<?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-247511554806622802</id><updated>2012-01-03T10:10:14.076-05:00</updated><category term='Pippi Poem'/><category term='NaNoWriMo'/><category term='interview'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Reality Ali'/><category term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><category term='YAAYNHO'/><category term='promo'/><category term='links'/><category term='writing'/><category term='poetry Friday'/><category term='auction'/><title type='text'>Simply Put</title><subtitle type='html'>The Writing Blog of Christine Marciniak</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2316609320380072121</id><published>2012-01-03T09:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:53:54.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Ahead to 2012</title><content type='html'>I think this is going to be a good year. I've got three projects in various stages that I'm working on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is &lt;i&gt;Reality Ali&lt;/i&gt;. I'm in edits on that for a publication date sometime this spring. I'm very excited about this story finally making it's way into the world. Ali is a story that went through more edits and variations than I can count and she deserves her day in the sun. I'll be talking about this story a lot in the months ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is &lt;i&gt;Emily's Song&lt;/i&gt;. This is the story that I'm currently shopping around, so hopefully the year will bring good news for this time travel story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, I'm in early revisions on a new story  - working title &lt;i&gt;Once Upon a Princess&lt;/i&gt;. This was this year's NaNoWriMo story and now it's time to whip it into shape. Early revisions are exciting, because although the basics of the story are in place, there is still so much possibility to work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to a great writing year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about anyone else? What are your hopes, dreams, plans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2316609320380072121?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2316609320380072121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2012/01/looking-ahead-to-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2316609320380072121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2316609320380072121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2012/01/looking-ahead-to-2012.html' title='Looking Ahead to 2012'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8273116239116846950</id><published>2012-01-01T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:17:47.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Ali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>A New Year a New Start</title><content type='html'>The year has turned. The calendar has changed. It's a time for looking back and reflecting and looking ahead and planning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I have something big to look forward to. My second book, Reality Ali, will be coming out with Zumaya Publications this spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for more information as the year unfolds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8273116239116846950?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8273116239116846950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8273116239116846950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8273116239116846950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='A New Year a New Start'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5479717248943499846</id><published>2011-05-20T08:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:22:34.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pippi Poem'/><title type='text'>Poetry Friday - Snow White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://julielarios.blogspot.com/2011/05/poetry-friday-poems-of-stacy-gnall.html" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 91px;" alt="" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/chndlrsblog/RlehRuSN-mI/AAAAAAAAByY/kPBHs6GZVPY/poetry%20friday%20button.JPG?imgmax=144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've posted for Poetry Friday, but my 14 year old daughter recently presented me with a couple of new poems, so I thought I'd share one of them. This is Snow White. You think you know the story, right? Well, here's another take.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by KRM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wax in a coffin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her smiles, her charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hardened into the frowns of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to reach out and touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My childhood friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet Bianca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But her Guardians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Squat, squinty old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her hands are clasped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over her heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blood-red, ripe is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clutched in them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over her stopped heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I turn away, I notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a bite in the apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Guardian with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A long beard and circular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growls at me that it's decoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He harrumphs and won't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speak more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bianca's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who cares about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A stupid apple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I walk back to my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home without my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But something pulls me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't leave;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bianca here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With these crones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll take her body with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll stand vigil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't leave her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tell the Guardians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the look sort of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shocked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I plead to caress her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skin one last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I stand vigil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reluctant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They open the coffin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lid of glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of Bianca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can escape &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I touch her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afraid at first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I don't know what I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lean over and kiss her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like she never let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In real life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She'd kill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her eyes blink open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She screams against my kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She pushes me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xavier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She cries my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the &lt;i&gt;hell &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Poetry Friday Round up is by Julie Larios at &lt;a href="http://julielarios.blogspot.com/2011/05/poetry-friday-poems-of-stacy-gnall.html"&gt;The Drift Record&lt;/a&gt;. Stop by for great poems. &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/247511554806622802-5479717248943499846?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5479717248943499846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2011/05/poetry-friday-snow-white.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5479717248943499846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5479717248943499846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2011/05/poetry-friday-snow-white.html' title='Poetry Friday - Snow White'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8367173952048068482</id><published>2011-05-18T10:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:53:42.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAAYNHO'/><title type='text'>Talking about Required Reading</title><content type='html'>Does being forced to read classics make students smarter, or does it just annoy them? Join the conversation over at &lt;a href="http://obscurekidlitauthors.blogspot.com/2011/05/required-reading.html"&gt;YA Authors You've Never Heard Of.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8367173952048068482?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8367173952048068482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2011/05/talking-about-required-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8367173952048068482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8367173952048068482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2011/05/talking-about-required-reading.html' title='Talking about Required Reading'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8859288012887151498</id><published>2011-03-23T09:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:14:55.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAAYNHO'/><title type='text'>Are We Writing For the Typical Teen?</title><content type='html'>And should we be?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just who is the 'typical' teen anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My take on this over at &lt;a href="http://obscurekidlitauthors.blogspot.com/2011/03/typical-teen.html"&gt;YA Authors You've Never Heard Of&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8859288012887151498?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8859288012887151498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-we-writing-for-typical-teen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8859288012887151498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8859288012887151498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-we-writing-for-typical-teen.html' title='Are We Writing For the Typical Teen?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2530791460981100118</id><published>2011-02-23T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:56:02.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAAYNHO'/><title type='text'>Pop Culture and Contemporary Stories</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging about pop culture over at &lt;a href="http://obscurekidlitauthors.blogspot.com/2011/02/does-your-pop-culture-date-your-story.html"&gt;YA Authors You've Never Heard Of&lt;/a&gt; today. Stop by and join the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2530791460981100118?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2530791460981100118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2011/02/pop-culture-and-contemporary-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2530791460981100118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2530791460981100118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2011/02/pop-culture-and-contemporary-stories.html' title='Pop Culture and Contemporary Stories'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-98746804286343643</id><published>2010-11-15T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:01:45.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><title type='text'>School Newspapers</title><content type='html'>I never wrote for my high school newspaper. I'm pretty sure we had one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did write for my college newspaper. I remember a fascinating story about elevators and I did a series of columns about my experience as an exchange student in London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I never interviewed an author. Maybe I should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I've been interviewed for a school paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jillian, a high school student who edits the &lt;i&gt;The Panther Press&lt;/i&gt; did an interview with me for her school paper. How cool is that? Go &lt;a href="http://novelreaction.com/2010/11/interview-with-author-christine-marciniak/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the interview!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-98746804286343643?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/98746804286343643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-newspapers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/98746804286343643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/98746804286343643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-newspapers.html' title='School Newspapers'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5425211328422598662</id><published>2010-11-12T07:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:10:25.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pippi Poem'/><title type='text'>Poetry Friday - I Am The Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://childrens-literacy.com/2010/11/11/poetry-friday-lots-of-dots-and-a-roundup-too/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 91px;" alt="" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/chndlrsblog/RlehRuSN-mI/AAAAAAAAByY/kPBHs6GZVPY/poetry%20friday%20button.JPG?imgmax=144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Poetry Friday once again, and while I toil on for my NaNoWriMo word count (more than half-way there!) I present another poem by my daughter. This one was done as a school assignment and ultimately found it's way into our local newspaper.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TN0w_zkyT_I/AAAAAAAAD_8/LZXj4cRaxBc/s1600/sunset%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TN0w_zkyT_I/AAAAAAAAD_8/LZXj4cRaxBc/s320/sunset%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538636989469970418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Am The Wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;by KRM (grade 8)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am flowing, yet wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what its like to be still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear the whispering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the flowers waving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want them to join in my dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am flowing, yet wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pretend I make the world spin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel the thrill of the dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I touch the clouds' hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I worry I will be too harsh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cry when someone won't dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am flowing, yet wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand I won't live forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say, I live in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream the dance will live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to dance with the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope to dance all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am flowing, yet wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To read more poetry check out the Poetry Friday Round-up at&lt;a href="http://childrens-literacy.com/2010/11/11/poetry-friday-lots-of-dots-and-a-roundup-too/"&gt; Scrub-A-Dub-Tub&lt;/a&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/247511554806622802-5425211328422598662?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5425211328422598662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-friday-i-am-wind.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5425211328422598662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5425211328422598662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-friday-i-am-wind.html' title='Poetry Friday - I Am The Wind'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TN0w_zkyT_I/AAAAAAAAD_8/LZXj4cRaxBc/s72-c/sunset%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5765287084129962388</id><published>2010-11-10T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:14:46.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAAYNHO'/><title type='text'>Keep on Writing</title><content type='html'>Today I'm blogging about getting that writing done, even when life gets in the way, over at &lt;a href="http://obscurekidlitauthors.blogspot.com/"&gt;YA Authors You've Never Heard of&lt;/a&gt;. Stop on by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-5765287084129962388?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5765287084129962388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/keep-on-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5765287084129962388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5765287084129962388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/keep-on-writing.html' title='Keep on Writing'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7706878626778517875</id><published>2010-11-05T08:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:31:44.519-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry Friday'/><title type='text'>Poetry Friday - Romeo and Rosaline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.teachingauthors.com/2010/11/poetry-friday-roundup-and-couple-of-dog.html" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 91px;" alt="" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/chndlrsblog/RlehRuSN-mI/AAAAAAAAByY/kPBHs6GZVPY/poetry%20friday%20button.JPG?imgmax=144"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally jumping back onto the Poetry Friday bandwagon. I can do this because my daughter, the in-house poet, has agreed to supply me with new poems.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here, from my thirteen-year-old is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hello and Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;by KRM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Romeo you’re&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Too over-romantic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;For me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;To love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Too much talk,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Not too much love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Romeo, don’t you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Understand?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;No, of course not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You kiss my hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Foot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Knees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Anything but my lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You great fool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Romeo, you know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Nothing about love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You make a lover&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Want to join&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;A nunnery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Yes, this is a break-up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Sorry to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Break it to you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You’re a horrible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Boyfriend, with a skull&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;As thick as stone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I care not if you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Take this harshly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You always seemed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;To overreact, anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;So long,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Farewell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I don’t want to see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;The likes of you again!&lt;br /&gt;Adieu,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Goodbye,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I hope whatever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Girl you land next&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Is as thick as you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;So you can&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Have a fair relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Instead of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;The woman with the brains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;And the man without.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I care not for Montagues&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I’m impartial to Capulets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I do know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;That&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I’m never dating again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Gone to live my life as a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Carmelite Nun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I despise you men,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You make me gag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Do not weep over me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I weep not over you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I’m leaving this note&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;On thy doorstep,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;So as not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;To have to deal with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Tears and begging’s,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;“Please don’t go.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Signed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Rosaline &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;The Poetry Friday Roundup can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.teachingauthors.com/2010/11/poetry-friday-roundup-and-couple-of-dog.html"&gt;Teaching Authors&lt;/a&gt;. Go there and check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/247511554806622802-7706878626778517875?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7706878626778517875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-friday-romeo-and-rosaline.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7706878626778517875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7706878626778517875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-friday-romeo-and-rosaline.html' title='Poetry Friday - Romeo and Rosaline'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4404167524792127363</id><published>2010-11-04T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:28:36.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>Writing Through</title><content type='html'>Yesterday - day there of NaNoWriMo was quite a challenge. We had a family funeral and were out of the house for twelve hours. Real life can sometimes severely impact writing time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But true to part of the theory of NaNoWriMo - which is just keep writing, worry about fixing it later - I wrote. And I got in the number of words I needed to stay on track. Not sure how good many of them are - but I can worry about that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on Writing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4404167524792127363?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4404167524792127363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/writing-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4404167524792127363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4404167524792127363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/writing-through.html' title='Writing Through'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4653835027122430020</id><published>2010-11-03T06:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T06:41:00.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>Still Writing</title><content type='html'>Day two of NaNoWriMo found us still writing. Well, my daughter and I posted some word counts, not sure if my son worked on his story or not today. That's okay though - no pressure - it's supposed to be fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to get a bit ahead on my word count, knowing that there will be days when I won't have the chance to write. So far so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm making a lot of headway in this re-write. So it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4653835027122430020?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4653835027122430020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/still-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4653835027122430020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4653835027122430020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/still-writing.html' title='Still Writing'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1845549005043416625</id><published>2010-11-02T06:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T06:39:00.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>How Did Day One Go - NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM9sAS9dAVI/AAAAAAAAD-8/jdxboRCS4fM/s1600/PB010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM9sAS9dAVI/AAAAAAAAD-8/jdxboRCS4fM/s320/PB010001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, one day down. And how did we do?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my daughter and I both got in over 3000 words. Which put us well ahead of the 1667 needed per day to make the 50,000 word goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we also realize that there will be days we will not be able to meet our goals, so getting a bit ahead is not a bad thing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son got in over 700 words. He's doing NaNoWriMo through the Young Writer's Program and can set his own goal. He set a goal of 11,000 words, since he is almost 11. With that kind of a target he is write on track for meeting his goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM9sAiWrF8I/AAAAAAAAD_E/ADB6jk2sn88/s1600/PB010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM9sAiWrF8I/AAAAAAAAD_E/ADB6jk2sn88/s320/PB010003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he has a lot of other things he likes to do when he is on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM9sAzjcNjI/AAAAAAAAD_M/ihtnO5aJyMw/s1600/PB010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM9sAzjcNjI/AAAAAAAAD_M/ihtnO5aJyMw/s320/PB010005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;As for me, since the kids are home on fall break this week, I needed the headphones on so I could enter the cave state I need to write in. I used to be able to write with lots of distractions (ie in class in high school) but now it seems I need a bit more of a distraction free environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;So, that's how Day 1 went. How about everyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/247511554806622802-1845549005043416625?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1845549005043416625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-did-day-one-go-nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1845549005043416625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1845549005043416625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-did-day-one-go-nanowrimo.html' title='How Did Day One Go - NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM9sAS9dAVI/AAAAAAAAD-8/jdxboRCS4fM/s72-c/PB010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3672448953882063452</id><published>2010-11-01T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:40:43.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM7CAwTgx1I/AAAAAAAAD-s/h5UnZMnN60o/s1600/nanowrimo_participant_06_100x100.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM7CAwTgx1I/AAAAAAAAD-s/h5UnZMnN60o/s320/nanowrimo_participant_06_100x100.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534574310307448658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you NaNo?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, no, not "Nanu, Nanu" - we're not from Ork here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Novel Writing Month. The time when anyone can join up and let their inner novelist out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago I joined for the first time and actually completed a 50,000 page novel in two weeks. I even impressed myself with that one. That story is still in the revision process (I've been working on other things at the same time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I participated and was all ready to win again. But got the swine flu at the beginning of November. My momentum messed up and the story idea I had not taking off meant that I didn't finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'll try again this year. With a bit of a twist. I'm in the middle of a re-write that I really need to get done. So, I'm going to use that as my NaNo story. No, I'm not starting something completely new. But I will try to use the month to carry me through to the end of this revision. That is my plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids are both doing NaNoWriMo this year as well -using the Young Writer's Program. My daughter is also an official participant in the regular NaNoWriMo this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to start writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3672448953882063452?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3672448953882063452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3672448953882063452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3672448953882063452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TM7CAwTgx1I/AAAAAAAAD-s/h5UnZMnN60o/s72-c/nanowrimo_participant_06_100x100.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8579487602067179458</id><published>2010-08-15T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:07:07.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me at the Fair</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, August 21st, I'm going to be at the 1st annual &lt;a href="http://www.bringya2pa.com/2010/07/paya-2010-festival-all-details.html"&gt;PAYA Festival&lt;/a&gt;. The purpose of the festival is to bring more YA books and authors to Pennsylvania. I'm all for that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be 18 authors there for book signings, and I'm going to be one of them. There will also be workshops and prizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you are anywhere near the West Chester, PA area on Saturday stop by - and by sure to say hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8579487602067179458?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8579487602067179458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-me-at-fair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8579487602067179458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8579487602067179458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-me-at-fair.html' title='Meet Me at the Fair'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8400939902170469014</id><published>2010-08-05T19:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:52:27.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>An Interview and a Review</title><content type='html'>One of the members of the new blogging group "&lt;a href="http://obscurekidlitauthors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Young Adult Authors You've Never Heard Of&lt;/a&gt;" has interviewed me on her blog today. So go visit Janet over at&lt;a href="http://wwweclecticwriter.blogspot.com/2010/08/interview-christine-marciniak.html"&gt; The Eclectic Writer &lt;/a&gt;to see what I have to say about twirly mustaches (you'll just have to go on over there to see what I'm talking about.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also today there was a wonderfully sweet review of &lt;i&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;a href="http://novelreaction.com/2010/08/when-mike-kissed-emma-by-christine-marciniak/"&gt;Novel Reaction&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite line: "I loved reading this book and never wanted to put it down." (Who wouldn't love a line like that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's what's happening with me and When Mike Kissed Emma around the internet today. Meanwhile back at the ranch, I'm hunkered down in front of the air conditioning because it is very hot and humid and not getting much done because my son is watching clips from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074028/"&gt;The Muppet Show&lt;/a&gt; on the other computer and it's making it a little hard to concentrate. Hopefully we get some rain and a break in the humidity soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8400939902170469014?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8400939902170469014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/08/interview-and-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8400939902170469014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8400939902170469014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/08/interview-and-review.html' title='An Interview and a Review'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3674548034307570491</id><published>2010-08-02T11:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:07:21.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on a Monday</title><content type='html'>It's August. And it's Monday. And this means the summer is just flying by. It also brings home the point that I haven't been writing nearly as much as I should be. But there are reading/writing related things going on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TFbrV7I1POI/AAAAAAAAD9U/lK6RHzdgV3I/s200/alcatraz.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500842756764155106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I'm reading a book recommended to me by my son.Brandon Sanderson's &lt;a href="http://www.brandonsanderson.com/book/Alcatraz"&gt;Alcatraz vs. The Evil Librarians&lt;/a&gt;.  He considers it the best book in the entire universe and while I'm not sure I would give it that honor, it is a pretty fun book. And it makes the important point that the librarians control all the information out there. They are very powerful beings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) When I'm done reading Alcatraz I'll be reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Help-Kathryn-Stockett/dp/0399155341/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1280765017&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Help&lt;/a&gt; by Kathryn Stockett. I may be the last person in the country to read this book, but better late than never!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) It's time to do some revising on various of my manuscripts. I need to get my head around what one particular story is really about. This may require some peace and quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Peace and quiet are hard to come by these days. My daughter is at a theater camp from 9 to 4 for the next two weeks, leaving my son to wish to be entertained by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I will be at&lt;a href="http://www.bringya2pa.com/"&gt; PAYA Festival&lt;/a&gt; on August 21st signing copies of &lt;i&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/i&gt;. Will I see you there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3674548034307570491?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3674548034307570491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3674548034307570491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3674548034307570491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-monday.html' title='Five on a Monday'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TFbrV7I1POI/AAAAAAAAD9U/lK6RHzdgV3I/s72-c/alcatraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2203867403836321012</id><published>2010-07-28T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:18:29.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAAYNHO'/><title type='text'>Check Out This New Blog</title><content type='html'>Today I'm blogging over at &lt;a href="http://obscurekidlitauthors.blogspot.com/"&gt;YA Authors You've Never Heard Of&lt;/a&gt;. It's a great new venture put together by &lt;a href="http://christinenorris.livejournal.com/258150.html"&gt;Christine Norris&lt;/a&gt;. So if you head over there you can find out why I'm not famous even though I had a book published (It's because Oprah doesn't have my number).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2203867403836321012?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2203867403836321012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/07/check-out-this-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2203867403836321012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2203867403836321012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/07/check-out-this-new-blog.html' title='Check Out This New Blog'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4259993372352847526</id><published>2010-07-27T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:37:25.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>Crossed Out - a Ghost Story with a twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TE7trU1ZStI/AAAAAAAAD84/cFqJxCH-bqw/s1600/Crossed+Out_200X300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TE7trU1ZStI/AAAAAAAAD84/cFqJxCH-bqw/s320/Crossed+Out_200X300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498593523648776914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet has been very beneficial to my writing. Okay, it also added a whole new dimension to my procrastination, but there have been more positives then negatives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the positives was getting involved with a fabulous on-line critique group. These writing buddies have pushed me to be better and dig deeper than I ever thought possible, and the publication of &lt;i&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma &lt;/i&gt;was directly related to the influence and feedback I got from the group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the members of this group has a book that just came out last month and I want to take a moment to celebrate that achievement and tell about her book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kbaccellia.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kim Baccellia's&lt;/a&gt; newest book is called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crossed-Out-Kim-Baccellia/dp/1897562683/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1280241098&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Crossed Out&lt;/a&gt; and the premise is great fun. Stephanie Stewart has a special gift. She's a rescuer. She helps the souls of people who were murdered find their way to the light, by planting crosses that she builds and decorates at the site of the death. This helps to open the portal to heaven and the soul can follow the light and live in peace. Information about where to find the spirits that need help comes to her in dreams. The only downside is that it has to happen within 48 hours of the death, or the spirit will be trapped in this world. Oh, and everyone thinks of her as the crazy kid who sees dead people, which isn't doing much for her social life at high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course there has to be an added twist. That comes when the new kid at school shows up and seems to share Stephanie's gift. He's one hunky guy and Steph is mesmerized by him, but it's up to the boy next door to show her that the new guy may not be all he's cracked up to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast-paced and full of action, &lt;i&gt;Crossed Out&lt;/i&gt; is a quick read that is full of colorful descriptive details. Stephanie is a very real teenager who doesn't think of herself as a hero . She would much rather spend her time thinking about guys, then trying to guide dead people to the other side. But she takes her gift seriously and persists in helping, even when it seems that everyone is against her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim is currently working on a sequel to &lt;i&gt;Crossed Out&lt;/i&gt; and I'll be excited to see where she takes the characters next. While &lt;i&gt;Crossed Out&lt;/i&gt; wrapped up quite nicely, there were several unresolved threads that would make for a very interesting sequel. I look forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4259993372352847526?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4259993372352847526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/05/crossed-out-ghost-story-with-twist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4259993372352847526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4259993372352847526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/05/crossed-out-ghost-story-with-twist.html' title='Crossed Out - a Ghost Story with a twist'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/TE7trU1ZStI/AAAAAAAAD84/cFqJxCH-bqw/s72-c/Crossed+Out_200X300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2791324427520482282</id><published>2010-07-27T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:40:16.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Thing On?</title><content type='html'>Testing, testing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, two three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(taps on microphone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(annoying squeeing sound results)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, hello there. I seem to have been on an unplanned blog vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hope to be back to regularly scheduled blogging any day now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying their summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2791324427520482282?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2791324427520482282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-thing-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2791324427520482282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2791324427520482282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is This Thing On?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1462286452328083315</id><published>2010-05-28T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:50:40.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Never-Ending Spiral of Research</title><content type='html'>I suppose there does come a point where all the research is done and there is nothing more to learn about a time and place you are writing about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently working on a novel set in Boston in 1774-1775. There's a lot I don't know about the time and place (and the whole saga of why I've never yet been to Boston can be a post for another day), but there is a tremendous amount that can be learned from the internet and good old fashioned books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example. I thought I'd start the story with the beginning of the closing of the Boston Port on June 1, 1774. Then discovered that the new governor arrived in the province a couple of weeks before that. Perhaps that would make a better starting point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reports indicate that when General Gage (the new governor) arrived at Long Wharf he then proceeded up State Street (which would have been King Street then - thanks to an old map I found) in a parade up to the old State House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool, my character can be watching the parade of people going to the State House. Sounds like a good starting point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I read more. General Gage was escorted by the Boston Cadets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. Who were the Boston Cadets in 1774. Turns out they were headed by John Hancock and were the ceremonial military unit that did things like escort new governors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's what my character would see. And she could reflect on how smart they looked in their uniforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, wait. What did those uniforms look like? Back to Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out the uniforms were Scarlet coats with Buff trim. The waist-coat and breeches were white. The buttons were plain metal washed with silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what did all of this research get me? Well, my main character can correctly observe that the breeches were a stark white in the May sunshine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wonder why I only got a paragraph written yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(By the way if anyone knows what the weather was like on May 17, 1774 in Boston, feel free to share that information - my research didn't uncover that tidbit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1462286452328083315?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1462286452328083315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-ending-spiral-of-research.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1462286452328083315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1462286452328083315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-ending-spiral-of-research.html' title='The Never-Ending Spiral of Research'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4108035788700360763</id><published>2010-05-17T13:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:11:37.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Blogs on Monday</title><content type='html'>Mondays are tough. And since I front load my week with chores, Mondays often feel like they fly by without me even getting a chance to think a coherent thought. So today I want to share some blogs that celebrate writing for kids and teens.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I may not be from Texas, but the &lt;a href="http://texassweethearts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Texas Sweethearts&lt;/a&gt; have a special place in my heart. Jo Whittemore, P.J. Hoover and Jessica Lee Anderson have teamed up in a truly spectacular way. If you haven't watched any of their videos you are really missing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Vivian Mahoney is the&lt;a href="http://hipwritermama.blogspot.com/"&gt; HipWriterMama&lt;/a&gt; and she uses her blog to encourage writers with inspirational videos, thoughtful writing prompts and contests of all shapes and sizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.mitaliblog.com/"&gt;Mitali's Fire Escape&lt;/a&gt; is where Mitali Perkins chats about books between cultures. Thoughtful discussion and inspiration are never in short supply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least for today, a new blog and the reason I thought to do this post at all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://leaguewriters.blogspot.com/"&gt;The League of Extraordinary Writers&lt;/a&gt; is where four deput YA dystopian authors (Beth Revis, Julia Karr, Angie Smibert and Jeff Hirsch)  are gathering to discuss all things dystopian. Go check it out! They have a contest going right now - you might win something fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, to finish the laundry and put away the groceries and then maybe I'll get some writing in before the kids get home (see why I need inspirational blogs?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4108035788700360763?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4108035788700360763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/05/sharing-blogs-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4108035788700360763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4108035788700360763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/05/sharing-blogs-on-monday.html' title='Sharing Blogs on Monday'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2889076310351973847</id><published>2010-05-11T10:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:47:05.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Plot Fairy</title><content type='html'>You mean there isn't a plot fairy? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I leave candy? Would that help? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out I have no problem coming up with great situations for stories, but that the actual plot of the story tends to be a little more elusive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, the story I'm planning on working on next is historical fiction set at the time of the American Revolution. More specifically it's set in Boston during the time of the blockade of Boston and the Boston Siege. And here's the twist - the main character and her family are loyalists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neat set-up, right? But not a plot line in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because for there to be a plot something has to happen. My main character has to want something and there has to be something standing in her way and she should take action to overcome that obstacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the plot fairy is not dropping those things into my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was thinking about this, something occurred to me (unfortunately it wasn't a plot). My daughter complains that a lot of books she's read that are set in an earlier age tend to involve a girl who chafes against the restrictions put on her. For example, a girl who wants an advanced education, or to have an adventure, or to simply not have to sew all the time. And as I searched for the obstacle my heroine wants to overcome, I realized that provides a built in obstacle - the girl isn't happy with her situation and tries to change it. Instant plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think my character isn't going to mind sewing so very much, so I need to come up with something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any time you're ready, Plot Fairy.&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/247511554806622802-2889076310351973847?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2889076310351973847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting-for-plot-fairy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2889076310351973847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2889076310351973847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting-for-plot-fairy.html' title='Waiting for the Plot Fairy'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3390929358276790798</id><published>2010-04-20T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:33:31.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S82rrJSh2II/AAAAAAAAD6I/xJ8v887hc64/s1600/P4190017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S82rrJSh2II/AAAAAAAAD6I/xJ8v887hc64/s320/P4190017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462210680786638978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I know it's Tuesday, which gives you some idea of how my Monday went.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I've been working on my presentation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for my library event Tomorrow. This is the first time I've worked with power point. Luckily my kids know how to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make it do cool stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Allergies have been insane around here. The kids have trouble breathing, everyone's eye are itchy and teary, but we're muddling through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Little League game on Saturday. We lost 12 to 1 at which point the mercy rule was put into effect and the game ended (I think it was in the middle of the fourth inning). One good thing, my son got the one run for our team. Plus he pitched for the first time in over a year and did a pretty good job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S82rr6GFJAI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/eiAZavz6ccE/s1600/page+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S82rr6GFJAI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/eiAZavz6ccE/s320/page+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462210693887763458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. I pulled out a bunch of old stories and notebooks in preparation for my presentation. My kids got a hold of them and started reading. Nothing like your ten and 13-year-old telling you that you made a mistake here or this part was repetitive there. Have to keep reminding them that those are essentially unedited first drafts from when I was in high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S82rsAodbFI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/uTTh2pNBwYA/s1600/writing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S82rsAodbFI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/uTTh2pNBwYA/s320/writing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462210695642573906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I don't have a free night this week until Friday. I'm really looking forward to Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top picture: The stack of notebooks I pulled out - and I think there are more someplace else - this is all essentially variations on one story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Middle picture: A page from one of those notebooks, with commentary from myself and friends in the margins. (For a laugh, click on it and you can see it large enough to read some of it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom picture: Me, in high school - writing. Of course.&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/247511554806622802-3390929358276790798?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3390929358276790798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3390929358276790798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3390929358276790798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-monday.html' title='Five on Monday'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S82rrJSh2II/AAAAAAAAD6I/xJ8v887hc64/s72-c/P4190017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1749875230357518448</id><published>2010-04-16T11:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T14:49:08.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on a Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try to be a little consistent with blogging, so I'm going to try something new, like Five on Friday. Hope you like it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what has been driving my week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S8iuRro-3dI/AAAAAAAAD54/aNv0BYxones/s1600/P4160008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S8iuRro-3dI/AAAAAAAAD54/aNv0BYxones/s320/P4160008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460806166982352338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Getting ready for my first author event. Do you like the sign? How cool to drive down my local highway and see this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Last week was a great writing week, with thousands of words put down on paper. This week, not so much. I don't know what it is that makes some days so much more productive than others. Partly it's simply that real life interferes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S8iuSHADggI/AAAAAAAAD6A/b0hKio1mjR8/s1600/P4160010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S8iuSHADggI/AAAAAAAAD6A/b0hKio1mjR8/s320/P4160010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460806174326882818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Things like crocheting. I made a blanket this week. So, not a lot of words, but a whole blanket - so it's not like I wasn't being productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I read a book this week I didn't like. It was by a well-known author and I had read a previous book by this author, that I loved. Someone obviously liked this book though, because it was published. And that just helps to serve as a reminder of just how subjective this industry is. I didn't like this book. But yet a publisher (And I'm presuming many other people did). An agent wasn't interested in my latest work. But somewhere, there's one (or many) who will be. It's just a matter of finding that match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Facebook quote from my daughter: "I write to find out what happens next."&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/247511554806622802-1749875230357518448?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1749875230357518448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1749875230357518448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1749875230357518448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-friday.html' title='Five on a Friday'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S8iuRro-3dI/AAAAAAAAD54/aNv0BYxones/s72-c/P4160008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8979057246829029459</id><published>2010-03-29T13:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:11:41.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>Looking for a Cute Romance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:4816/39b9f7355506071b24536d2a5a3ebebb/image/8a6a25c313cf6368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:4816/39b9f7355506071b24536d2a5a3ebebb/image/8a6a25c313cf6368.jpg?size=320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;A couple of reviewers think that you'll find it in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. I couldn't be happier with the reviews I found online this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My favorite lines from them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Becky at &lt;a href="http://blbooks.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-mike-kissed-emma-mgya.html"&gt;Becky's Book Reviews&lt;/a&gt; had this to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 26, 10); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know I would have really really loved this one if I'd read it as a young teen.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 26, 10); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 26, 10); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And Lauren at &lt;a href="http://laurenscrammedbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-mike-kissed-emma-by-christine.html"&gt;Lauren's Crammed Bookshelf&lt;/a&gt; said this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 26, 10); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The plot was fun and fast paced leaving me to be constantly turning the pages, curious to see what would happen next.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 26, 10); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 26, 10); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Please go to both of these sites and read the full reviews!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(41, 26, 10); font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8979057246829029459?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8979057246829029459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-for-cute-romance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8979057246829029459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8979057246829029459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-for-cute-romance.html' title='Looking for a Cute Romance?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-958302660749707098</id><published>2010-03-23T10:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:05:19.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialect in Dialog - How Much is too Much.</title><content type='html'>Here's a writing question I'm going to throw out there and see what kind of answers come back. I'm working on a story now that has some characters who, when speaking, would have a distinctive flavor to their words. There would probably be less than perfect grammar, a certain dropping of g's at the end of words ending in 'ing' and a lot of replacing the 'th' sound with 'd'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yet, I feel that if I use those constraints with every bit of dialog that I am over-doing it and it will get very annoying to read and seem too "in-your-face" if that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, if I only do that occasionally does it appear that I am inconsistent in the way the characters speak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am using the occasional approach in the theory that a lot goes a long way, but that could easily change in revisions. I feel that it gives a flavor for the character's speech without becoming too much of a distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, opinions anyone? What's the best way to handle strong dialect in dialog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-958302660749707098?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/958302660749707098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/03/dialect-in-dialog-how-much-is-too-much.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/958302660749707098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/958302660749707098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/03/dialect-in-dialog-how-much-is-too-much.html' title='Dialect in Dialog - How Much is too Much.'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-9048959060218234113</id><published>2010-03-17T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:12:11.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Contest for Writers and Readers</title><content type='html'>To share her joy at &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2010/03/rumors-are-true-book-deal-announced.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+WritingItOut+(writing+it+out)"&gt;her big news &lt;/a&gt;with as many people as possible, Beth Revis is having a contest with two prizes. One for writers and one for readers. Go check out her &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-deal-celebration.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+WritingItOut+(writing+it+out)"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;and enter to win some awesome prizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-9048959060218234113?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/9048959060218234113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-contest-for-writers-and-readers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/9048959060218234113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/9048959060218234113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-contest-for-writers-and-readers.html' title='Great Contest for Writers and Readers'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8512467931749718519</id><published>2010-03-16T08:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:29:08.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating with a Writer Friend</title><content type='html'>I love good news, and my friend &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2010/03/rumors-are-true-book-deal-announced.html"&gt;Beth Revis&lt;/a&gt; just got &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fantastic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; news.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/452934-Deals_3_15_2010.php?q=beth+revis"&gt;Publisher's Weekly&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p id="id4638350-2-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; 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"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1em; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p id="id4638350-2-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Deep Freeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="id4638355-5-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In another major YA acquisition before the Bologna Book Fair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ben Schrank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; at Razorbill pre-empted North American rights to the debut novel by high school teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Beth Revis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Merrilee Heifetz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; at Writers House brokered the deal, which is for three books, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; is scheduled for spring 2011. In the novel, set in the near future, a teenager is cryogenically frozen only to thaw too soon, before arriving at the new planet that's her destination. Set to wake 300 years in the future, She rouses 50 years too early, still on a spaceship in transit. Schrank said he thinks the book will do for popular sci-fi what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; did for postapocalyptic fiction. Rights have been pre-empted in the U.K. (by Razorbill UK, which will do a joint publication with Penguin USA) and Germany, and sales have also closed in France and Greece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p id="id4638355-5-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="id4638355-5-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've read an earlier version of the book and it is blow-your-mind fantastic! I can't wait until next Spring when I can see the final version!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="id4638355-5-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Congratulations, Beth! I love when great things happen to great people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="id4638355-5-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Go on over and offer your congratulations to &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2010/03/rumors-are-true-book-deal-announced.html"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="id4638355-5-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="id4638355-5-p" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&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/247511554806622802-8512467931749718519?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8512467931749718519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebrating-with-writer-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8512467931749718519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8512467931749718519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebrating-with-writer-friend.html' title='Celebrating with a Writer Friend'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2686116604850689453</id><published>2010-02-05T13:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:55:02.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>A Bright Spot in a Gray Day</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like a nice review to brighten up a gray February day. And I found that today over at &lt;a href="http://bookwormnation.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-mike-kissed-emma-by-christine.html"&gt;Bookworm Nation&lt;/a&gt; where Kathy gave a sweet review to &lt;a href="http://www.indiebound.org/hybrid?filter0=When+Mike+Kissed+Emma&amp;amp;x=44&amp;amp;y=5"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This was a fun romantic read to help get you in the mood for  Valentine’s. &lt;/blockquote&gt;That puts a happy end to the week! Bring on the snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2686116604850689453?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2686116604850689453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/02/bright-spot-in-gray-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2686116604850689453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2686116604850689453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/02/bright-spot-in-gray-day.html' title='A Bright Spot in a Gray Day'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-227790970189172265</id><published>2010-02-04T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:52:30.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Ali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S2renLOUXZI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/DwMzXuYxMVs/s1600-h/wordle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S2renLOUXZI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/DwMzXuYxMVs/s400/wordle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The word cloud by &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/create"&gt;Wordle&lt;/a&gt; for my latest novel REALITY ALI. Now I just need to do some fine tuning and find a home for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and write a synopsis and a pitch paragraph.&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/247511554806622802-227790970189172265?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/227790970189172265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality-ali.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/227790970189172265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/227790970189172265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality-ali.html' title='Reality Ali'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S2renLOUXZI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/DwMzXuYxMVs/s72-c/wordle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7400050224227282194</id><published>2010-01-31T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:25:59.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Revisions</title><content type='html'>I finished a round of revisions today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that doesn't mean the novel is all polished up and ready to go out. There were some major changes I made based on feedback from early readers - and my own instincts. This round of revisions was to make sure that the changes all integrated properly and that the story made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to go through (the last few chapters) and add some detail to them. They are bare bones now. They need to be dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is an odd way of doing the revisions, I don't know. It seems to work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you revise is it a thorough all or nothing kind of process, or does it require more than one going over - kind of like painting a room with several coats of paint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7400050224227282194?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7400050224227282194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-revisions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7400050224227282194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7400050224227282194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-revisions.html' title='Thoughts on Revisions'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3853158130614739449</id><published>2010-01-27T12:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:57:48.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><title type='text'>An Interview</title><content type='html'>Eleni, over at &lt;a href="http://lafemmereaders.blogspot.com/2010/01/author-interview-christine-marciniak.html"&gt;La Femme Readers&lt;/a&gt;, has an interview with me up today. Go and read find out all kind of obscure facts about me, like why I don't go to horror movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3853158130614739449?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3853158130614739449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/01/interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3853158130614739449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3853158130614739449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/01/interview.html' title='An Interview'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7105304486996656636</id><published>2010-01-22T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:26:43.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesky Descriptions</title><content type='html'>Describing characters. How do you do it? Do you give the full height, weight, hair color, eye color, and distinguishing marks right off the bat. Or do you let things be a little more fluid with only an occasional descriptor thrown in to ground the reader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to know the hair color and eye color of all my major characters - minor ones too - I may have had a chart. But then I found that all my characters were distinguished by their hair color and hair style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Barb, with the long blonde hair, spoke to Joan, whose dark hair was in a braid down her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. After awhile that didn't really work for me (though I still have to guard against it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find that sometimes I go in the opposite direction - and have no descriptions of my characters. Often I can remedy that with a quick word or phrase (I just try to not let them all be about hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was revising today I saw a note one of my critique partners left that a relatively minor character needed some description. And she's right. I have nothing. Just a name and her job. I have two problems (well three - but that one is motivation and stems from it being late). 1) I don't actually know what she looks like and 2) I'm not sure how to integrate a description into the introduction of her. I don't want to say "Jamie, the nurse my mother had hired came into the room. She was a tall woman with buck teeth and sensible shoes".... It seems too forced. I need to make it natural somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that once I take a break from it, I'll come up with a solution - but in the meantime, here's my question: How do you make sure your characters are adequately described - without sounding like a police report?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7105304486996656636?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7105304486996656636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/01/pesky-descriptions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7105304486996656636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7105304486996656636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/01/pesky-descriptions.html' title='Pesky Descriptions'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7358719105963127737</id><published>2010-01-20T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:27:31.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Sir, May I Have Some More?</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oliver &lt;/span&gt;when our hero asked for more porridge he got chased and sold by Mr. Bumble. I can sympathize with Mr. Bumble. Sometimes being asked to provide more is just enough to send a person over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my AP English class, many moons ago, our teacher, Mr. Smith, had the tendency to stroke his beard, look at us closely and say "Can you give me more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted more in depth discussion of the book. He wanted more details in the essays. He wanted us to dig deeper. To really get to the heart of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd look at him and think "No, this is as much as I've got. I can't give you anymore." And when he kept insisting, we sometimes felt like chasing him away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, he was right. We could dig deeper. And we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, today, I'm working on revisions and reading through comments from my awesome critique buddies. And what am I seeing on one particular scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it. They want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More emotion, more of being in the moment, more of just about darn near everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first reaction is like that of Mr. Bumble - to give chase - or like our reaction to Mr. Smith - 'there isn't anymore'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, they're right. I can dig deeper. I can give more. I can make the scene better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, another cup of tea. And I'll start that digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy revisions everyone - and a belated Happy New Year. (It's time to get back in the habit of blogging again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7358719105963127737?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7358719105963127737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-sir-may-i-have-some-more.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7358719105963127737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7358719105963127737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-sir-may-i-have-some-more.html' title='Please Sir, May I Have Some More?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5352760674918798996</id><published>2009-12-21T20:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:02:15.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviews and Character Flaws</title><content type='html'>Today I had the fun of discovering two reviews/mentions of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;. Both were fairly positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, Miriam Foster at &lt;a href="http://www.redroom.com/blog/msforster/some-last-minute-gifts-young-or-young-heart"&gt;Red Room&lt;/a&gt;, suggested &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt; as a last minute gift idea. (Which, personally, I think is a brilliant suggestion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was a &lt;a href="http://blog.lyndacoker.net/2009/12/21/when-mike-kissed-emma-by-christine-marciniak.aspx?ref=rss"&gt;review at Between the Lines&lt;/a&gt;, which included this smiling-inducing line: "the writing has clarity and sparkle and I can't wait to read other books by this author."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found interesting was that in both reviews mentioned Emma's character flaw of judging a little too much by appearances at first. It is definitely a flaw. It's the one that Emma overcomes during the course of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have written Emma as a perfect teen - or close to it - but where would the story come from then? And actually a character who has no faults is rather annoying to read about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when writing characters where is the balance between keeping them realistic and likeable, and yet interesting enough to warrant a story? If characters always makes the right decision the story is likely to be over rather quickly. If they make too many of the wrong choices the reader may give up on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many flaws are you willing to put up with in a character as you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do you find the right balance as you right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-5352760674918798996?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5352760674918798996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/12/reviews-and-character-flaws.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5352760674918798996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5352760674918798996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/12/reviews-and-character-flaws.html' title='Reviews and Character Flaws'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7170721916789635090</id><published>2009-11-18T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:21:44.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Update</title><content type='html'>I've been managing to more or less keep up with the pace of NaNoWriMo, but today I'm giving myself permission to stop. The story I'm working on isn't grabbing me and I feel like I'm forcing myself to continue instead of enjoying the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm going to focus on revisions on three pieces that are in various stages of being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to be flexible, right? And to enjoy the process. That's what I intend to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7170721916789635090?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7170721916789635090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7170721916789635090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7170721916789635090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-update.html' title='NaNoWriMo Update'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-171279057396830053</id><published>2009-11-12T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:34:38.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts on a Thursday</title><content type='html'>Trying to keep up with NaNoWriMo has been a struggle this year. The story I'm working on is not flowing like the one I wrote last year at this time. But I'm meeting the daily goals and a story is getting formed. We'll see what I can do with it in revisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the big difference between the story idea this time and last time is that last time I knew where the story was headed. I wasn't sure how it was going to get there - but I knew in advance what the ending was, and I was simply working toward that. This year I started with a concept for the story in general- but I have no idea how it's going to end. Even 18,000 words in, I have no idea how it's going to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all healthy again here - with slight lingering tiredness and coughs - and I wonder if the illness we succumbed to was the dreaded H1N1 Flu? If it was it means I don't have to make a decision regarding vaccines for the kids... but how can I be sure? (I did say these were random thoughts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very bright spot in my week so far was this sweet review at &lt;a href="http://enchantingya.blogspot.com/2009/11/enchanting-review-when-mike-kissed-emma.html"&gt;Enchanting YA&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WHEN MIKE KISSED EMMA is one of those romantic tales you want to curl up with and read.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to face a Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-171279057396830053?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/171279057396830053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-thoughts-on-thursday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/171279057396830053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/171279057396830053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-thoughts-on-thursday.html' title='Random Thoughts on a Thursday'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7679441053890832491</id><published>2009-11-06T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:23:45.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Day Six</title><content type='html'>Catching up. I am only a day behind now. Of course it will soon be tomorrow and I'll be two days behind again, but I'm making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's word count: 2049&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, had I felt at all motivated to write for most of today I bet I could have gotten a lot more done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside - my house is cleaner than it's been in awhile. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7679441053890832491?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7679441053890832491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7679441053890832491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7679441053890832491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-six.html' title='NaNoWriMo Day Six'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2978130089696122730</id><published>2009-11-05T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:37:45.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Day Five</title><content type='html'>Am I missing a few days in here? Why yes, yes I am, thank you for noticing. We had a fever at our house this week,  and everything else kind of got lost in the blur. This also made it very difficult to keep up with writing. I did actually get a little done each day. A very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now I'm at 5,662 words. Which puts me about 3,000 words behind where I should be for today. Not great - but 2000 words above where I was yesterday - so progress is being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes real life gets in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2978130089696122730?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2978130089696122730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2978130089696122730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2978130089696122730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-five.html' title='NaNoWriMo Day Five'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5475796376267403506</id><published>2009-11-02T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:51:02.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/Su-obIOBJII/AAAAAAAADt8/rOTY0aDJGFQ/s1600-h/nano_09_blk_participant_120x240.png.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/Su-obIOBJII/AAAAAAAADt8/rOTY0aDJGFQ/s320/nano_09_blk_participant_120x240.png.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399719662256727170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost meeting goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what today was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the goal to get to the grocery store. I didn't do it; but I will get there tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the goal to do double the necessary daily word count of NaNoWriMo so that I could be all caught up with where I was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd I do? Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count for today (and therefore my total since I did nothing yesterday) is 2792. Not the 3333 I needed to make my goal. But close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that goals are harder to meet when you have a cold. (I'm sure I'm not the first to discover this, and this probably isn't the first time I've realized it either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's off to chug some cough syrup (not really, but I kind of feel like doing that) and get some sleep so I can meet those goals tomorrow (including the grocery shopping - and voting - don't forget to vote tomorrow.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-5475796376267403506?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5475796376267403506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-two.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5475796376267403506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5475796376267403506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-two.html' title='NaNoWriMo Day Two'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/Su-obIOBJII/AAAAAAAADt8/rOTY0aDJGFQ/s72-c/nano_09_blk_participant_120x240.png.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-9029686018487585736</id><published>2009-11-01T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:09:39.492-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Day One</title><content type='html'>Progress report: 0 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Not off to a rip-roaring start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I did finish going through the last 30 pages of my WIP and made sure they at least made sense before sending it off to beta readers - so I did make some writing progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was spent trying to get my incredibly stubborn son to eat his whole dinner. After two hours of that nonsense - the dinner was eaten - and any chance of me sitting down to write was pretty much gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need a name for my main character. Kind of hard to write without one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-9029686018487585736?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/9029686018487585736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/9029686018487585736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/9029686018487585736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-one.html' title='NaNoWriMo Day One'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4725274435044426487</id><published>2009-10-31T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:33:36.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>1667</title><content type='html'>That's the number of words a person needs to write a day, in order to complete a 50,000 word novel in November. And why would a person want to do this? Why because it's National Novel Writing Month, of course. &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; for those in the know. NaNo for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was the first time I participated in NaNoWriMo and surprised myself by writing a 50,000 word story in two weeks. That story still needs editing (pretty much anything written that quickly is going to need editing.) So I'm going to try NaNoWriMo again this year. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up the pace, but I'll use this blog to keep track of how I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get ready to WRITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4725274435044426487?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4725274435044426487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/1667.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4725274435044426487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4725274435044426487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/1667.html' title='1667'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-6205152694693912369</id><published>2009-10-27T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:37:47.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revising</title><content type='html'>I spent the day revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a good tried-and-true method for revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's adventure involved moving scenes from various places in book to other places. And then trying to keep track of what I'd moved and to where and what no longer fit in because of it. It's really not surprising I have a headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the way through I thought - hey, maybe I should have used index cards for this. Or I suppose I could have printed out the scenes and then done some literal cutting and pasting. Instead I had multiple files and things highlighted (and I ended up just highlighting things random colors  - so it didn't even mean anything specific if it was highlighted in a certain color).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that I'm now admitting how disorganized my revising process is. Maybe I should stop now (leave some mystery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any really good revising techniques they use?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-6205152694693912369?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/6205152694693912369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/revising.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6205152694693912369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6205152694693912369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/revising.html' title='Revising'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4901948711138311623</id><published>2009-10-21T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:33:15.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Blogtoberfest over at Jeri's Place</title><content type='html'>This month &lt;a href="http://www.jerismithready.com/blog/2009/10/blogtoberfest-day-16-christine.html"&gt;Jeri Smith-Ready&lt;/a&gt; is celebrating her blog birthday with Halloween themed guest posts and book give-aways all month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my day. So go &lt;a href="http://www.jerismithready.com/blog/2009/10/blogtoberfest-day-16-christine.html"&gt;over &lt;/a&gt;and see what I had to offer in the way of a ghost story and comment for a chance to win a signed copy of &lt;a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781601545459"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&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/247511554806622802-4901948711138311623?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4901948711138311623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogtoberfest-over-at-jeris-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4901948711138311623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4901948711138311623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogtoberfest-over-at-jeris-place.html' title='Blogtoberfest over at Jeri&apos;s Place'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8129963675857590321</id><published>2009-10-19T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:02:59.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing a Scene</title><content type='html'>It's funny, when I write the first draft of a scene I find it often seems more like a radio play than anything else. It will be virtually all dialogue with a few essential movements thrown in. But when reading it back it's almost as if it's all taking place in a giant white room with nothing around the main characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, of course, will never do. But yet, I need to know what happens in the scene before I can go back and add the finer details. So I let my first draft read like a radio play and then later I go back and throw in the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do other people do this? Do you have all the details to start with or do you just write the dialogue you hear in your head (okay, I don't really hear voices or anything) and then go from there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8129963675857590321?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8129963675857590321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-scene.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8129963675857590321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8129963675857590321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-scene.html' title='Writing a Scene'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2381822713332242770</id><published>2009-10-07T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:16:51.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing and Reviews</title><content type='html'>There are days when I get a lot of writing done, when the words flow and the scenes add up and there are pages and pages to show for it at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are days like I've had this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday involved not one but two trips to the E.R. (One to drop off a friend who was in severe pain and then later in the day so my son could have a more intense breathing treatment than he could get at the doctor's office, so his oxygen levels would go up.) Two trips to the ER in one day is two trips too many. It also meant that I got nothing else done. It was just that kind of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my son was back in school. I optimistically opened my word document early this morning - probably around seven. I haven't added a word to it yet. You see, besides getting the kids off to school there was the grocery shopping to do (since that had been put off when my son was home sick) and critiques to do - oh and of course I started reading a new book, so I had to finish that. Yeah and here we are at 9 pm and I might have time now, but I'm not sure how much brain power I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note my friend Liz B, who I've been friends with for a very long time, reviewed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt; today over at &lt;a href="http://yzocaet.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-mike-kissed-emma.html"&gt;A Chair, A Fireplace and a Tea Cozy&lt;/a&gt;. Liz actually played an integral part in the writing of this story. She's the one who pointed out to me that the subplot in another story I was writing could actually serve as a stand alone story. She pulled all the scenes out and put them in one document and named it Triangle and sent it to me as proof. And that was the very beginning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt; (although at the time the characters all had different names.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There is no way I can give this book an impartial review, both because of my friendship with Chris and because I know this book, I've seen it grow, like a niece or nephew. I love this book -- but I think it's only fair for you to know that connection.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanks Liz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the craziness that is normal life around here I don't think I ever got around to mentioning another review I got recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Trisha Pearson wrote about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://trishapearson.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-mike-kissed-emma-by-christine.html"&gt;Trisha's Tablet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite parts of that review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Even though &lt;i&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/i&gt; is set against the backdrop of the production of The Sound of Music and I'm not into theatre or musicals, I really enjoyed this book.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It has a great cast of characters from dreamy Biker Mike, to the boyfriend who seems perfect but really isn't, to a jealous best friend and a difficult sister.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Blockquote" title="Blockquote" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 17);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Blockquote" class="gl_quote" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All in all, I really wish this book had been published when I was a young teenager. I would have loved it!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Trisha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "review" that really brought a smile to my face though wasn't on a blog or anywhere for the public to see it (except my facebook friends). It was from my cousin. He's not a book reviewer and  as a Dad of three teenagers and an engineer he probably doesn't read a whole lot of YA lit, read it and this is what he had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I finished your book today. Nice read! It brings back all of those feelings that you have back in the school days. All of that uncertainty with yourself, the feeling of crushes, and first kisses. I think any young reader will be able &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;to easily relate to it. Even as an adult I can feel that "rush." And I think it gives the reader the message that it's okay to mess stuff up--normal really, and even expected. Things will work out. If somehow you can convince young people that the mess ups are a learning experience, and they will be stronger after the pain subsides, then there would be less stress and anxiety and maybe even less suicides. Your book shows this to the reader in a covert way while it is a fun, enjoyable read. I honestly think this book can have a real impact on young people. Congratulations on such a nice job. -Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Thanks Steve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight. Maybe I'll even get some writing done - because I have this awesome idea for a ghost story tickling around in the back of my mind, and I'd like to get to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2381822713332242770?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2381822713332242770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-and-reviews.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2381822713332242770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2381822713332242770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-and-reviews.html' title='Writing and Reviews'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2674451919389689153</id><published>2009-09-28T07:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:32:00.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I've Read this Year - Part 5</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation from last July's lists of the books I've read. If you're interested here are parts &lt;a href="http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/06/books-ive-read-this-year.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/06/books-ive-read-this-year-part-2.html"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/06/books-ive-read-this-year-part-3.html"&gt;three&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-ive-read-this-year-part-4.html"&gt;four&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing where I left off puts me at book number 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/198517.The_Not_So_Star_Spangled_Life_of_Sunita_Sen"&gt;The Not-So-Star-Spangled Life of Sunita Sen&lt;/a&gt; by Mitali Perkins. I actually read an older version with the original title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunita Experiment&lt;/span&gt;. Ever since I've become twitter friends with the incomparable Mitali Perkins I've been searching out her books. I've loved each one I've read so far and must find more. I grew up in the dominant culture of the area so I did not experience the straddling cultures that Mitali talks about in this book, but many of my children's friends have parents from India or Pakistan (in fact my kids have had several friends move to India or Pakistan over the past couple of years) so I can relate in one small way that way. But the book isn't about being Indian in America, it's about figuring out who you are and every teenager goes through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2095336.Saving_Juliet"&gt;Saving Juliet&lt;/a&gt; by Suzanne Selfors. It's got Shakespeare and time travel, what's not to like? When Mimi, who's been busy playing Juliet on stage, finds herself living out Romeo and Juliet in a bizarre alternate universe, she has to save the star-crossed lovers from their tragic fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6218818.The_Servants_Quarters"&gt;The Servants' Quarters&lt;/a&gt; by Lynn Freed. Set in post World War II England this book didn't really capture my fancy, and now, two months later, I'm not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5628393.The_Actor_and_the_Housewife_A_Novel"&gt;The Actor and the Housewife&lt;/a&gt; by Shannon Hale. This was a wonderful, hard-to-classify book. Some parts had me laughing out loud and others had me crying. It's a romance, but it's not. Does it have a "happily ever after?". Hard to say. But I can't imagine it ending any other way than how it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6066819.Best_Friends_Forever_A_Novel"&gt;Best Friends Forever: A Novel&lt;/a&gt; by Jennifer Weiner. I haven't found a book by Jennifer Weiner that I haven't enjoyed. This one was no exception. Two best friends, who sometimes wonder why they put up with the other; but they need each other and have a interesting adventure along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2889114.Secrets_of_the_Cirque_Medrano"&gt;Secrets of Cirque Medrano&lt;/a&gt; by Elaine Scott. I don't know why this should be, but books about circuses tend to freak me out. This one wasn't completely about a circus, but it did have circus elements in it. It was more about Pablo Picasso as seem from the point of view of a girl who happens to work in the cafe he frequents. I also don't care for books that try to be about a famous person by having then show up peripherally in the life of the main character. But despite my own misgivings, I found the story well written and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6609757-the-navel-of-the-world"&gt;The Navel of the World&lt;/a&gt; by PJ Hoover. I've had the distinct pleasure of reading more by PJ Hoover than has been published yet, since we are in the same critique group. And everything I read of hers I absolutely love. So it's no surprise that I loved this second book in the Forgotten World Series. It's got time travel, too. (I like time travel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1503626.The_Sealed_Letter"&gt;The Sealed Letter&lt;/a&gt; by Emma Donoghue. Set during the beginning of the British Women's movement, this story deals with an unfaithful wife, her faithful friend, and how the divorce system at that time was really not designed to be fair. An interesting read based on a real divorce case from the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3494680.Samantha_Hansen_Has_Rocks_in_Her_Head"&gt;Samantha Hansen has Rocks in Her Head&lt;/a&gt; by Nancy Viau a great short read for kids. Samantha's in fifth grade and the things that make the most sense to her in a crazy changing world are rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6393119-once-a-witch"&gt;Once a Witch&lt;/a&gt; by Colleen MacCullough. Tamsin doesn't think her magical power ever manifested herself, but that doesn't stop her trying to do something magical anyway. And in so doing, she finds she isn't quite as powerless as she thought she was. A fun story with great characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 &amp;amp; 66) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/357936.Eleven"&gt;Eleven&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/563322.Twelve"&gt;Twelve &lt;/a&gt;by Lauren Myracle. Now I have to read &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1030285.Thirteen"&gt;Thirteen&lt;/a&gt;. I really do, because I so enjoyed these two books about Winnie trying to navigate these crazy years of her life that I totally want to know what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28194.Inkheart"&gt;Inkheart &lt;/a&gt;by Cornelia Funke. My daughter recommended this book. I don't know if it was just bad timing (deciding to start it just as we went on vacation and I had no reading time) but I found I had a hard time getting into this book. The story is certainly captivating, but it didn't grab me like I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/196549.Secrets_of_My_Hollywood_Life"&gt;Secrets of my Hollywood Life&lt;/a&gt; by Jen Calonita. Getting burned out as a TV star, Kaitlin decides to go undercover as a regular student at a private high school. As one might imagine, this leads to all kinds of additional problems and adventures.  I enjoyed it enough that the sequel is in my TBR pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/852470.I_d_Tell_You_I_Love_You_But_Then_I_d_Have_to_Kill_You"&gt;I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You&lt;/a&gt; by Ally Carter. I'd read a lot of great things about this 'spy girl' book and finally I had to see for myself. It totally lived up to the hype. The sequel to this one is also in my TBR pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2213661.The_Graveyard_Book"&gt;The Graveyard Book &lt;/a&gt;by Neil Gaiman. When my son was assigned this book for school I knew it was time to read it. I'd heard wonderful things about it, but I wasn't sure if it was really my type of book. Couldn't Put It Down. I completely understand why it won the Newbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5644891.Shelf_Discovery"&gt;Shelf Discovery&lt;/a&gt; by Lizzie Skurnick. This was another book I had to read based on things I'd read about it online. And I'm glad I did. I hadn't read all of the books that she discusses in her essays on teen books we read over and over, but I'd read enough of them to find myself nodding in agreement over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6726371-the-tsarina-s-daughter"&gt;The Tsarina's Daughter&lt;/a&gt; by Carolly Erickson. It seems that most speculative fiction on the executed family of Tsar Nicholas II focuses on Anastasia, but this one follows the Tsar's second oldest daughter Tania, and most of the story takes place before the family was executed as opposed to dealing with what Tania's life was like after she escaped sharing the fate of her family (that's where the fiction part came in, the author acknowledges that Tania definitely was killed with the family in 1918).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5928721.Jane_Austen_Ruined_My_Life"&gt;Jane Austin Ruined my Life &lt;/a&gt;by Beth Patillo. A down-on-her luck professor decides to force a change in fortunes by exposing Jane Austin as a fraud through previously unpublished letters. Instead she learns things about herself. A few too many coincidences to suit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5310515.When_You_Reach_Me"&gt;When You Reach Me&lt;/a&gt; by Rebecca Stead. I'd read great things about this book and everything I read was right. I loved it. Great characters, unique premise and time travel (got to love that time travel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us up to date on the books I've read so far this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2674451919389689153?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2674451919389689153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-ive-read-this-year-part-5.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2674451919389689153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2674451919389689153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-ive-read-this-year-part-5.html' title='Books I&apos;ve Read this Year - Part 5'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1648272360402058695</id><published>2009-09-27T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:29:17.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading, Writing and Reviews</title><content type='html'>I find that sometimes I'm able to get a lot read and sometimes,  not so much. August was a slow reading month - partly due to going on vacation, and then of course, the excitement of the release of my book. I've been making up for it in September, reading a lot of great books with several more books in a TBR pile patiently waiting. I'll do a post soon updating my recent reading. But it is good to be flying through books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can't fly through books and write at the same time. Something has to give. (I also can't crochet at the same time, and I have a blanket I have to finish by Friday, so we'll see how this week goes.) But even with doing a bunch of reading, I managed to get a lot of writing done this past week. None this weekend - there was a family wedding to keep me busy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, when I'm writing, and a scene pops into my head fully formed. Then the words just fly onto the page. Those are the good days. Other days I'm just plodding along hoping to get to that take off point so I can fly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to wrap up this rather random post, this week there were two reviews of When Mike Kissed Emma that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was at &lt;a href="http://www.nightowlromance.com/nightowlromance/reviews/Review.aspx?daoid=4535"&gt;Night Owl Romance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite line was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span field="ReviewText"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I found myself flipping the pages as quickly as possible to find out what was going to happen next to everyone. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the rest of the review &lt;a href="http://www.nightowlromance.com/nightowlromance/reviews/Review.aspx?daoid=4535"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next review was at &lt;a href="http://fallenangelreviews.com/2009/September/teresa-whenmikekissedemma.htm"&gt;Fallen Angel Reviews&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite line of this one was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is a delightful story with all of the growing-up situations that happen to people in high school.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the rest of the review &lt;a href="http://fallenangelreviews.com/2009/September/teresa-whenmikekissedemma.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1648272360402058695?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1648272360402058695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/09/reading-writing-and-reviews.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1648272360402058695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1648272360402058695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/09/reading-writing-and-reviews.html' title='Reading, Writing and Reviews'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5725122810892302269</id><published>2009-09-15T15:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:10:03.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the Story Take Control</title><content type='html'>I've been revising my latest Work in Progress. This isn't the kind of revision where sentences are tweaked or words are deleted to make things stronger. This is the kind of revision that involves a change in title, a change in the main character's name and a bunch of other changes besides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At what point do I have to admit that I am writing a new story?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good idea where I wanted this story to go. After all, this had started off as a revision in order to bring a little more focus to the middle of the story.  The story was already written. Or was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this story is not going where I expect it to. I'm trying to force it into a mold. But it keeps breaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized there was no reason why I couldn't let it. There will be time for more revisions. Right now I need to let the story have free rein. I need to forget where I thought the story was supposed to go and find out where it wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be an interesting ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have their stories wrest control from them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-5725122810892302269?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5725122810892302269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/09/letting-story-take-control.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5725122810892302269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5725122810892302269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/09/letting-story-take-control.html' title='Letting the Story Take Control'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-645148004360282871</id><published>2009-09-09T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:15:45.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>A Happy Dance Kind of Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's sort of raining out there and sure, the kids weren't excited about getting up and going to school, but I woke up to a great &lt;a href="http://longandshortreviews.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-mike-kissed-emma-by-christine.html"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781601545459"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so it seems like a great day to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It’s a modern day story with a retro feel, something you no longer find on the bookshelves. The plot doesn’t revolve around new clothes, being the most popular girl in school, or snagging the homecoming crown. This is a lesson in learning about who you are, and more importantly, who brings out the person inside you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very enjoyable, especially if you want something that doesn’t include an absorbent amount of teen angst. &lt;em&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/em&gt; is a wonderful read.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go over to &lt;a href="http://longandshortreviews.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-mike-kissed-emma-by-christine.html"&gt;Long and Short Reviews&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-645148004360282871?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/645148004360282871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-dance-kind-of-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/645148004360282871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/645148004360282871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-dance-kind-of-wednesday.html' title='A Happy Dance Kind of Wednesday'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2346742318384011599</id><published>2009-08-26T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:53:40.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little History for Release Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpXnIyPhzfI/AAAAAAAADm0/WlfSaL9XDvs/s1600-h/August+20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpXnIyPhzfI/AAAAAAAADm0/WlfSaL9XDvs/s400/August+20092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, on my actual, official release day, I was exploring the historic sites of Jamestown (the first successful Engish settlement in America) and Yorktown (the site of the surrender of the British to end the American Revolution). When Mike Kissed Emma came along for the trip and got to see inside a Native American dwelling, a replica of the ships the settlers came over on (those ships were small - if I'd lived then, I would have stayed in England), outside a house at Jamestown fort and soldiers tents at Yorktown. As you can see WMKE and I had a very full day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we ate at one of the historic taverns in Williamsburg, complete with eighteenth century entertainment. It was a great way to celebrate Release Day.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2346742318384011599?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2346742318384011599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-history-for-release-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2346742318384011599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2346742318384011599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-history-for-release-day.html' title='A Little History for Release Day'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpXnIyPhzfI/AAAAAAAADm0/WlfSaL9XDvs/s72-c/August+20092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1059289226431838294</id><published>2009-08-26T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:42:18.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Giveaway</title><content type='html'>PJ Hoover over at &lt;a href="http://pjhoover.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview-and-book-giveaway-christine.html"&gt;ROOTS IN MYTH&lt;/a&gt; is giving away three great books. And one of them is mine. All you need to do to have your chance to win is go over and answer a question in the comments. Go on, go check it out. Oh, and there's an interview with me over there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1059289226431838294?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1059289226431838294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1059289226431838294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1059289226431838294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-giveaway.html' title='A Book Giveaway'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5783112923624753518</id><published>2009-08-25T15:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:58:01.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ExcerpTuesdays over at Chris Redding's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781601545459"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt; is featured on this &lt;a href="http://chrisredddingauthor.blogspot.com/2009/08/excerptuesday-christine-marciniak.html"&gt;ExerpTuesday&lt;/a&gt; over at Chris Redding, Author. Thanks Chris, for featuring my book this way. And thanks, Kevin, for introducing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more link for today. I now have a page over at &lt;a href="http://www.jacketflap.com/bookdetail.asp?bookid=1601545452"&gt;JacketFlap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-5783112923624753518?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5783112923624753518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/excerptuesdays-over-at-chris-reddings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5783112923624753518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5783112923624753518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/excerptuesdays-over-at-chris-reddings.html' title='ExcerpTuesdays over at Chris Redding&apos;s'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-93174725181067065</id><published>2009-08-24T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:24:11.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Release Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpM9OflCTeI/AAAAAAAADmQ/OcsLmiZqxs8/s1600-h/August+20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpM9OflCTeI/AAAAAAAADmQ/OcsLmiZqxs8/s400/August+20091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday of release week we spent the day at Busch Gardens, Williamsburg. WMKE came along for the ride (but probably should have stayed in a locker during the flume ride...oops).&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-93174725181067065?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/93174725181067065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-from-release-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/93174725181067065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/93174725181067065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-from-release-week.html' title='Pictures from Release Week'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpM9OflCTeI/AAAAAAAADmQ/OcsLmiZqxs8/s72-c/August+20091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2592613382032941510</id><published>2009-08-24T20:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:57:35.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>The Winner(s) of the Quiz Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Using a random number generator the winner of the signed copy of &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/climbingrosesbooks/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is PJ Hoover. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed, however, that Jim Danielson also commented on almost every quiz question - and he got the answers right too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm giving away two copies. One to PJ and one to Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulatons - send me your snail mail address and I'll send you your books. Thanks for playing along last week and helping me celebrate my release!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh - and why the original characters initials were K.C. were because they were my initials backwards.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2592613382032941510?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2592613382032941510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/winners-of-quiz-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2592613382032941510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2592613382032941510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/winners-of-quiz-giveaway.html' title='The Winner(s) of the Quiz Giveaway'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5094795968762138540</id><published>2009-08-22T23:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:03:53.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>How I Celebrated Release Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpCxHJUYD4I/AAAAAAAADlw/fpikghruVTQ/s1600-h/DSCF0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpCxHJUYD4I/AAAAAAAADlw/fpikghruVTQ/s400/DSCF0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't stomp grapes, but we did spend the week in Virginia. Here I am with my book and two kids, pretending to stomp grapes in Busch Gardens Italy section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If my son looks bored, I think it had more to do with it being well into the 90s then anything else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures to come!&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-5094795968762138540?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5094795968762138540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-celebrated-release-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5094795968762138540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5094795968762138540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-celebrated-release-day.html' title='How I Celebrated Release Day!'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SpCxHJUYD4I/AAAAAAAADlw/fpikghruVTQ/s72-c/DSCF0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3959292056497190305</id><published>2009-08-22T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:39:26.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>A Little Linky Love</title><content type='html'>Back from vacation and pictures to come - of me and my book enjoying Release Day - but first I want to highlight a few places where there have been interviews or people have said sweet things about &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/climbingrosesbooks/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah Rettger, one of the great people in my critique group interviewed me for her blog &lt;a href="http://sarahrettger.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview-christine-marciniak.html"&gt;Archimedes Forgets&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beth Revis over at &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writing it Out&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaser-trailer-when-mike-kissed-emma.html"&gt;interviewed me&lt;/a&gt;, let her &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaser-trailer-when-mike-kissed-emma.html"&gt;readers interview me&lt;/a&gt; and also posted a very sweet &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2009/08/writers-book-review-christine.html"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liz B, a long time friend, wished &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/climbingrosesbooks/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a happy book birthday at &lt;a href="http://yzocaet.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-mike-kissed-emma.html"&gt;A Chair, A Fireplace and a Tea Cozy&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week, I guest blogged at &lt;a href="http://twrpclimbingrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Climbing Rose Blog&lt;/a&gt; and the week started with an &lt;a href="http://twrpclimbingrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/chatting-with-christine-marciniak.html"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barb, over at &lt;a href="http://sfomom.blogspot.com/"&gt;SFO Mom&lt;/a&gt; received her copy of &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/climbingrosesbooks/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before my box of books even arrived. She gave me my very first &lt;a href="http://sfomom.blogspot.com/2009/08/author-author.html"&gt;review &lt;/a&gt;- luckily she liked the book!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got another lovely reader &lt;a href="http://hicatholicmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-book-release-when-mike-kissed-emma.html"&gt;review &lt;/a&gt;from Esther, &lt;a href="http://hicatholicmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Catholic Mom in Hawaii,&lt;/a&gt; who is really a Jersey girl at heart and liked, among other things, that the book is set in New Jersey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And to wrap things up there are two other places where the book was mentioned: Eleni at &lt;a href="http://lafemmereaders.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-my-mailbox-august-22-2009_22.html"&gt;La Femme Readers&lt;/a&gt; received the book in the mail today along with a bunch of other fab books and Amy at &lt;a href="http://addictedtobooks1993.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-on-wednesday-19.html"&gt;Addicted to Books&lt;/a&gt; is looking forward to it too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't leave anyone out! If I did, let me know, it's not a snub, it's my post vacation brain not being fully back in gear yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be announcing the winner of the signed copy of &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/climbingrosesbooks/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3959292056497190305?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3959292056497190305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-linky-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3959292056497190305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3959292056497190305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-linky-love.html' title='A Little Linky Love'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4691514583219157050</id><published>2009-08-21T15:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:45:00.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogging</title><content type='html'>Please stop by and visit me over at &lt;a href="http://twrpclimbingrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Climbing Rose Blog&lt;/a&gt; where I'm guest blogging this week. Today I'm wondering why I still have to do laundry, not that I'm published.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4691514583219157050?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4691514583219157050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-blogging_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4691514583219157050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4691514583219157050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-blogging_21.html' title='Guest Blogging'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1229043006120623542</id><published>2009-08-20T15:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:44:00.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogging</title><content type='html'>Please stop by and visit me over at &lt;a href="http://twrpclimbingrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Climbing Rose Blog&lt;/a&gt; where I'm guest blogging this week. Today I'm talking about when I first saw my books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1229043006120623542?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1229043006120623542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-blogging_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1229043006120623542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1229043006120623542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-blogging_20.html' title='Guest Blogging'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3008975742792048469</id><published>2009-08-20T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:24:00.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Keep Answering Those Questions</title><content type='html'>The trivia contest continues. Go back and answer any questions you may have missed. You have until Friday night to leave a comment to get a chance to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A winner will be picked this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3008975742792048469?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3008975742792048469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-answering-those-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3008975742792048469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3008975742792048469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-answering-those-questions.html' title='Keep Answering Those Questions'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7742316859581192487</id><published>2009-08-19T04:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T04:56:00.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Release Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SoXPqE3iMRI/AAAAAAAADko/v-QDrtYmFa8/s1600-h/4-10-07_28a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SoXPqE3iMRI/AAAAAAAADko/v-QDrtYmFa8/s400/4-10-07_28a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369926452477309202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official release date of &lt;a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781601545459"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SoXQWwV1trI/AAAAAAAADkw/MrOZ1wD3G5c/s1600-h/WhenMikeKissedE_w2028_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SoXQWwV1trI/AAAAAAAADkw/MrOZ1wD3G5c/s400/WhenMikeKissedE_w2028_680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369927220061386418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me when I first got to hold a copy in my hot little hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SoXRH3ADSCI/AAAAAAAADk4/bYM5WEdv9Kg/s1600-h/P8040026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SoXRH3ADSCI/AAAAAAAADk4/bYM5WEdv9Kg/s400/P8040026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369928063662639138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6kpC0uRkfac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6kpC0uRkfac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waiting is over, you can buy your copy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7742316859581192487?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7742316859581192487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/release-day.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7742316859581192487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7742316859581192487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/release-day.html' title='Release Day!'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SoXPqE3iMRI/AAAAAAAADko/v-QDrtYmFa8/s72-c/4-10-07_28a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1485720344485046842</id><published>2009-08-18T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:40:00.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogging</title><content type='html'>Please stop by and visit me over at &lt;a href="http://twrpclimbingrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Climbing Rose Blog&lt;/a&gt; where I'm guest blogging this week. Today I'm talking about magical first kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1485720344485046842?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1485720344485046842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-blogging_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1485720344485046842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1485720344485046842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-blogging_18.html' title='Guest Blogging'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8193200519835845469</id><published>2009-08-18T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:19:00.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Last Day of Quiz Giveaway</title><content type='html'>This is the last question in the trivia quiz question. But you can still answer the previous questions until Friday. The winner will be chosen over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz Questions Number 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fan-fiction did I write as a kid (even though I didn't even know it was fan-fiction)?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 1 day left til the release of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250278332&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8193200519835845469?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8193200519835845469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-of-quiz-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8193200519835845469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8193200519835845469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-of-quiz-giveaway.html' title='Last Day of Quiz Giveaway'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-713969635530689254</id><published>2009-08-17T15:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:36:00.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogging</title><content type='html'>Please stop by and visit me over at &lt;a href="http://twrpclimbingrose.blogspot.com"&gt;Climbing Rose Blog&lt;/a&gt; where I'm guest blogging this week. Today I'm talking about the very beginnings of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781601545459"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-713969635530689254?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/713969635530689254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/713969635530689254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/713969635530689254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-blogging.html' title='Guest Blogging'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3425863030857191243</id><published>2009-08-17T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:05:00.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Day 5 of the Giveaway Quiz</title><content type='html'>Only two more quiz questions left. Keep answering for your chance to win a signed copy of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250278332&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz Question Number 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very original version of this story the main character's name was Casey. Why?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 2 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3425863030857191243?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3425863030857191243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-5-of-giveaway-quiz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3425863030857191243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3425863030857191243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-5-of-giveaway-quiz.html' title='Day 5 of the Giveaway Quiz'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4420483690631383140</id><published>2009-08-16T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:30:01.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Interview over at the Climbing Rose Blog</title><content type='html'>This week I will be guest posting over at &lt;a href="http://twrpclimbingrose.blogspot.com"&gt;Climbing Rose Blog&lt;/a&gt;, starting with an interview today. So please stop by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4420483690631383140?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4420483690631383140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview-over-at-climbing-rose-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4420483690631383140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4420483690631383140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview-over-at-climbing-rose-blog.html' title='Interview over at the Climbing Rose Blog'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-6446717136698465597</id><published>2009-08-16T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:41:01.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Day 4 of the Giveaway Quiz</title><content type='html'>Keep commenting to get a chance to win a copy of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250278332&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz Question Number 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did my annual cookie baking event inspire a scene in &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250278332&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;. Bonus points for anyone who knows what scene it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 3 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-6446717136698465597?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/6446717136698465597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-4-of-giveaway-quiz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6446717136698465597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6446717136698465597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-4-of-giveaway-quiz.html' title='Day 4 of the Giveaway Quiz'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3691324883124387109</id><published>2009-08-15T07:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:28:01.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Day 3 of the Giveaway Quiz</title><content type='html'>Remember the more questions you answer the better chance you have of winning a signed copy of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250278332&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz Question Number 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250278332&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, why don't Emma's friends tell her to "break a leg" before she goes out on stage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 4 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3691324883124387109?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3691324883124387109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-3-of-giveaway-quiz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3691324883124387109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3691324883124387109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-3-of-giveaway-quiz.html' title='Day 3 of the Giveaway Quiz'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-818870576841382149</id><published>2009-08-14T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:45:08.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>I recently pulled out an old manuscript of mine. About thirty years old. And oh man, did I need an editor.  If you want to know my take on fashions in 1980, you've come to the right place. If you want to know exactly how many siblings each of the students in the class had, and their names and ages, this is the manuscript for you. The story is action-filled with much heart-rending drama and I found myself laughing out loud way more than the story called for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I just want to share one line in particular that nearly made me lose it as I re-read it all these  years later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The mixture of emotions in him confused Caldwell, for he generally limited himself to one emotion at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that to my daughter and she said "Who is he? Tinkerbell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any embarrassing one-liners in your old stories you want to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-818870576841382149?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/818870576841382149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/818870576841382149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/818870576841382149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/blast-from-past.html' title='A Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-6674054138358347844</id><published>2009-08-14T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:24:56.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of the Giveaway Quiz</title><content type='html'>Remember, simply answering gives you a chance to win a signed copy of When Mike Kissed Emma. And the answers to these questions can all be found in one of the countdown posts from the previous couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz Question Number 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mode of transportation did I covet when I was a young teen? Bonus points if you know why I wasn't allowed to get it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 5 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-6674054138358347844?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/6674054138358347844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-of-giveaway-quiz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6674054138358347844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6674054138358347844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-of-giveaway-quiz.html' title='Day 2 of the Giveaway Quiz'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8405670742395064962</id><published>2009-08-13T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:00:14.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Let the Giveaway Quiz Begin</title><content type='html'>First some guidelines for the quiz. There will be one question a day. Answer in the comments. Yes, I know this means if you answer 2nd or 3rd you can look at the person's answer in front of you. I'm not sweating it. Why not? Because the contest is based on simply commenting, not getting the answer right. For each quiz question you answer your name will be entered in a drawing to win a signed copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250215134&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;That means if you answer all six quiz questions, your name will be put in the drawing six times. If you answer one, your name will be put in once. See how it works? This is one of those the more you play the better chance you have of winning contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado. Here is the first question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz Question Number 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in eighth grade I had a small featured part in the school production. I accidentally poisoned someone. Who did I kill?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 6 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8405670742395064962?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8405670742395064962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-giveaway-quiz-begin.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8405670742395064962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8405670742395064962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-giveaway-quiz-begin.html' title='Let the Giveaway Quiz Begin'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1944575056362663741</id><published>2009-08-12T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:14:45.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Why'd She Do That?</title><content type='html'>Motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our characters all need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the motivation? Do you know why your characters are doing what they're doing? Do you even know why you're doing what you're doing? I'm not always sure I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday PJ Hoover had an awesome blog post on this over at &lt;a href="http://pjhoover.blogspot.com/2009/08/mid-week-motivation.html"&gt;Roots in Myth&lt;/a&gt; and the conversation in the comments was fascinating - even if it did devolve somewhat into what would Scarlet O'Hara do if confronted with a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with this question: Does the main character's motivation have to be pre-existing or can it be a result of the instigating factor of the story? For example: A vampire shows up and chases a girl. Her motivation is to get away from the vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have this motivation before the vampire showed up, but it is clearly the motivation that keeps the tension high during the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for a character to be more than a cipher there has to be a pre-existing motivation. Scarlet O'Hara's motivation at the beginning of the story was to get Ashley Wilkes,  by the end she wanted to save Tara. All along she really wanted to save herself. If a vampire showed up, her concern would be 'what could this vampire do for me?' Would he get me my drapes back in the windows? Could he help me save Tara? If the answer was no, that vampire would find itself with a stake through it's heart pretty fast (and yes, the Scarlet from the end of the novel could definitely do that).  What if the vampire showed up in the beginning? If it would work to make Ashley jealous, she would have gone along with just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story is not a biography. It does not detail all the aspects of a characters life (even a fictional character). A story tells of something that happened. Something changes in a person's life - that is the starting point for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another the motivation has to be impacted by the instigating factor. Scarlet's initial motivation is to wed Ashley, the war interferes and her motivation changes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the story was about someone who wanted to be number one in her class but a really smart kid transferred in. The motivation remains the same, but now there is a complicating factor - the complicating factor is what makes it a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://books.barnesandnoble.com/search/results.aspx?WRD=when+Mike+Kissed+Emma&amp;amp;box=when%20Mike%20Kissed%20Emma&amp;amp;pos=-1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt; (you knew I had to bring it around to this, I'm still in countdown mode) Emma's motivation is to sing a romantic song with her boyfriend during the school play. She's all about the romance of it with the existing boyfriend. Then Mike shows up and complicates matters. I won't tell you if it changes her motivation or not - don't want to give anything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your motivation? Is it to get away from the vampires, or something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 7 days (1 week!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1944575056362663741?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1944575056362663741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/whyd-she-do-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1944575056362663741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1944575056362663741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/whyd-she-do-that.html' title='Why&apos;d She Do That?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3736317927640468463</id><published>2009-08-11T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:45:34.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>The First Story</title><content type='html'>Today's countdown trivia won't be about &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250041479&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; but about me as a writer. I think I already mentioned that in middle school I wrote what amounted to fan-fiction featuring Charlie's Angels and the Brady Bunch (oh, I do wish I could find that story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, when I was in fourth or fifth grade, I started a story in a spiral notebook with Sally, Linus, Snoopy and a schoolhouse on the front. I still have that notebook and now, I will share with you some of my early ramblings. I still remember lying on my bed and writing these first lines. (Be prepared to be amazed - or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KIDS WILL BE KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This story is about kids. Kids from the same family and from different families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the family's is a family named Watkins. In this family there is a father named James Watkins, Sr., Alice Watkins, the mother. Their two kids: James Watkins, Jr. usually called Jimmy is seven and 2 days old. Jane is the baby of the family although she is three years old and in nursery school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this family life? In Bryn Mawr Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Friday, Sept. 3. The first day of school. Jimmy is going into 2nd grade. He must be there by 9:00 and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walks&lt;/span&gt;. Now it is 2 minutes to 8. His mother's alarm clock will ring in 2 minutes. Tick-tock. ! minute is up. Tick Tock. Tick Tock, boy those minutes are sure ticking away fast.... bzzzz (here it goes be quiet) zzzz.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just feel the tension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot about writing since then. Of course I learned a lot by writing, and naturally, by reading. And I'm sure I'm not done learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 8 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3736317927640468463?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3736317927640468463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3736317927640468463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3736317927640468463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-story.html' title='The First Story'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-859790168611314392</id><published>2009-08-10T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:05:57.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>A Little Dance Trivia</title><content type='html'>School dances. There's a certain similarity to them I think. School gyms or cafeterias. Most lights off. DJ or band rocking the tunes. Some people dancing, others standing around looking at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is by the time I was writing the dance scene in &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Emma/Christine-Marciniak/e/9781601545459/?itm=1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt; it had been a serious number of years since I'd been to a school dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a fortuitous thing happened, I was asked to help chaperone a middle school dance. My daughter (who was only in fifth grade at the time) got to go and hang with her middle school friends. I served soda and observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the elements were what I'd remembered. Dark cafeteria. DJ doing his thing. Groups of girls hanging together. A guy here and there - sometimes with the girls, sometimes in groups of guys. Some people dancing, others not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that was new and different was the introduction of the cell phone to the mix. Kids were busy taking each other's pictures with the phones and then sending them to each other. They were texting each other and who knew what else. 60 to 70 percent of those kids were probably engaged with their cell phone for most of the night. Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the times when almost everyone got into the act on the dance floor? The line dances like the Cha Cha Slide and Cotton-Eye Joe. I decided that was a good way to have Emma and her friends get everyone dancing at their school dance: they requested the Cha Cha Slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the inspiration behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 9 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-859790168611314392?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/859790168611314392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-dance-trivia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/859790168611314392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/859790168611314392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-dance-trivia.html' title='A Little Dance Trivia'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1866507582003440261</id><published>2009-08-09T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:07:33.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Gearing up for a Give-Away</title><content type='html'>Oops I missed a couple days of the countdown. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we wrap up the countdown I think I'm going to start gearing up for a give-away contest. During the next couple of days there will be a few more posts with trivia details involving me and the book. Next week will be devoted to quiz questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who comments and answers the questions will be entered into a drawing to win a signed copy of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1249866378&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 10 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1866507582003440261?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1866507582003440261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/gearing-up-for-give-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1866507582003440261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1866507582003440261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/gearing-up-for-give-away.html' title='Gearing up for a Give-Away'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-5683399551664734871</id><published>2009-08-06T15:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:31:21.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Another Review!</title><content type='html'>Beth at &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writing it Out&lt;/a&gt; has posted a wonderful &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2009/08/writers-book-review-christine.html"&gt;review &lt;/a&gt;of &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Emma/Christine-Marciniak/e/9781601545459/?itm=1"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a scary feeling when you put a book out there - it's published now and anyone can buy it (and I hope lots of people do) but then there comes the concern: will the reader like it? So it's with great relief that the first two reviews I've seen, &lt;a href="http://sfomom.blogspot.com/2009/08/author-author.html"&gt;Barb's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth's&lt;/a&gt; both said sweet things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to official release: 13 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-5683399551664734871?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/5683399551664734871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-review.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5683399551664734871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/5683399551664734871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-review.html' title='Another Review!'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4277809812756544051</id><published>2009-08-05T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:00:16.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What People are Saying!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm just going to point you in a couple of directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Barb at &lt;a href="http://sfomom.blogspot.com/"&gt;SFO Mom&lt;/a&gt; has the honor of writing the first review for &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/when-mike-kissed-emma-paperback-p-3573.html?zenid=1c1981e777511eed365b45953eccb179"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;. Fortunately she liked it. You can read it &lt;a href="http://sfomom.blogspot.com/2009/08/author-author.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Beth at &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writing it Out&lt;/a&gt; has decided to dedicate part of her blog week to me. How cool is that? Today she reprises an &lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaser-trailer-when-mike-kissed-emma.html"&gt;interview &lt;/a&gt;she did with me earlier in the year and features my book trailer. Tomorrow she'll post her review of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/when-mike-kissed-emma-paperback-p-3573.html?zenid=1c1981e777511eed365b45953eccb179"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;. And on Friday she will post an updated interview -&lt;a href="http://bethrevis.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-chance-to-interview-debut-novelist.html"&gt; featuring questions posed by commenters&lt;/a&gt;. So if you have a question you want to see me answer, go put it in Beth's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 14 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4277809812756544051?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4277809812756544051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-what-people-are-saying.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4277809812756544051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4277809812756544051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-what-people-are-saying.html' title='Look What People are Saying!'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-6929439334198112707</id><published>2009-08-04T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:26:41.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>It's a Real Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what came by UPS today? Okay, you've probably figured it out by now. I got my copies of my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't get Advanced Review Copies, this is the first time I've seen it in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real! There's no denying it anymore. This is real. I have a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnjBQVH7hlI/AAAAAAAADjQ/JbwfCzNGymg/s1600-h/P8040024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnjBQVH7hlI/AAAAAAAADjQ/JbwfCzNGymg/s400/P8040024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here I am with my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnjBQpF7mxI/AAAAAAAADjY/tDrlJTGlUrU/s1600-h/P8040026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnjBQpF7mxI/AAAAAAAADjY/tDrlJTGlUrU/s400/P8040026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And here's the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnjBQxOATSI/AAAAAAAADjg/XIHJUoQfjso/s1600-h/P8040027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnjBQxOATSI/AAAAAAAADjg/XIHJUoQfjso/s400/P8040027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Notice the lovely oily residue all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was waiting for the UPS truck to arrive with my precious cargo, I envisioned getting the box, opening it up with my delightful children looking on admiringly (a person can dream) and my husband documenting it all with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the UPS truck drive past our house. Um. That wasn't part of the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He parked two houses down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough in a couple of minutes he emerged and started walking toward our house with the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's in the box?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Books," I answered. "My books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed me the box. "Because something with coconut oil leaked all over it. We better make sure it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed inside for a scissors and the UPS man cut the tape on the box. The damage, luckily was only to the outside of the box and the books were fine. (Phew) But there went my wonderful unveiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. If everything always went according to plan there wouldn't be any story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown (though what exactly I'm counting down to since the book is available and people have already started receiving it I'm not sure): 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-6929439334198112707?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/6929439334198112707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-real-book.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6929439334198112707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6929439334198112707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-real-book.html' title='It&apos;s a Real Book!'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnjBQVH7hlI/AAAAAAAADjQ/JbwfCzNGymg/s72-c/P8040024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4772854981355092438</id><published>2009-08-03T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:23:48.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>A Tag Line</title><content type='html'>I've started thinking that I should practice my handwriting in case anyone wants me to sign one of my books. And then I was thinking that I need some sort of a tag line. I've seen authors use them before - something like "reach for the stars" or "let your creativity soar." Often these have something to do with the theme of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to write? "Go kiss someone." Doesn't seem quite right somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 16 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4772854981355092438?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4772854981355092438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag-line.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4772854981355092438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4772854981355092438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag-line.html' title='A Tag Line'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8013796813708606218</id><published>2009-08-02T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:45:46.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down, But.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnZA81V3itI/AAAAAAAADiQ/1UQN0zNDTUI/s1600-h/WhenMikeKissedE_w2028_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnZA81V3itI/AAAAAAAADiQ/1UQN0zNDTUI/s320/WhenMikeKissedE_w2028_680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365547419913652946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...it looks like it's already here! At least it's possible to place an order at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Mike-Kissed-Christine-Marciniak/dp/1601545452/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1249263688&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon &lt;/a&gt;for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;. I'll keep counting down to the official release - but there's no need to wait any longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 17 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8013796813708606218?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8013796813708606218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/counting-down-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8013796813708606218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8013796813708606218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/counting-down-but.html' title='Counting Down, But.....'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SnZA81V3itI/AAAAAAAADiQ/1UQN0zNDTUI/s72-c/WhenMikeKissedE_w2028_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8293656147766995251</id><published>2009-08-01T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:25:00.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>And Another Excerpt</title><content type='html'>While I'm away here's another quick excerpt from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I needed to talk to Lauren. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but she was my best friend. We couldn’t let years of best-frienddom be ruined by me getting the part she wanted in a play. If our friendship had survived the lunchbox incident of second grade, and the very unfortunate “but I liked Matt first” incident of sixth grade, we surely could survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 18 days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o: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/247511554806622802-8293656147766995251?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8293656147766995251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-another-excerpt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8293656147766995251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8293656147766995251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-another-excerpt.html' title='And Another Excerpt'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8962467388452819366</id><published>2009-07-31T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:22:00.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Mike Kissed Emma'/><title type='text'>Countdown Excerpt</title><content type='html'>Another quick excerpt from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I looked at him and smiled. “I want to dance that incredible dance in the gazebo with you, running from bench to bench.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think the dance is only in the movie, not the play,” Trevor said, thumbing through the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just wasn’t fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 19 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8962467388452819366?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8962467388452819366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/countdown-excerpt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8962467388452819366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8962467388452819366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/countdown-excerpt.html' title='Countdown Excerpt'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3767797800367350414</id><published>2009-07-30T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:29:58.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ideas from Real Life</title><content type='html'>Every year I get together with some friends and the kids to do some Christmas &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmoDV-8L35s"&gt;cookie baking&lt;/a&gt;. If you watch the video in that link you'll see that in one of the pictures when my son was about two he has no pants on, only a shirt and a diaper. There's a story behind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a large house and our kids are close in age so it's possible for the kids to all be off playing somewhere, us not to hear them, and that not be a cause for concern. But this particular time we realized we hadn't seen my son in awhile and we started to get a bit suspicious that he was up to something. None of the other kids had seen him for awhile. We started calling his name (he was the quiet kind of hider - wouldn't answer, wouldn't giggle, nothing). Then we heard water running. My friend led the way to her master bathroom. And there was my son, standing in the middle of her whirlpool tub, the water on, a huge grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the pants went in the dryer, he is photographed pantless and years later I'm able to incorporate that incident into a &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how that all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 20 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3767797800367350414?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3767797800367350414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-ideas-from-real-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3767797800367350414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3767797800367350414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-ideas-from-real-life.html' title='Getting Ideas from Real Life'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-6512287798392851756</id><published>2009-07-29T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:56:47.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming the Role</title><content type='html'>When I was a teen I liked to sing along with soundtrack albums. And there were certain characters I liked to think I would one day play on stage. There was of course Annie, from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083564/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt;, Eliza in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058385/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and either Liesl or Maria in &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059742/"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sure there were others, but those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. So in the privacy of my room I'd sing the songs and act them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what Emma does in &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She dreams of the perfect role for herself and she spends time practicing it and dreaming of what it will be like when she gets that role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did play any of those roles on stage, but Emma does. What one is it? Does she get the role she dreamed of? Only three weeks until those answers will be available to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 21 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-6512287798392851756?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/6512287798392851756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreaming-role.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6512287798392851756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6512287798392851756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreaming-role.html' title='Dreaming the Role'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3391839948540237751</id><published>2009-07-28T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:41:37.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Break a Leg - or Don't</title><content type='html'>An excerpt from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma, her brother, Jake, and her best friend, Lauren are waiting for auditions for the play to start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Break a leg, Jake,” Lauren said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at her. “That would be inconvenient, wouldn’t it?” Then he leaned forward and grinned at me. He didn’t have to say anything; I knew just what he was thinking. I actually did break my leg in eighth grade by falling off a stage. People just wish me good luck now. It seems safer.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 22 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3391839948540237751?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3391839948540237751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/break-leg-or-dont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3391839948540237751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3391839948540237751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/break-leg-or-dont.html' title='Break a Leg - or Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2751543471939977481</id><published>2009-07-27T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:19:43.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>I've talked about Mike: how his character evolved and even what kind of motorcycle he drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today lets talk about Emma and how she got her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned before that &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt; was more or less a spin off from another story. When I made did that the character name had to change. The name had been Meg. But even that wasn't the original name of the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally the character's name was Casey. It was a nickname based on her initials, K.C. for Katrina Caldwell. I came up with the nickname first and then found a name to fit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did I chose those initials. Simple. They were my initials backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Casey simply became Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when my husband and I decided to use that name for our daughter the character's name had to change. That's when she became Meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Meg needed a new name for a new story: thus Emma was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 23 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2751543471939977481?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2751543471939977481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2751543471939977481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2751543471939977481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1669767497858625040</id><published>2009-07-26T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:30:25.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Mike?</title><content type='html'>Mike, obviously is the person who kisses Emma in &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;. And yesterday I explained that the other kids in school refer to him as Biker Mike. And he's not the kind of person Emma sees herself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not how he started out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first draft Mike was an ex-boyfriend, determined to get her back from her current boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a later draft Mike was a good friend who Emma simply never thought of in a romantic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Mike became Biker Mike, the person Emma can not see herself with in a hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Mike kisses Emma and ... well, you'll have to read the book to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 24 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1669767497858625040?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1669767497858625040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-is-mike.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1669767497858625040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1669767497858625040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-is-mike.html' title='Who is Mike?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-8798286943751312066</id><published>2009-07-25T21:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:23:36.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker Mike Needed a Bike</title><content type='html'>Mike in &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is known around school as Biker Mike. This is (surprise, surprise) because he rides a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more or less content to just leave it at that. But my wonderful critique group called me on it. "What kind of motorcycle?" "What does it look like?" and the suggestion "make it something unique that tells us a little more about the character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I know next to nothing about motorcycles. So I hit my trusty friend Google. And I found a motorcycle for Biker Mike: A 1941 Indian Chief that he's restoring with his dad. I suspect it looks something like this, or will when they finish restoring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ziggysmotorworks.com/project%20bikes/PROJECTINDEX.HTML"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SmuvDuMJ4mI/AAAAAAAADgY/NslonL0iay8/s320/41-chief-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362572259788186210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 25 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-8798286943751312066?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/8798286943751312066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/biker-mike-needed-bike.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8798286943751312066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/8798286943751312066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/biker-mike-needed-bike.html' title='Biker Mike Needed a Bike'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SmuvDuMJ4mI/AAAAAAAADgY/NslonL0iay8/s72-c/41-chief-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2231980638452527753</id><published>2009-07-24T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:05:15.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winning First Paragraph?</title><content type='html'>The opening paragraph for &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is number five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;5) I walked right into him. I didn’t even see him standing there until I bounced off his chest. Books went flying. Pencils and pens clattered across the black and white floor tiles. And I would have landed on the floor too, if he hadn’t grabbed my arms and steadied me. I looked up to thank him, and saw the most gorgeous blue eyes. Really blue. I don’t think I’d even seen anyone with eyes that blue. And then I realized who those eyes were attached to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Barb guessed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though number two was actually a close second - it was the second to last version. Number six was actually one of the first versions - before I decided to switch to first person. And as for the others, you can see how I was trying to decide where to start the story: the dance, the auditions, the lockers by the hallway. Hallway won - but not at the locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 26 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2231980638452527753?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2231980638452527753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-winning-first-paragraph.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2231980638452527753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2231980638452527753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-winning-first-paragraph.html' title='And the Winning First Paragraph?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7401903174862540102</id><published>2009-07-23T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:49:13.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sentences</title><content type='html'>Opening sentences are critical. If the opening doesn’t grab an agent or an editor then nothing else is going to matter. For that reason it sometimes takes many attempts to get an opening that works for a story. Fairy tale authors had it easy: their stories could all start “Once upon a time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are six opening paragraphs from various drafts of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;. They are not posted in any particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which opening grabs you? Which one do you think is the one you will find on the first page of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;? Put your guesses in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) “Are you trying out for the school play?” I asked Mike as he effortlessly opened his locker, while I struggled with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Geez, Em,” he complained, “how many times are you going to ask?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a point, I suppose. “I don’t know,” I tried the combination again, still nothing. I had asked him about four times today – but he was making me ask him over and over, because he hadn’t given me an answer yet. Once more with the locker – third time’s the charm, right? The lock clicked, now, I just had to get the latch open. And it opened, suddenly, sending me bouncing off Mike. I straightened up, casually adjusted my shirt, and put my books away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2) I walked right into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knocked him over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker Mike. The last person you want to knock over in the hallway: leather jacket, long hair, tattoo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;3) The gym was decorated in some sort of aquatic theme with blue streamers and paper fish hanging from the ceiling. The band, a bunch of kids from school, was playing. The only lights on were in the back near the punch and cookies, so the dance floor was appropriately dim. But the dance floor was empty. Everyone stood milling around, watching the band from a safe distance, but no one seemed willing to get things started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was willing. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;4) “When you’re sixteen going on seventeen,” I sang to myself as I spun the dial on my locker. “left to five, ‘waiting for life to start’ to the right, spin past 25, now land on 25, good, ‘somebody kind will open your heart,’ now back to the left to 18.” I pulled on the handle. It didn’t open. “Damn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you ever stop talking?” the guy at the locker next to me asked. His locker was already open, and he was putting on his leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Only when I’m sleeping, Mike,” I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;5) I walked right into him. I didn’t even see him standing there until I bounced off his chest. Books went flying. Pencils and pens clattered across the black and white floor tiles. And I would have landed on the floor too, if he hadn’t grabbed my arms and steadied me. I looked up to thank him, and saw the most gorgeous blue eyes. Really blue. I don’t think I’d even seen anyone with eyes that blue. And then I realized who those eyes were attached to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker Mike.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;6) “Until you find your dream,” the girl on stage warbled. Emma Landon winced. She had a feeling that some of the people trying out would be fairly easy to rule out, that was good, less competition for the role of Liesl. She took her strawberry blonde hair out of its ponytail, and then, put it back in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop fidgeting with your hair,” hissed her best friend, Lauren Gardner, who was sitting next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not,” Emma insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It makes you look nervous,” Lauren insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not nervous.” Emma insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 27 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7401903174862540102?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7401903174862540102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-sentences.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7401903174862540102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7401903174862540102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-sentences.html' title='First Sentences'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7268254956729406317</id><published>2009-07-22T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:36:51.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Yourself in the Story</title><content type='html'>It was in middle school that I really started to write longer stories. There was one in particular that got quite long and involved. I'm not sure of the exact location of the story right now - though I know I have it somewhere. And what I started to write was fanfiction. I didn't realize it at the time, and I never would have called it that, but that's what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I liked watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073972/"&gt;Charlie's Angels&lt;/a&gt; (and yes, I know I'm dating myself) and I imagined myself getting a recurring role in the show. So I created a role for myself and would think of different episodes I could star in as Jamie, Sabrina's younger sister. Remember this was when I still had delusions of being a famous actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I started one of these stories down. I remember that Jamie had a moped. Oh, how I wanted a moped (parental veto came into play on that one). In the story Jamie was in an accident with her moped (moped accident's were the reason for the parental veto in my household) and who should come upon her on the side of the road. Of course, (don't laugh - okay, go ahead and laugh) the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063878/"&gt;Brady Bunch&lt;/a&gt; on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That story's a real keeper. I'll have to find it before it can be used as blackmail material by my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I realized that if I wanted to actually get a story published (and be the youngest best-selling author in the US...can't say I didn't have dreams) it probably needed original characters and not the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063878/"&gt;Brady Bunch&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073972/"&gt;Charlie's Angels&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I started a new story. And many generations later part of that new story became &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that other story another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 28 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7268254956729406317?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7268254956729406317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/putting-yourself-in-story.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7268254956729406317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7268254956729406317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/putting-yourself-in-story.html' title='Putting Yourself in the Story'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-3645857522744324009</id><published>2009-07-21T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:49:09.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Continues</title><content type='html'>There will be a contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all the details worked out yet. Part of it will likely involve trivia from the various posts this month, so be sure to pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize, of course, will be a copy of &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 29 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-3645857522744324009?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/3645857522744324009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/countdown-continues.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3645857522744324009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/3645857522744324009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/countdown-continues.html' title='The Countdown Continues'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-542021387395074850</id><published>2009-07-20T16:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:16:41.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SmTajPZVLVI/AAAAAAAADgQ/WmR1X7I6O0s/s1600-h/P7200219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SmTajPZVLVI/AAAAAAAADgQ/WmR1X7I6O0s/s400/P7200219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was in middle school I figured it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that I would be a Broadway star someday. Why not? I'd gone to see Annie, starring that unknown kid, Sarah Jessica Parker, hey, if she could do it, why not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start with - she could sing. Me, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a good reading voice and was able to act some, so I did get a small featured role in our eighth grade production. I killed the prince. It was an accident. I felt bad about it. Can't you tell? That's me informing an astonished prince that I may have just poisoned him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my last acting role. I figured I'd be in the high school plays,  but after not getting in the show my freshman year I didn't try out again. Instead I worked backstage - which I loved, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Emma is much more talented than I ever was. She gets the lead in the school musical. Now, if only her boyfriend, and not Biker Mike, of all people, were playing the male lead, then everything would be perfect. But when it comes down to it - what's perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 30 days.&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/247511554806622802-542021387395074850?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/542021387395074850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-stage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/542021387395074850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/542021387395074850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-stage.html' title='On Stage'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SmTajPZVLVI/AAAAAAAADgQ/WmR1X7I6O0s/s72-c/P7200219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4563170173200210440</id><published>2009-07-19T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:56:58.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SmPce6lG3WI/AAAAAAAADfQ/Andmy2R3DEI/s1600-h/WhenMikeKissedE_w2028_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SmPce6lG3WI/AAAAAAAADfQ/Andmy2R3DEI/s400/WhenMikeKissedE_w2028_680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370405180104034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in countdown mode now. In one month, on August 19, 2009  &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2051&amp;amp;Itemid=176"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/a&gt; will be released. As a lead in to it I plan to do something fun on this blog every day until then. There may even be contests and giveaways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to get you in the mood here's another glimpse of the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6kpC0uRkfac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6kpC0uRkfac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4563170173200210440?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4563170173200210440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-month-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4563170173200210440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4563170173200210440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-month-to-go.html' title='One Month To Go'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/SmPce6lG3WI/AAAAAAAADfQ/Andmy2R3DEI/s72-c/WhenMikeKissedE_w2028_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-7435001154855191496</id><published>2009-07-15T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:17:31.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does the Character Really Want?</title><content type='html'>Characters in a story have to want something. They have to really want it. And they should be thwarted in getting it right away. That lays down the conflict for the story (it sounds so simple when put like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does that character want? It's not simply a matter of they want to solve the mystery or find a new love. There has to be a desire for something more. Something they strive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me to thinking - what do I strive for? What do I want? I want to be a published author. Woo-hoo as of August 19 I'll be able to say that I am. I want more than one book published, so I'm still working on that part of the desire. Other than that I'm fairly content. It's easier sometimes to think of things I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't want a tattoo. This isn't a matter of not liking needles (which I don't) or having any philosophical objection to tattoos (which I don't). I just don't want one. I don't need to debate with myself over whether I should get one or not. The desire is simply not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't want to jump out of an airplane. Even with a parachute. There's no little part of me that says 'if I only wasn't afraid' or 'if I had the money' I'd do this. Nope. It simply does not appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't want to be an astronaut. I do not think it would be cool to be in a spaceship out in the middle of space. Cool views - yes. Send the pictures, I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't want to go on a rollercoaster that goes upside down. This is largely because that would make me dizzy and nauseous - in which case, no one else would want me on that roller coaster either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want? What things would I do if money and time were not an object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I want to go to Ireland. It's the only country where I have ancestors from that I haven't been to yet. (I should probably get to Boston too - I had ancestors from there too and it's a lot closer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'd love to take a world cruise and see exotic places. (This one requires much time and money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I want to see the Grand Canyon. Not sure about riding a mule down to the bottom, but I'd love to see the Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I want to have a book of mine be on the bestseller list sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wouldn't make the most exciting main character in a book - but it's good to think about these things now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things do you want? What things do you totally not want? And don't go calling me a wimp because I don't want a tattoo or to jump out of an airplane, I already know I'm a wimp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-7435001154855191496?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/7435001154855191496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-does-character-really-want.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7435001154855191496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/7435001154855191496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-does-character-really-want.html' title='What Does the Character Really Want?'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-4341631991028068702</id><published>2009-07-08T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:56:32.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing Something to Read</title><content type='html'>I was at the library today and had an epiphany of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son was at tennis, my daughter at the camp program at the playground, so I had a few minutes to browse in the new book room and pick something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing appealed to me. No titles jumped out at me. No authors who are on my personal 'must read list'  had new books on the shelves that I hadn't already read. I pulled a few books off the shelf and read the jacket copy, then put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I had some inkling of what an agent goes through every day as they read through their queries. Now, I realize that an agent can't simply base things on "what do I feel like reading today." An agent has to look for marketability and other things as well, but a part of it is going to come down to "does this appeal to me right now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People caution that sometimes when an agent says no it's simply because the project wasn't right for that particular agent. And today I totally got that. All of those books on the shelves had been chosen by someone - either an agent or a publisher - and eventually even a librarian. They were the winners. The ones that got published. Yet, I couldn't find one to interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kudos to the agents who sift through queries all day looking for the gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to go prepare a gem that an agent will want to read (and represent). But, if I get another rejection, I'll remember those books I didn't want to read in the library, and try again. Someone wants to read those books - and someone will like my new novel too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-4341631991028068702?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/4341631991028068702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/choosing-something-to-read.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4341631991028068702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/4341631991028068702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/choosing-something-to-read.html' title='Choosing Something to Read'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-2256274734895095028</id><published>2009-07-05T15:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:59:36.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I've Read this Year - Part 4</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation from last month's lists of the books I've read. If you're interested here are parts &lt;a href="http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/06/books-ive-read-this-year.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/06/books-ive-read-this-year-part-2.html"&gt;two &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/06/books-ive-read-this-year-part-3.html"&gt;three&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing where I left off puts me at book number 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6455808-the-rosary-keeping-company-with-jesus-and-mary"&gt;The Rosary: Keeping Company with Jesus and Mary&lt;/a&gt; by Karen Edmisten. I've been reading &lt;a href="http://karenedmisten.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen's blog&lt;/a&gt; (with the shockingly clever title) for a while now, so I was delighted to find her book in my local Catholic bookstore. It's a wonderful, clear, easy to understand book sharing the mysteries of the rosary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2728347.The_Wednesday_Sisters_A_Novel"&gt;The Wednesday Sisters: A Novel&lt;/a&gt; by Meg Waite Clayton. This book about friends who bond over playground time with the children who all seem to harbor a secret desire to write a book was a pleasant read, but felt predictable, from the friend whose marriage falls apart to the one with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/556136.The_Wednesday_Wars"&gt;The Wednesday Wars&lt;/a&gt; by Gary D. Schmidt (and it wasn't that I was in a Wednesday mood or anything). This YA book had a delightful hero and a great supporting cast of characters. The Shakespeare thrown in through out was a lot of fun and the history of the time (the 60s) was interspersed in such a way that it never felt like the author was making a point of "this is what life was like then". I recommended it to my 12 year old, who and loved it (and now wants to read The Tempest so she can find the good Caliban curses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3124249.A_Lion_Among_Men"&gt;A Lion Among Men (The Wicked Years, Part 3) &lt;/a&gt; by Gregory Maguire. I found I didn't enjoy this book as much as the first two in the series (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37442.Wicked_The_Life_and_Times_of_the_Wicked_Witch_of_the_West"&gt;Wicked &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13521.Son_of_a_Witch_A_Novel"&gt;Son of a Witch&lt;/a&gt;). The lion is not a very sympathetic character and there is a lot of back story and not so much new story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3393648.Heart_and_Soul"&gt;Heart and Soul&lt;/a&gt; by Maeve Binchy. There is something so soothing and pleasant about Maeve Binchy's books. She has such a way of creating characters who want to know more about. I was eager to read this newest book and I wasn't disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2853929.The_Possibilities_of_Sainthood"&gt;The Possibilities of Sainthood &lt;/a&gt;by Donna Freitas. Fifteen-year-old Antonia wants to be a saint. She thinks she can do this without being dead. While its a cute story, it was a bit lacking in the authentic Catholic teaching department. Her obsession with saints reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/309773.Millions"&gt;Millions&lt;/a&gt;; I thought the obsession was handled better in that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6408579-prairie-tale-a-memoir"&gt;Prairie Tale: A Memoir&lt;/a&gt; by Melissa Gilbert. I'll admit I watched Little House on the Prairie obsessively while I was growing up, so naturally I was interested in what Melissa's real life was like. It was nothing like the life she had on the TV show. The book is honest and entertaining. She doesn't hold back as she tells of some of the difficult things she's dealt with in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4628647.Any_Which_Wall"&gt;Any Which Wall&lt;/a&gt; by Laurel Snyder. This book was a pure delight to read. The comfy style and magical adventures made this a book I immediately recommended to my twelve year old. She read it and adored it. Now we've got to convince the nine-year-old to read it (but he's busy with Goosebumps books right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2728527.The_Guernsey_Literary_and_Potato_Peel_Pie_Society"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/a&gt; by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. This was a book I saw recommended by &lt;a href="http://melissawiley.com/"&gt;Melissa Wiley&lt;/a&gt;, so when I saw it in the library I grabbed it. I am so glad I did. The book was a delight to read. I was a little leery when I saw it was written in letter format - but it worked very well. Set in 1946 with a wonderfully diverse cast of characters and a lot of history about the Channel Islands during WWII thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5774879.The_Secret"&gt;The Secret (Seasons of Grace book 1) &lt;/a&gt;by Beverly Lewis. While I often enjoy Beverly Lewis's writing style and her stories of a simpler life among the Amish, I found that this book didn't deliver. It is the first in a series and simply is not a stand alone book. Of the many plot lines started in the story only one is resolved and although the eponymous secret is revealed to the reader, most of the characters in the book are still in the dark. I enjoy series books but I think that each should tell a complete story on its own, not leave so many loose ends that I feel like I'm still in the middle of the book not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2433893.Up_and_Down_the_Scratchy_Mountains"&gt;Up and Down Scratchy Mountain&lt;/a&gt; by Laurel Snyder. After reading &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4628647.Any_Which_Wall"&gt;Any Which Wal&lt;/a&gt;l I decided I had to read Laurel Snyder's first book. This is a delightful fairy-tale style adventure with a plucky milk maid and a prince (though it's not his fault.) A very fun read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've made the 52 book challenge, and that brings me up to date on what I've read so far this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-2256274734895095028?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/2256274734895095028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-ive-read-this-year-part-4.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2256274734895095028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/2256274734895095028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-ive-read-this-year-part-4.html' title='Books I&apos;ve Read this Year - Part 4'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-1013749734938364160</id><published>2009-07-02T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:05:18.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailer for When Mike Kissed Emma</title><content type='html'>The release date for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Mike Kissed Emma&lt;/span&gt; is coming up fast (August 19) so I decided it was time to finalize the trailer and get it out here for people to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado - here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6kpC0uRkfac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6kpC0uRkfac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-1013749734938364160?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1013749734938364160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/trailer-for-when-mike-kissed-emma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1013749734938364160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/1013749734938364160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/07/trailer-for-when-mike-kissed-emma.html' title='Trailer for When Mike Kissed Emma'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247511554806622802.post-6164953578747698362</id><published>2009-06-29T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:50:46.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Guest Blogger Today</title><content type='html'>If you want to read what I have to say about writing and revising today you need to go to the &lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=259650449&amp;amp;blogId=497642686"&gt;Enchanting Reviews blog&lt;/a&gt;. (It's a MySpace blog, so I believe you have to have a MySpace account to access it. I signed up. But I have absolutely no information in that account, so don't go looking for me there.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/247511554806622802-6164953578747698362?l=christinemarciniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/feeds/6164953578747698362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-guest-blogger-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6164953578747698362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/247511554806622802/posts/default/6164953578747698362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemarciniak.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-guest-blogger-today.html' title='I&apos;m a Guest Blogger Today'/><author><name>Christine Marciniak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jNFbMHr48/S6DplihOUAI/AAAAAAAAD4g/CU9XoTLbTp4/S220/Picture+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
