. Just like there's no stupid question. There's no such thing as "crap" as long as you're writing SOMETHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7995185659743413408?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7995185659743413408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7995185659743413408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7995185659743413408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7995185659743413408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/03/write-or-die.html' title='Write or Die'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-6448126405244691563</id><published>2009-02-18T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:30:21.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperBowl XXIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SZyLR2nJqKI/AAAAAAAAABk/nNcTeWo21s0/s1600-h/steelers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267599969364130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SZyLR2nJqKI/AAAAAAAAABk/nNcTeWo21s0/s200/steelers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did watch the amazing performance of the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Arizona Cardinals and I must say, I was completely fulfilled as a football fan.  I didn't really pull for either side (since my team didn't make it), but it proved to be an exciting game. And the last minute catch Big Ben threw to Santonio Holmes was one for the record books!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-6448126405244691563?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/6448126405244691563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=6448126405244691563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6448126405244691563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6448126405244691563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl-xxiii.html' title='SuperBowl XXIII'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SZyLR2nJqKI/AAAAAAAAABk/nNcTeWo21s0/s72-c/steelers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-6566613205105149422</id><published>2008-12-31T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:55:41.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hauoli Makahiki Hou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/HappyNewYear_Sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/HappyNewYear_Sydney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/HappyNewYear_Sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 2009 shower you with love, peace, and financial stability in a time of a shaky economy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-6566613205105149422?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/6566613205105149422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=6566613205105149422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6566613205105149422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6566613205105149422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/12/hauoli-makahiki-hou.html' title='Hauoli Makahiki Hou'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5443338061289293097</id><published>2008-12-24T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:01:38.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Happy Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>It's been another wonderful year and for this we all should be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVL3O4_c9rI/AAAAAAAAABU/iOkZy3dDoFQ/s1600-h/wintertime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283557148047767218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVL3O4_c9rI/AAAAAAAAABU/iOkZy3dDoFQ/s320/wintertime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing you all a holiday season filled with laughter, strength, and of course, everlasting love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5443338061289293097?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5443338061289293097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5443338061289293097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5443338061289293097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5443338061289293097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-another-wonderful-year-and-for.html' title='Have a Happy Holiday Season'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVL3O4_c9rI/AAAAAAAAABU/iOkZy3dDoFQ/s72-c/wintertime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-8271020234383802680</id><published>2008-12-23T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:30:29.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Noel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVE8FFDDj0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/htQzd6dBszk/s1600-h/noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283069895834308418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVE8FFDDj0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/htQzd6dBszk/s200/noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being you and for being around all these years!!  May you be blessed with many more years of joy and happiness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-8271020234383802680?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/8271020234383802680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=8271020234383802680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8271020234383802680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8271020234383802680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-noel.html' title='Happy Birthday Noel'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVE8FFDDj0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/htQzd6dBszk/s72-c/noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4594860984989914970</id><published>2008-12-16T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:13:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightening blog to read</title><content type='html'>In light of the current economy, here is a link to a great blog called &lt;a href="http://laurabenedict.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-handbasket-mark-tavani-senior-editor.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes from the Handbasket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Mark Tavani, an editor with Ballantine Books, has written a piece about the current state of the industry. Check it out. It's a very factual and enlightening read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4594860984989914970?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4594860984989914970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4594860984989914970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4594860984989914970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4594860984989914970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/12/enlightening-blog-to-read.html' title='Enlightening blog to read'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-8398780235862419306</id><published>2008-11-26T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:47:13.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>To all who are celebrating, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SS3785sT71I/AAAAAAAAAA0/g06UCO0T9g8/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273147762418118482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SS3785sT71I/AAAAAAAAAA0/g06UCO0T9g8/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-8398780235862419306?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/8398780235862419306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=8398780235862419306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8398780235862419306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8398780235862419306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SS3785sT71I/AAAAAAAAAA0/g06UCO0T9g8/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7611502441153446381</id><published>2008-11-04T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:15:45.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW's Best Books of the Year - 11/3/08</title><content type='html'>A hearty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my critique partner, Terry Spear. Her book, Heart of the Wolf, published by Sourcebooks/Casablanca has been selected as &lt;a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/CA6610357.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Publishers Weekly's Best books of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW says this about Terry's book: A werewolf woman defies the alpha male of her pack in this supernatural romance, with chemistry that crackles off the page and a richly depicted pack dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.terryspear.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terry's website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to read more or check it out on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Wolf-must-fight-death/dp/1402211570/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1225822220&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7611502441153446381?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7611502441153446381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7611502441153446381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7611502441153446381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7611502441153446381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/11/pws-best-books-of-year-11308.html' title='PW&apos;s Best Books of the Year - 11/3/08'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-3744122432513700748</id><published>2008-10-31T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:39:52.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVE-euRaqFI/AAAAAAAAABM/z2JN7ofLQUc/s1600-h/19153-Halloween_Time__D_Screensaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283072535420381266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVE-euRaqFI/AAAAAAAAABM/z2JN7ofLQUc/s320/19153-Halloween_Time__D_Screensaver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVE-WbpnDYI/AAAAAAAAABE/LxurdQGfwWs/s1600-h/19153-Halloween_Time__D_Screensaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Happy &amp;amp; Safe Halloween!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-3744122432513700748?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/3744122432513700748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=3744122432513700748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3744122432513700748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3744122432513700748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SVE-euRaqFI/AAAAAAAAABM/z2JN7ofLQUc/s72-c/19153-Halloween_Time__D_Screensaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4700329444967480879</id><published>2008-09-29T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:49:52.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Writer's Block?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SOKeu2mxiCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tgq2dWHGbkc/s1600-h/writers_block_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251934643236735010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SOKeu2mxiCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tgq2dWHGbkc/s320/writers_block_400.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have important things like FINALLY purchasing my DVD of the SATC movie out of the way...I can get back to writing. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, the only thing stalling my writing wasn't my eagerness in awaiting the sale of the DVD. Nope. I hit a writer's block. A big 'ole massive five-foot thick concrete obstruction - or at least that's what it felt like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in retrospect, I really don't think I experienced a writer's block. It was more like my character stopped what she was doing, stared at me then tapped her foot with an expression that clearly said "you want me to what? You must be out of your #$@* mind." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I pulled my hair and wondered why the heck my muse was once again on an extended end of summer vacation, I had a light bulb moment. My muse didn't leave town. My character hadn't suddenly sprouted a second personality. I was the problem. They were waiting on &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; to figure out I was causing the block, by not letting the character be true to the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow managed to wrestle my judgemental thoughts to the back of my mind and gave myself permission to write. Pure crap at first, but then things began to flow and I actually finished the chapter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you think you have a writer's block, examine the direction of your character's actions and thoughts. Instead of a block, he/she may just be rebelling by chilling out and hoping you'll come to your senses.  LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4700329444967480879?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4700329444967480879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4700329444967480879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4700329444967480879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4700329444967480879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/09/writers-block.html' title='A Writer&apos;s Block?'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/SOKeu2mxiCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tgq2dWHGbkc/s72-c/writers_block_400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4529163811613666778</id><published>2008-08-27T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:47:31.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Olympics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Olympics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still recuperating from the awesome two weeks of pure sports!!!!! LOL. 2008 has to rank as one of the best Olympics EVER. And not just because of Michael Phelps, Usain Bolt and Nastia Liukin, the Redeem Team, the men's volleyball team, etc. etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But did you witness the opening and closing ceremonies? Sheer genius. That won't be topped any time soon. I think it's good London isn't striving to top it, just to present themselves in their own inimitable way. Great strategy to be sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I've literally OD'd on medal ceremonies and made myself hoarse from shouting at victories, I'll go back to my regular life as a regular person...until the 2012.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4529163811613666778?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4529163811613666778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4529163811613666778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4529163811613666778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4529163811613666778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/08/2008-olympics.html' title='2008 Olympics'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4225422477020064904</id><published>2008-07-31T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:45:00.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RWA Conference</title><content type='html'>Alas, I had high hopes to attend this year, but things were not to be.  So what to do in the meantime?  WRITE, right?  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the best laid plans oft go awry. So true in my case. See, I had this case of writer's block. That's what everyone calls it, but I don't think it was so much of a block as my trying to force characters to do something they didn't want to.  DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days of frustration, I finally saw the light. Once I stopped trying to force that square peg into the round hole, the "block" left and the writing flowed once again.  So I shall stop blaming the world for my "writer's block" and instead, look at the path I, in my questionable wisdom, deem the correct one for my characters' to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my life, I'm writing about. It's my characters and in this case, characters' know best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4225422477020064904?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4225422477020064904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4225422477020064904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4225422477020064904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4225422477020064904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/07/rwa-conference.html' title='RWA Conference'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-3217555509154006298</id><published>2008-06-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:51:27.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal or Bust!</title><content type='html'>Ya'll ("you all" for all the readers north of the Mason-Dixon line) know I'm a huge fan of &lt;a href="http://www.dailyinquisitor.com/sherrilyn/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sherrilyn Kenyon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.vampirehuntress.com/leslie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L.A. Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm practically salivating for Kenyon's Acheron story to come out as well as Banks' The Shadows (book #11) in the 12-book Vampire Huntress series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's why my muse keeps gravitating to paranormal themes. I've resorted to wrestling her down to force her to concentrate on what we're supposed to be working on which is NOT worm holes, far-flung galaxies and time travel no matter what she thinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the only way I'm finishing up my WIP with any shred of sanity left is she's been given carte blanche to start tossing out ideas for a paranormal the day I mail off my submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know of a MALE muse for hire? They have to be a bit more amenable than the hellion I am currently um, blessed with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy writing! Pray for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-3217555509154006298?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/3217555509154006298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=3217555509154006298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3217555509154006298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/3217555509154006298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/06/paranormal-or-bust.html' title='Paranormal or Bust!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1698728801444350771</id><published>2008-06-12T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:52:50.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love, love, loved the movie! Wait..don't throw tomatoes at me yet (especially given the recent recall). I watched the show when it originally aired on HBO not the watered down version on TBS. So for me, the movie was worth waiting years for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit of a Charlotte in that I love happy endings, love the optimism of love itself and the completeness of finding the person who is your other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know I'm save my spare change. I can't wait for the DVD to come out. I'll definitely be a Best Buy customer that week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1698728801444350771?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1698728801444350771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1698728801444350771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1698728801444350771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1698728801444350771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/06/satc-reaction.html' title='SATC Reaction'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5096166302405801643</id><published>2008-05-16T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:57:04.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC - May 30th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/SATC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/SATC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can hardly wait for this movie. I keep hearing tidbits of what's going to occur and I don't like it one bit. I want to be surprised so I'm trying not to read the reviews. Who cares about the reviews? I LOVED the series so natch, I'll go see the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just purchased the complete series (and in case my dear, devoted husband is reading this, it's used, in excellent condition and I received a great price).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as I do in all my series addictions be they books or movies, I plan to watch every single episode and then see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big (AKA John James Preston) is an example of a great Alpha male...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5096166302405801643?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5096166302405801643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5096166302405801643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5096166302405801643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5096166302405801643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/05/satc-may-30th.html' title='SATC - May 30th'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4992240564799332711</id><published>2008-04-22T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:44:52.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes are Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so happy tax season is over. Every year I fuss at myself for misplacing receipts and every year I swear I'm going to be more organized. Riiiggghhhtt.  Uh, maybe in 2009? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a quest to do better this year, I currently have all my 2008 receipts in the same room. Not yet in my designated tax shoebox , but at least they're all in the "same general area."  That's considered progress, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4992240564799332711?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4992240564799332711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4992240564799332711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4992240564799332711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4992240564799332711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/04/taxes-are-done.html' title='Taxes are Done'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-8730520707903666181</id><published>2008-04-04T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:13:24.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spring is here in full force and I've missed taking a photo of the blooming dogwoods. Why? Because of the rain.  LOL. Can't complain though. We need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun work on the sequel to &lt;em&gt;Treasure's Pleasure&lt;/em&gt;. Well, I shouldn't say a sequel actually, because Juan and Darla don't appear in the story. This one is all about Benicio and Veronica. During Treasure's Pleasure, I knew Ben had his chance at love, but things didn't work out and he kept bugging me while I was writing Juan's story so he's up to bat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone following the NCAA basketball finals?  I will be glued to the tube this weekend for the nail biting games between Kansas and North Carolina and Memphis and UCLA. YIKES! Wonder how many Tums the coaches are going to chew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-8730520707903666181?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/8730520707903666181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=8730520707903666181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8730520707903666181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8730520707903666181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-2091036634644023728</id><published>2008-03-20T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:03:05.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Here!!  FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm excited and yet...apprehensive.  LOL.  I'm excited because the flu season is behind me (Thank goodness. I didn't realize bone cartilage could actually ache, until my last bout).  I'm apprehensive because I'm faced with the inevitable task of moving winter clothes from my closet and replacing them with summer clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time of the year usually bring my desire to live in a temperate region to the forefront. Don't get me wrong, I love home, but in the midst of putting up the cashmere and corduroys, my love dissipates like a fine mist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, some day very, very soon, I'll drag out the storage containers, say so long to the merino wool, Italian knit, and angora slacks, skirts and sweaters.  I love the luxuriousness of winter fabrics, but I'm more than ready to say hello to linen and washed silks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would've uploaded a photo of the Dogwoods, but they're still budding. Should be in bloom in a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Spring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-2091036634644023728?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/2091036634644023728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=2091036634644023728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/2091036634644023728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/2091036634644023728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-is-here-finally.html' title='Spring is Here!!  FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-6280997714590979890</id><published>2008-02-29T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:07:18.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/R8gtjdvz9MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VmMmTBvY_Q/s1600-h/Leap+frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172434259338851522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/R8gtjdvz9MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VmMmTBvY_Q/s320/Leap+frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to say I can see the result of having an extra "day" in my life. But, truthfully, I cannot. It probably has something to do with the fact that I've been mowed over by the flu. So this short post is just to wish everyone Happy Leap Day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-6280997714590979890?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/6280997714590979890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=6280997714590979890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6280997714590979890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6280997714590979890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap-day.html' title='Leap Day'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2tO6gnEPPzw/R8gtjdvz9MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VmMmTBvY_Q/s72-c/Leap+frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1492660602757256591</id><published>2008-02-05T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:24:13.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brava Novella Contest - Voting is Over</title><content type='html'>A huge THANKS for your votes in the Brava Novella contest. Although I didn't win, it was great to be selected as a finalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the results, click &lt;a href="http://www.bravaauthors.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=215/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks to all the judges and the readers who participated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to writing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1492660602757256591?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1492660602757256591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1492660602757256591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1492660602757256591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1492660602757256591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/02/brava-novella-contest-voting-is-over.html' title='Brava Novella Contest - Voting is Over'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5554598608064705786</id><published>2008-01-22T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:51:07.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my FIRST ever Interview</title><content type='html'>Hello all -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My critique partner, Nicole North whose hot paranormal novella, "Devil in a Kilt" will be published by Red Sage in &lt;em&gt;Secrets Volume 27&lt;/em&gt; due out in Dec. 2008, interviewed me regarding my Brava entry. Check it out at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fierceromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nicole's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5554598608064705786?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5554598608064705786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5554598608064705786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5554598608064705786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5554598608064705786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-out-my-first-ever-interview.html' title='Check out my FIRST ever Interview'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4311969507701771445</id><published>2008-01-20T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:39:25.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to VOTE for your favorites in the Brava Novella Contest!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voting has begun in the Brava Novella Contest! Please vote for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravaauthors.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=162"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;entry(#310)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;,Treasure's Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the blurb for my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyone has secrets, but how far would you go to keep one if it's disclosure meant the end of your mother's lifelong dream and your family's disgrace? Darla Norton is forced to answer that question, but keeping her past IN the past means saving the man who broke her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravaauthors.com/forum/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;here to vote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. If you are not a registered member of the Brava forum, you will need to register first. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravaauthors.com/forum/profile.php?mode=register"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to register&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4311969507701771445?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4311969507701771445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4311969507701771445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4311969507701771445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4311969507701771445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-to-vote-for-your-favorites-in.html' title='Time to VOTE for your favorites in the Brava Novella Contest!!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116808359238073860</id><published>2007-12-31T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:18:31.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nouvelle Annee Heureuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY 2008!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/happynewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/happynewyear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying a new philosophy for 2008.  I'm not writing down resolutions.   Since I have a history of not keeping them beyond March, I figure why knowingly depress myself?  Already, I feel relieved at not being constrained by resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing the diet thing either.  My only desire is to eat healthier and be conscious of what I'm eating.  Given that the stomach typically was made to hold about 1 liter of food (which is roughly 33 ounces or a little over4 cups of food), I've realized I may be guilty of stretching mine from time to time (okay, I confess..more like every couple of days).  So the only change I will make in regards to eating is to pay more attention to portion size...and to drink more water to replace all the food I WON'T be eating.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if you have your resolutions written (and laminated), I wish you much success in reaching your goals for the new year!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116808359238073860?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116808359238073860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116808359238073860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116808359238073860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116808359238073860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/12/nouvelle-annee-heureuse.html' title='Nouvelle Annee Heureuse'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-8265022185064385935</id><published>2007-12-30T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:05:18.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Statistics</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://pubrants.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read Literary Agent, Kristin Nelson's blog entry about her 2007 statistics. This year, she estimates she received and read 30,000 queries. Doesn't that put this business into perspective? Considering 365 days. That's roughly 82 per day, but factor in weekends and holidays and the daily average rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 30,0000 queries, only 74 full manuscripts requested. I don't know if there were partials requested in between the query/full stage, but this really magnifies the importance of the query and how much attention should be paid to make sure it is not only is a clear picture of your work, but that it concisely and professionally makes an impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-8265022185064385935?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/8265022185064385935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=8265022185064385935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8265022185064385935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/8265022185064385935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-statistics.html' title='2007 Statistics'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4995822089368950022</id><published>2007-11-21T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:45:03.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brava Novella Finalist</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I have great news! My entry in the &lt;a href="http://www.bravaauthors.com/forum/viewforum.php?f=5"&gt;2007 BRAVA Novella Contest&lt;/a&gt; was selected as a Reader's Choice finalist! To say I'm over the moon is an understatement of the year. Out of over 300 entries!!! This is such an honor and I'm both thrilled and humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to the wonderful BRAVA authors (whose books line my shelves) who had the awesome, and unenviable, task of judging the entries. I'd also like to extend a hearty thanks to Kensington and most especially Kate Duffy for hosting the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news will certainly make that extra large slice of Million Dollar Pound Cake I always have after Thanksgiving dinner worth every butter-moist, scrumptious bite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to all those who entered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4995822089368950022?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4995822089368950022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4995822089368950022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4995822089368950022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4995822089368950022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/11/brava-novella-finalist.html' title='Brava Novella Finalist'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-9052113304358096862</id><published>2007-11-20T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:31:23.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's almost Thanksgiving and I can honestly say, I'm looking forward to not eating too much (in one sitting, that is). LOL. It's all about pacing oneself which is important in everything - not just writing. Although I have read books lately that make me question the concept of pacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read books that move at a snail's pace and also those that are intent on beating the turtle &amp;amp; the hare to the finish line. Then of course, there are those that discover a happy medium between the two. Pacing is vitally important unless you want a reader sailing your book against the wall with a pitch worthy of Manny Ramirez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacing problems can be conquered by considering the purpose of a scene and how it's moving the story along. I've written great scenes just riddled with angst, tension and outstanding dialogue and you know what? They added absolutely NOTHING to the story at all. That's when I know I've fallen into feeding my own ego and have left the characters doing nothing but hanging out - just chilling - while I take over THEIR story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when physical action isn't taking place, the story still needs to move forward. But even if you have what I call "relaxation" scenes (i.e., sequels), there still needs to be a purpose to the introspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move the story forward and at the end of the scene the reader should have learned something new about the character(s). Otherwise, what is the point besides boring the reader - and who wants to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Writing &amp;amp; Happy Reading!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-9052113304358096862?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/9052113304358096862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=9052113304358096862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/9052113304358096862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/9052113304358096862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/11/pacing.html' title='Pacing'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4024378387844916010</id><published>2007-10-17T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:59:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vampire in My Dreams - New Young Adult Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Terry Lee Wilde has written an engaging, action-filled novel published by Samhain Publishing. Read the blurb below&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bites when a seventeen-year-old vampire and witch tangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa Lakeland faces her worst nightmare one dark and misty night when she chases a gorgeous hunk of a guy to prove he’s a vampire. So why does the thought of tall, dark and vampiric appeal to Marissa, when there’s no way a vampire can compel a witch to do his bidding? At least that’s what she’s read in vampire lore. But lore can be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fledgling vampire Dominic Vorchowski knows Marissa’s the only one who can save him. Only why does she have to be a witch? Fate has thrown him together with the bewitching Marissa and if he gains her trust, he’ll have his life back again. Except for that whole eternal thirst for blood thing. And the fangs. Not to mention the aversion to intense sunlight. In any event, he’s set his sights on one girl who’s totally off the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centuries-old vamp Lynetta wants Dominic to replace the lover she lost, and no teenaged witch is going to take her guy away. Dominic and Marissa must stop the vampiress from winning the battle of the night…but time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/books/the-vampirein-my-dreams"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Vampire...In My Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, available now from Samhain Publishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4024378387844916010?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4024378387844916010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4024378387844916010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4024378387844916010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4024378387844916010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/10/vampire-in-my-dreams-new-young-adult.html' title='The Vampire in My Dreams - New Young Adult Novel'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7419726391537719185</id><published>2007-09-16T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:57:14.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, don't go!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the season's almost over.  Yes, the heat was atrocious, but hey, I'm a summer baby. I can take it.  Besides, I have a love/hate relationship with winter. Yes, snow is pretty, but not when I have to drive around in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day traditionally signals the end of wearing white, but the fashion honchos in New York claim that's a-changing.  My personal viewpoint is as long as the temp climbs over 80 degrees, I'm okay.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good news!!  I tied as a finalist in a contest.  YEA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great summer. I'm off to check on the weather forecast so I'll know if I can wear white this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7419726391537719185?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7419726391537719185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7419726391537719185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7419726391537719185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7419726391537719185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/09/summer-dont-go.html' title='Summer, don&apos;t go!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-714312458028448419</id><published>2007-08-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:04:29.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/FunnySigns_revise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/FunnySigns_revise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I'm supposed to be writing, but why is it when you KNOW what you have to do, you feel like doing the exact opposite? I saw this photo in a small town (which shall remain nameless). It's so funny and so indicative of how small towns operate, I am compelled to post it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. That's enough of a break. Back to writing now. Does anyone know what a howler monkey sounds like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-714312458028448419?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/714312458028448419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=714312458028448419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/714312458028448419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/714312458028448419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-break.html' title='Taking a Break'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5953854970896792116</id><published>2007-07-27T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:46:52.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatou for You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I'm seeing this cute movie, &lt;em&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/em&gt;, it brought back memories of this great vegetable dish which was a favorite of my mother's (translation: we ate it a lot).  Although, I've seen it done in various ways with different flairs and touches (my mother used corn and bell pepper in hers), I'm partial to what I like. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version's below. I make a lot since it doesn't seem to last long in my house.  Notice I don't bother with exact measurements when it's stuff I make all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 TB of olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 large eggplant, cubed&lt;br /&gt;1-2 yellow squash (I love these so invariably, I include a bunch), sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 zucchini squash (Not so fond of these, so I don't use them as much), sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;4 large tomatoes, chopped or 2 cans (14.5 oz each) of diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;About a TB of oregano&lt;br /&gt;About a TSP of thyme and basil&lt;br /&gt;Dash of parsley&lt;br /&gt;Mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a saucepan, heat olive oil over medium heat. Add garlic and onions then add eggplant and squash. Cover and cook for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. As vegetables cook, add tomatoes and herbs. Sprinkle with mozzarella cheese before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing this has made me a tad hungry so I'm off to cook some ratatouille!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5953854970896792116?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5953854970896792116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5953854970896792116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5953854970896792116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5953854970896792116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/07/ratatou-for-you.html' title='Ratatou for You?'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7525866430098862567</id><published>2007-06-27T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:18:58.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Hooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a chance and entered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/blog"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samhain Publishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'s Best First Line Contest. I made it through round three before getting axed (That's the only Soprano's reference you'll find on this blog. LOL!). It was great practice and really reinforced the idea of the power of words. It is important to choose words that not only convey what you mean, but can do double duty to move the story along while carrying the maximum force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The sun rose higher in the sky as the temperature climbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The morning sun climbed toward its zenith, making an already warm, summer day unbearable - even in the shade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, the second sentence has more information about what type of day, the season and a range of time (not quite noon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Samhain! I still have some favorites in the contest and hope they continue to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hooks, one of my crit partners, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terry-spear.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terry Spear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, is presenting a wonderful class on writing hooks. The workshop title is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Hookers! Engaging the Reader from Start to Finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on November 1-30th. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celtichearts.org/chwksp.html#nov%201"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to write &amp;amp; enjoy SUMMER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7525866430098862567?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7525866430098862567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7525866430098862567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7525866430098862567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7525866430098862567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-hooked.html' title='Getting Hooked'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1863948588758781883</id><published>2007-06-03T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:09:48.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales of Romantic Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Interesting statistics compiled by Romance Writers of America and featured this week in Publishers Weekly. The article discusses the number of romance novels published in 2004, how readers obtained the last novel they read and where readers purchase the bulk of their books. Romantic fiction posted sales of $1.2 billion, far ahead of science fiction/fantasy ($512 million) and mysteries of ($405 million). Read the article in its entirety &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/CA6446650.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people put down romance novels when everyone wants to be romanced! Seriously, who doesn't want to find someone to love and appreciate them as they are? Answer: no one. Read a romance. They're not your mother's romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you purchase your novels? I don't have a set place to buy books. I look for them pretty much anywhere and because I subscribe to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.romantictimes.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romantic Times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I know what's coming out that interests me beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain bookstores have better romance sections than others while still others break out romance into niches, such as paranormal, suspense, etc. Frankly, I think the reason some bookstores have romances sectioned in what might appear to be a haphazard manner is so that you'll stay in the store longer looking for a particular book and in the meantime, find other books that may appeal to you . Trust me, I've fallen for this marketing tactic more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a store has a buyer who loves romance, then the store will have a great selection. This reminds me the librarians in the town where I grew up. When new books arrived, I received a call at home to let me know what they thought may interest me. I loved that! It was the height of customer service. To this day, they still ask my family about me. I'll have to go in and visit. Of course, it'll be even better when I publish my own and can autograph them personally. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1863948588758781883?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1863948588758781883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1863948588758781883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1863948588758781883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1863948588758781883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/06/sales-of-romantic-fiction.html' title='Sales of Romantic Fiction'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-5193436221654615774</id><published>2007-05-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:47:11.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Congrats to the Cavaliers!  They'll be meeting the Spurs on Thursday. All in all, I believe it will be an exciting match-up. And since my fave teams are not in the finals, I'll be rooting equally for the Cavs and the Spurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-5193436221654615774?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/5193436221654615774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=5193436221654615774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5193436221654615774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/5193436221654615774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/05/nba-finals.html' title='NBA Finals'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4976739511479767195</id><published>2007-05-04T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:50:33.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Playoffs II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, Miami is out as is Dallas, the team they beat to become last year's champion. There's always next year. In the meantime, the Suns and the Warriors are looking great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4976739511479767195?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4976739511479767195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4976739511479767195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4976739511479767195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4976739511479767195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/05/nba-playoffs-ii.html' title='NBA Playoffs II'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-1286940903560912143</id><published>2007-04-26T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:19:37.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Playoffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Heat_BullsPlayoffs2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Heat_BullsPlayoffs2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone following the Playoffs? Looks like my fave Heat are in a wee bit of trouble at 0-2. Will they manage to pull off a game 3 win? I certainly hope so. But, the Bulls are coming on strong. Might there be winner blowing in from the Windy City?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-1286940903560912143?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/1286940903560912143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=1286940903560912143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1286940903560912143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/1286940903560912143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/04/nba-playoffs.html' title='NBA Playoffs'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-9137069486064725207</id><published>2007-04-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:56:13.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad to say, but with Sanjaya gone, it was time for the serious competition to begin. I wasn't blown away by anyone Tuesday night, but I thought they did okay. Wasn't I surprised last night when everyone was safe! I was certain LaKisha's time had come. It was a great show, very inspiring and if you didn't call in to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;donate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Do it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-9137069486064725207?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/9137069486064725207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=9137069486064725207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/9137069486064725207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/9137069486064725207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/04/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-7224983754778356132</id><published>2007-04-12T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:15:39.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Besame Mucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a quick post because I'm buried. If I didn't get so much junk mail, clutter would be nonexistent for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, don't slam me ya'll. But seriously, did anyone else really like Sanjaya's rendition of Besame Mucho? I love that song! It was the perfect vehicle for his voice. Maybe all this time he's been choosing the wrong songs and this time he finally got it right. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-7224983754778356132?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/7224983754778356132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=7224983754778356132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7224983754778356132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/7224983754778356132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/04/besema-mucho.html' title='Besame Mucho'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-4552176512144234138</id><published>2007-03-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:10:42.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things about Getting Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, The Miami Herald carried an article entitled &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;5 Things You Didn't Know About Getting Older&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mounting Health Risk&lt;/span&gt;. Alzheimer's disease now surpasses diabetes, influenza and pneumonia as a cause of death for people age 65 and older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Average life span is now 77.6 years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eat less to Life Longer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It's expensive&lt;/span&gt;. In the past decade, average prescription costs have tripled from $542 in 1992 to $1,750 in 2002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;How long will you live&lt;/span&gt;? Get an idea from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingto100.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Expectancy Calendar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/&lt;/a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is all well and good information to know (perhaps all but the life expectancy). Do you really want to know how many days you have left? What if there's a computer glitch and you actually have longer to live than you think. When informed of the glitch while standing in front of the judge because of a crime of passion you committed after learning of your impending demise, will you demand a do-over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think I'll keep on my current schedule and be surprised when I discover time up because as we all know...worry ages. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-4552176512144234138?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/4552176512144234138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=4552176512144234138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4552176512144234138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/4552176512144234138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/03/5-things-about-getting-older.html' title='5 Things about Getting Older'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-489633957463023621</id><published>2007-03-14T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:27:02.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/FloweringDogwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/FloweringDogwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess what I'm seeing around the city? Yes, that's right. Dogwoods are in bloom! They're very noticeable now that the days are warm and sunny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spring is just around the corner, peeking to see if we're ready. I certainly am and I don't even mind that it wasn't too long ago that I packed up the summer clothes to bring down the winter clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-489633957463023621?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/489633957463023621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=489633957463023621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/489633957463023621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/489633957463023621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/03/ready-for-spring.html' title='Ready for Spring'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-6949422212559198897</id><published>2007-02-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T10:05:48.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The WICKED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know that sounds ominous, but i mean that in a good way! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wicked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is out and on shelves!! Omigoodness, I am such a huge fan of L. A. Banks. View the cover in the What I'm Reading section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is book 8 in a 12-book series. And right before a new book comes out, I go back and re-read all the previous ones (to get myself in the right frame of mind). Time-consuming? You bet, but oh-so satisfying. Like Anne Rice or Sherrilyn Kenyon? Then, you'll like L.A. Banks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I actually bought the first book in the series (Minion) on a recommendation, but nearly two years passed before I actually read it. When I did and fell in love with the characters, I quickly bought the second book and the rest is history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hands down, my favorite characters has to be the enigmatic Carlos Rivera, former Vampire Councilman and now Neturu. It's hard to stay upset with him long because he is always trying to do the right thing, but only Carlos can get caught somewhere slightly to the left of right and still manage to save the day...and his soul in the process. I can spend hours fantasizing about which actor should play him in a movie. I won't bore you with who I personally believe that should be, but did I happen to mention Adam Rodriguez is&lt;strong&gt; the&lt;/strong&gt; reason I watch CSI: Miami? Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a reward for completing my synopsis for my WIP which is a romantic suspense, I am settling down to lose myself in the fabulous world of Neturus, evil Cain and Lilith, and the Guardians of the Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay on the side of the Light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-6949422212559198897?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/6949422212559198897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=6949422212559198897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6949422212559198897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/6949422212559198897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/02/wicked.html' title='The WICKED...'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-117094992409761000</id><published>2007-02-08T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:32:36.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/StealingAmyII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/StealingAmyII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Check out one of my critique partners debut novel published by Triskelion. It's a fantastic chick lit. Randy Jeanne is very talented and has the right voice for this genre. The blurb is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Harrington can't believe her identity's been stolen-after all, who'd want such a pathetic life? But when repercussions threaten her mother's social standing (God forbid!), Amy goes after the thief herself. The chase leads her to Mexico where she snags a job with Nick Cavenaugh--a straight-arrow kinda guy who's doing some life -reclaiming of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy neglects to come clean about her real name, who she's after, or why she's really in Mexico because...What Nick doesn't know can't hurt him, can it? Stranded in a steamy jungle, she's about to find out. Amy may be after the woman who stole her life, but will Nick end up stealing Amy's heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.triskelionpublishing.net/Product74170/Stealing_Amy_Randy_Jeanne.html?CategoryID=2920&amp;amp;Index=8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to read more about Amy's adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-117094992409761000?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/117094992409761000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=117094992409761000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/117094992409761000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/117094992409761000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/02/debut-novel.html' title='Debut Novel'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-117094946043327399</id><published>2007-02-08T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:48:06.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did anyone watch the Superbowl? What am I asking. Of course you watched. I don't have a favorite team. I just enjoy a good game and it was good. I've learned to limit the amount of sports I watch though. I get too involved and it's way too easy to become a loudmouth, ranting fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister was in one of the commercials so if you were watching them (and not taking a bathroom break), you saw her! And this time, her entire body - not just her hands - was on TV. Yes sir, that girl is going places. Glad I can say I knew her when. Maybe I'll sell her most embarrassing photos to the National Enquirer. Oops. She reads my blog, so I'd better watch what I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And Prince! In the rain! Oh the sheer pleasure. He brought back some memories, didn't he? I had to blast a few songs the next day just to honor him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-117094946043327399?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/117094946043327399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=117094946043327399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/117094946043327399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/117094946043327399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/02/superbowl-commercials.html' title='Superbowl Commercials'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116896544882985529</id><published>2007-01-16T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:39:54.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Useful Ways to Benefit your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we're about two weeks into the new year. Resolutions abound, but if you're like me, normally mine have hit the wayside by March or so. So instead of the normal weight loss decree, I'm going to try some different ones. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resolve to learn a new skill (either utilize online courses or evening classes at a local college. Can be something to further you in your occupation or something that you've always wanted to learn).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resolve to have more fun (be a kid at heart).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resolve to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resolve to expand your friendship circle (reach out to people you haven't spoken with lately).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resolve to update your resume (always have a current resume handy. You may have only a few hours to react an opportunity).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fee free to suggest any that you plan to implement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116896544882985529?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116896544882985529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116896544882985529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116896544882985529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116896544882985529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-useful-ways-to-benefit-your-life.html' title='5 Useful Ways to Benefit your Life'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116762341382862734</id><published>2006-12-31T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:54:21.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Nuevo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/fireworks_full_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/fireworks_full_2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just wanted to wish everyone a happy and healthy 2007!  May you have improved health, loss of weight and an increase of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;!!!!!HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116762341382862734?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116762341382862734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116762341382862734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116762341382862734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116762341382862734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/12/feliz-ano-nuevo.html' title='Feliz Ano Nuevo!!!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116646646469529586</id><published>2006-12-18T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:37:11.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you get your Ideas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was asked this question the other day. My answer was just about everywhere. Snippets of conversations, news stories, catalogs, magazines, billboards. Um, anywhere and indeed, everywhere. The idea for one of my heroes was found on the Internet. I ask you, what better reason than research is there for looking at cute men? Here's a photo of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Hero_I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Hero_I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nice, huh? Anyway, photos normally get me wondering about the person's personality, type of career, past hurts, phobias, etc. I love characterization. People are so complex and filled with contradictions. Seriously, if it hadn't been for the lab rats, I'd have majored in psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116646646469529586?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116646646469529586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116646646469529586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116646646469529586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116646646469529586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-do-you-get-your-ideas_18.html' title='Where do you get your Ideas?'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116602741498167941</id><published>2006-12-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:06:13.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What my day is like</title><content type='html'>Some days are just...there are no words. Perhaps a photo will say it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/CantStopEating.jpg?t=1166027325"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/CantStopEating.jpg?t=1166027325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116602741498167941?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116602741498167941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116602741498167941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116602741498167941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116602741498167941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-my-day-is-like.html' title='What my day is like'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116493167319364299</id><published>2006-11-30T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:09:26.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Time to Say Goodbye to 2006!</title><content type='html'>Omigoodness. This is the last day of November. Only 31 more days to go before I create another well-meaning list of things to accomplish for 2007. Only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more days before I rush to try and complete at least ONE of the things on my 2006 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3320/3210/1600/179431/November%202006%20Calendar%20BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3320/3210/320/49458/November%202006%20Calendar%20BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the time go? Just yesterday it was January 2006. Do you think I can lose 10 pounds in one month? Yeah, I don't think I can either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116493167319364299?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116493167319364299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116493167319364299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116493167319364299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116493167319364299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-almost-time-to-say-goodbye-to-2006.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Time to Say Goodbye to 2006!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116345081384777561</id><published>2006-11-13T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:18:21.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of Looking Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Kim_0031B-n-WSample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/Kim_0031B-n-WSample.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was attacking a pile of magazine clutter the other night (I don't know why I just don't turn down offers to subscribe. Either I'm a glutton for punishment or the telemarketer catches me in a good mood), I found an article describing the steps to take for the perfect pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I always mean to get regular pedicures, but I'm waiting until my toenails look good enough to have a professional working on them. The articles goes on to say how the cuticles of your toenails should be as soft and pliable as your fingernail cuticles. Huh? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering to pay attention to my fingernail cuticles is hard enough, you mean I actually have to bend down and care about the icky skin of my toenails too? Great. Guess that's one more thing to add to the neverending Keep-the-body-up To Do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo? I'd love to say it's my hand, but the truth is it's my sister's...a nationally-known hand model (who regularly gets mani and pedicures). Maybe I'll bite the bullet and endure a pedicure...then again, maybe I'll just opt to keep sock manufacturers in business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116345081384777561?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116345081384777561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116345081384777561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116345081384777561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116345081384777561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/11/cost-of-looking-good.html' title='The Cost of Looking Good'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116241325836967426</id><published>2006-11-01T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:29:18.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/ColorfulCaribbeanMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/tammyff/ColorfulCaribbeanMap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and dreary where I am today. Just the type of weather to make you think of grabbing a cup of tea, a warm throw and curling up with a good book (the one I'm reading by Brenda Jackson is excellent). Or, fantasize that you're at the beach, the sun warming your skin as you surrender every care and worry in favor of pondering crucial world matters, like who has the job of setting the next trend in swimming trunks? Or, how does one get a job at The Warnerco Group, the company that makes Speedo? Wait. Here's a better question, who's in charge of hiring the models?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm sitting at the computer (and apparently, you are too), what better way to seek inspiration on a dismal day than to &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/activities/events/weddings/honeymoon/planning/fantasyisland.html?from=wed"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;discover your fantasy Caribbean island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116241325836967426?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116241325836967426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116241325836967426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116241325836967426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116241325836967426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/11/searching-for-inspiration.html' title='Searching for Inspiration'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116170243766294511</id><published>2006-10-24T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:14:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Addicted....to Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit. I accept my fate. Someone call the hotline. I LOVE this show! Why? Wait, all the excitement just fizzled right outta me. I have no idea. EXCEPT, wouldn't you want to know what it's like to be able to do something extraordinary that no one else can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, who didn't fantasize about being Wonder Woman? (Oops, telling my age with that one). What about Storm? Or Wolverine? Talk about a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one character on &lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt;, Matt Parkman (the policeman - remember him from &lt;em&gt;Alias&lt;/em&gt;?), who has the ability to hear other people's thoughts. Initially I thought that was a good thing. But now...hmm. Would I really want to know what my friend thinks about me while we're having a conversations? Picture this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, girl. Haven't talked to you in a while. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend&lt;/strong&gt;: Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIEND'S THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Not that you'd care. Guess you don't have long distance.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How are the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend&lt;/strong&gt;: Fine. They're getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIEND'S THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You haven't seen them in so long you can't pick them out of a lineup.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crap. My other line's ringing. I'll have to call you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't worry. I'll call you back next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIEND'S THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Hell will have frozen over and people will be ice skating on that sucker before I pick up the phone. Why am I friends with her anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See? I'd ruin a perfectly good friendship if I could hear someone's thoughts. Nope, not the gift for me.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. My phone's ringing. Has hell frozen over? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116170243766294511?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116170243766294511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116170243766294511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116170243766294511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116170243766294511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-addictedto-heroes.html' title='I&apos;m Addicted....to Heroes'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-116067106619491323</id><published>2006-10-12T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:48:52.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critique Partner Publishing Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3320/3210/1600/Pam"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3320/3210/320/Pam%27s%20Book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my fabulous critique partners has a fantastic new book published by New Concepts Publishing. Love that cover! And guess what? She's celebrating by hosting a contest that runs until October 20th to win a download of her debut novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a short synopis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER PROTECTOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Pamela Tyner Fleeing the law and a violent boyfriend, Tricia Stephens returns to the hometown she left years ago, never intending to return. But when Matt follows her she has no choice but to seek protection from the one man she learned early on that she could not trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint's sister was killed by her abusive husband, and he isn't about to allow that to happen to anyone else he cares for. Unfortunately, their past still haunts both of them and the act of love he used to set Tricia free has destroyed her trust in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamelatyner.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here to enter Pamela's contest&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamelatyner.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-116067106619491323?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/116067106619491323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=116067106619491323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116067106619491323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/116067106619491323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/10/critique-partner-publishing-debut.html' title='Critique Partner Publishing Debut'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-115869888589720707</id><published>2006-09-19T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:49:31.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Reading Now - Check out the Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I completed a synopsis so as my reward I had a chance to read a book from the 'ole to-be-read pile. I know. I know. Summer ends in about 2 more days. But that's why I had to read this one--in celebration of a great summer season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori Foster is one of my all time favorite authors in the contemporary genre. I started reading her books a while back and she never disappoints. Any anthology with her name on it, I typically buy. &lt;em&gt;Luscious &lt;/em&gt;was a funny story. Hero won my heart. I don't need to go on about Lori's trademark love scenes. I can...but I won't. Read it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin McCarthy has an amazing story in this book with &lt;em&gt;It's About Time&lt;/em&gt;. It was a hilarious read about a cute, clueless hero who happens to be built like a wrestler. Gave a fresh twist to the switch of male/female dynamics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Garvey's &lt;em&gt;Wish you Were Here &lt;/em&gt;gives a reformed rock band member a chance at love. I am currently finishing this one and I like the chemistry between Mackenzie and Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I were lying on the shores of Paradise Island, this book would make the perfect accompaniment. Even if you're surrounded by walls, this is a great read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-115869888589720707?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/115869888589720707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=115869888589720707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115869888589720707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115869888589720707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-im-reading-now-check-out-cover.html' title='What I&apos;m Reading Now - Check out the Cover'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-115686965221081560</id><published>2006-08-29T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:08:16.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get the creative juices flowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What gets your creative juices flowing? When I've hit a block, my primary action is to read a book in my TBR pile. There's nothing like curling up with a great story to motivate me to write. Living in the pages of an engaging tale - YUM! I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some other ideas I've used to get the creative juices flowing again: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Write a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Write anything for a set amount of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Start with a minute or five minutes. Write whatever comes to mind. Don't edit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write a letter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. With the popularity of email, letter writing as decreased greatly. What better way to keep in practice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Random drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Become a kid again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Look at a photo and describe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This benefit is two-fold. Gets the creativity going and makes you exercise at the same time. Like I always say, once you get out there you have to get back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Practice yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I love yoga. Focusing on your movements and breathing really forces the clutter from your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Think about your story right before going to sleep. I've used this a lot. Most times when I awake, I'll know what needs to happen next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are some things that work for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-115686965221081560?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/115686965221081560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=115686965221081560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115686965221081560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115686965221081560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/08/get-creative-juices-flowing.html' title='Get the creative juices flowing'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-115565701076905632</id><published>2006-08-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:50:12.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting your Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm revising my heroine--a do-over if you will. I'm removing her wimpy tendencies and letting her be herself which is an act-now-think-about-it-later woman. She takes risks and doesn't allow herself to be held within boundaries. Guess what? I actually like her better. No big surprise, huh? I liked her before, but she really appears to have come alive now. I saw her in my mind previously, but now it's like any moment she's going to sit down beside me. Here's how our conversation would go if she walked into my office right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why do you look like you've been hit by lightening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; It's the heat. I love living in Texas, but seriously, I should marry a rich man so I can have a summer house in Colorado. My hair does not like humidity. Hey, is there some place around here I can buy a wig? Ooh, maybe a short one. I'd look like Halle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In a dream world perhaps. What's in your hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; A ticket a cop gave me for speeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; Girl please. I drive a Mustang. I mean, if they don't want people to drive fast, why make the speedometer go past 70? And why make sportscars? If you can't speed on the highway, where do police expect you to speed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought about some of my favorite heroines before I began toughening my girl up. And the ones I love long after the story ended are those with gutsy heroines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how did my girl end up a wimp? Good question. The answer? I didn't trust her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried to "fit" her into my plot. In other words, I clipped her wings and didn't allow her to fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I'm trusting her to do her own thing. I'm just along for the ride...however, if I end up hanging on to the bumper of her Mustang as she does wheelies in the middle of nowhere...I'm clipping her wings again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-115565701076905632?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/115565701076905632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=115565701076905632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115565701076905632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115565701076905632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/08/trusting-your-character.html' title='Trusting your Character'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-115444987447969453</id><published>2006-08-01T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:34:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plotting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what? I've sent a query off and am working on completing my plot for another novella. To me, plotting is like washing dishes. You don't like it, but you gotta do it, right? Otherwise, dirty dishes will run you out of your home. Same way with a weak plot. Well, you won't run from home, but you might drop kick that book right out the window. Let's just say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; don't want to be the author of the book that comes sailing out of your window to bonk an unsuspecting pedestrian on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-115444987447969453?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/115444987447969453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=115444987447969453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115444987447969453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115444987447969453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/08/plotting.html' title='Plotting'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-115377991812939757</id><published>2006-07-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:29:07.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia will be on my mind this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As my critique partners head to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the RWA conference, I sure will miss them. No conference for me this year, but I'm definitely making plans to be in Dallas in '07. Why am I not going to the ATL? This is my 10th wedding anniversary year and my husband and I will be celebrating. Yes, I had to make a choice. It was hard, but I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-115377991812939757?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/115377991812939757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=115377991812939757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115377991812939757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115377991812939757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/07/georgia-will-be-on-my-mind-this-week.html' title='Georgia will be on my mind this week'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-115343178450108851</id><published>2006-07-20T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:27:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...since I've posted. Actually, I just wanted to use that title of my favorite Staind song. What have I been up to? I've been busy writing and trying to clean my house at the same time. If I only had two more hands....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-115343178450108851?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/115343178450108851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=115343178450108851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115343178450108851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115343178450108851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-115134722717193000</id><published>2006-06-26T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:41:13.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Champions Miami Heat:  A Lesson in Perseverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3320/3210/1600/Miami_Champions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3320/3210/320/Miami_Champions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Miami's stunning come-from-behind victory to win the &lt;strong&gt;NBA Championships&lt;/strong&gt; proves that success comes from never giving up. Getting to the door doesn't count if you're not going to have the strength to walk through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching Dwayne Wade and Shaq made me realize that you have to keep your goals in front of you and the day you don't, is the day you start to fall behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. I'm still celebrating for Miami. LOVE those guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-115134722717193000?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/115134722717193000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=115134722717193000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115134722717193000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115134722717193000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/06/nba-champions-miami-heat-lesson-in.html' title='NBA Champions Miami Heat:  A Lesson in Perseverance'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30010656.post-115084256077274627</id><published>2006-06-20T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:28:20.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Whew! This wasn't as hard as it seems. I guess I'm blasting into the sphere of technology! Hold on for the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30010656-115084256077274627?l=lizfalkner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/feeds/115084256077274627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30010656&amp;postID=115084256077274627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115084256077274627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30010656/posts/default/115084256077274627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizfalkner.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-did-it.html' title='I Did it!!'/><author><name>Liz Falkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424565238577085369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
