<?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-16915458411949934</id><updated>2011-09-26T07:23:20.351-07:00</updated><category term='AW'/><category term='agents'/><category term='Hell'/><category term='2009'/><category term='facepalm'/><category term='band geeks'/><category term='SINK'/><category term='family'/><category term='teaser'/><category term='editing'/><category term='WIP'/><category term='writing'/><category term='headdesk'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Liz Page: Just Keep Writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5945600789824605830</id><published>2010-08-27T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:07:36.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIA Esther</title><content type='html'>I've been woefully absent. My real life has gotten out of control and I haven't had much time to write, but this needs to be said and shared.&lt;br /&gt;16 year old Esther was an amazing nerdfighter and fueled the Harry Potter Alliance. She was&amp;nbsp;brilliant, inspiring, and, I truly believe, the reason why there is a little less suck in this world.&lt;br /&gt;She may be gone, but we will never forget her. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/cookie4monster4#p/u/4/fa3XHeMtY3s"&gt;Let her life change yours&lt;/a&gt;. I know you're all incredibly busy, but for once, just take a minute and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj96HM9kDTQ&amp;amp;feature=uploademail"&gt;stand there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFTBA guys. And you too, Esther. You're just behind that veil, and you're always in our hearts and our memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-5945600789824605830?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5945600789824605830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5945600789824605830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5945600789824605830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5945600789824605830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/08/ria-esther.html' title='RIA Esther'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-2031603309625665682</id><published>2010-08-09T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:25:07.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teasing Again!</title><content type='html'>I've missed a week, far too caught up in beta'ing, finishing off the final draft of A Not So Happily Ever Afterlife, and sending off queries/requests. I knew I'd gotten way too into Heaven/Hell/Demons/Celestials when I sent Karlie this one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg I scared the shit out of myself. You would have laughed  at me. I was flipping through a file and look up to my computer and the  space thingy on the screen, like the little line that says where  you&amp;nbsp;are? yeah, it's just rolling through the document. like making  spaces on its own. im like omg demon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":16w"&gt;&lt;div id=":16v"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then I realized I had the file resting on the spacebar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, my writing is atrocious when I email Karlie. I was scared, guys! Cut me a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6nqsrPAjP1qzf0lxo1_r1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6nqsrPAjP1qzf0lxo1_r1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Prop Eight was overturned. Hell yes California. You're finally cool again. Oh God, now you all know I'm a total QAF fan. It's okay. I trust you with my secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been writing much (I'm a slacker, you caught me) but here's a bit from my rewrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were little, we made forts out of pillows and would lie side by side, sharing cookies like lost hunters, protecting each other from imaginary bears and invisible wolves. As we got older, it was shared popcorn and the horror movies he’d pass down to me. When we were nearly adults, it was hips brushing on hospital beds while he read to me out of my favorite novels. Even then I’d thought we’d always be able to fend off the wolves, so long as we stayed side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Do you remember when you were little and you’d bring home your tests and papers with red A’s big as the teacher’s hand? I mean, it was a Boston public school. Each school had, like, three calculators. But you, you aced everything, put them all to shame,” Sam says, laughing into his bottle, elbow grazing mine. He never gets nostalgic; I’m not sure how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And Mom was never home cause she worked those crazy shifts at the diner and Frankie was pulling doubles to save up for this house, so you’d put my papers up on the fridge,” I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And I was still short so they were all collected on the bottom half, stacked on top of each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah, you always took care of me,” I says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Except for that time you reset my shoulder, do you remember that?” he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Course, I was nine and you had skipped school then fallen out of a tree so I had to reset your arm. And Mom never found out.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You never told her. Besides, you reset it so well I never had to go to the hospital,” he laughs and clinks the necks of our bottles together. “You’re all I’ve really had, you know?” He’s speaking so quietly it’s like it’s not meant for me to hear, but I guess that’s the point. Sam doesn’t do feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “It’s mutual, bro,” I say, kicking his foot so he’ll look up at me. “You’ll be okay when I’m gone.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You don’t get it, do you? I’m your big brother, I’m supposed to take care of you, always have. I was at every one of your softball games, I read every one of your papers, stayed up all night to help you study. This, I can’t save you from this.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You’re not supposed to.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I am supposed to. I protect you, remember? You were always a little girl. Then, one day, right before my eyes, you were beautiful. I don’t think you even realized it yet. But you had guys lining up down the street for you, and I was so scared. What was I going to do when you decided you didn’t need me anymore?”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “But I did need you,” I remind him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yeah, I know, had to bash in a few skulls every now and then.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Which made me a big hit with the boys.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Well it wasn’t supposed to,” he says, nudging me with his elbow. “It was supposed to keep you safe.” He shakes his head and takes a long swig from his bottle. Sam’s always kept me safe, in the big and the little ways. I’m not sure which is more important. When we’d go on family trips, he always took the bed by the door, always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, even walked in front of me into dark rooms. “I wish you hadn’t stopped fighting.”&lt;br /&gt;I frown, furrow my brow. “I never stopped fighting, I‘m just accepting my fate.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yes, you did stop. There’s more treatments out there, more options.” His voice is edging on desperate, it’s unsettling. How can someone protect me from the dark if they’re clinging to me too tightly to see what’s happening, to be brave and fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-2031603309625665682?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2031603309625665682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=2031603309625665682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2031603309625665682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2031603309625665682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/08/teasing-again.html' title='Teasing Again!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1661879528487889430</id><published>2010-07-26T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:26:06.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Tease From Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 43000/50000 words from finishing this. Eek! I'm so close I can taste the sulfur. I just need to hunker down and finish it off now. If I can manage that, I'm sure I'll start a new MS while I edit this one, so this might be the last tease. It's still the first draft so beware of grammar/spelling mistakes. Thanks for all your support through this one guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i772.photobucket.com/albums/yy4/frenziedmuse/the%20great%20truth/life_quotes_quote_serious_no_one_ge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://i772.photobucket.com/albums/yy4/frenziedmuse/the%20great%20truth/life_quotes_quote_serious_no_one_ge.jpg" width="320" /&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/16915458411949934-1661879528487889430?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1661879528487889430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1661879528487889430&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1661879528487889430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1661879528487889430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-tease-from-hell.html' title='Last Tease From Hell'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i772.photobucket.com/albums/yy4/frenziedmuse/the%20great%20truth/th_life_quotes_quote_serious_no_one_ge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5519245518962453511</id><published>2010-07-19T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T06:58:32.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell'/><title type='text'>I can haz tease?</title><content type='html'>Show of hands, who saw Inception? It's movies like that that make me question my ability to tell a story. Not a spoiler, but if you saw it, do you think the top fell at the end?&lt;br /&gt;Tease from hell. Weeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-5519245518962453511?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5519245518962453511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5519245518962453511&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5519245518962453511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5519245518962453511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-haz-tease.html' title='I can haz tease?'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-3443409611653490606</id><published>2010-07-12T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:07:18.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser from Hell</title><content type='html'>So, I'm 25000/50000 of my Heaven/Hell MS and 20000/60000 of my rewrite. All in one week. Jeesh. If only my office is so dead every week so I can just keep pushing at this pace! Tease from our little demon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac200/lova_03/Quotes/Hapiness_is____by_Roux_S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac200/lova_03/Quotes/Hapiness_is____by_Roux_S.jpg" width="320" /&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/16915458411949934-3443409611653490606?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3443409611653490606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=3443409611653490606&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3443409611653490606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3443409611653490606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/07/teaser-from-hell.html' title='Teaser from Hell'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac200/lova_03/Quotes/th_Hapiness_is____by_Roux_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5190830763102849943</id><published>2010-07-05T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T07:22:15.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Trip To Hell</title><content type='html'>While I'm revising 365, which is majorly sad, I decided to go for something majorly fun/borderline cracktastic. Dani dies, embarrassingly, and goes to Heaven, which is great and everything, but pretty boring. So, she jumps on a job opportunity down south, without asking quite how far down. Hijinks ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i769.photobucket.com/albums/xx340/mackenziecalle/rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i769.photobucket.com/albums/xx340/mackenziecalle/rain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-5190830763102849943?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5190830763102849943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5190830763102849943&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5190830763102849943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5190830763102849943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuesday-trip-to-hell.html' title='Tuesday Trip To Hell'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1946218582544580714</id><published>2010-06-28T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:15:47.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facepalm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headdesk'/><title type='text'>Tease from something new...errr..old</title><content type='html'>I'm completely rewriting one of my old manuscripts, which is the most exciting and frustrating experience ever, so I just want to thank you all for being supportive and saving me from headdesking on a regular basis. You won't recognize this scene, but if you recognize the characters, you get brownie points for reading this blog for so long. Also, that picture is from my Blackberry (read: brickbreaker device) as proof that Boston can be beautiful on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/TClzK2tf_DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wh_W-rwBUdI/s1600/bberry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/TClzK2tf_DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wh_W-rwBUdI/s320/bberry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-1946218582544580714?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1946218582544580714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1946218582544580714&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1946218582544580714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1946218582544580714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/tease-from-something-newerrrold.html' title='Tease from something new...errr..old'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/TClzK2tf_DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wh_W-rwBUdI/s72-c/bberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-2319212517540845575</id><published>2010-06-21T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T05:12:00.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-t-tease</title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten very far on this because I've been flipping between first person POV and third. I might post a bit of the first person next week to compare. But look! It's less than 500 words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i905.photobucket.com/albums/ac254/driescludts/california/road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i905.photobucket.com/albums/ac254/driescludts/california/road.jpg" width="320" /&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/16915458411949934-2319212517540845575?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2319212517540845575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=2319212517540845575&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2319212517540845575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2319212517540845575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/t-t-tease.html' title='T-t-tease'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i905.photobucket.com/albums/ac254/driescludts/california/th_road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1793638981891048693</id><published>2010-06-16T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:56:38.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards!</title><content type='html'>Today I received my first award from &lt;a href="http://karlanellenbach-lastword.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://wordlarceny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ellen&lt;/a&gt;. Check out their blogs. For seriously. Thanks so much guys, love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/TBk0sizN3-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/h57K2y4nc7w/s1600/theversatileblogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/TBk0sizN3-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/h57K2y4nc7w/s320/theversatileblogger.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And since every civilized society needs rules ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Share 7 things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pass the award along to 15 bloggers  who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic for  whatever reason! (In no particular order...)&lt;br /&gt;4. Contact the bloggers  you've picked and let them know about the award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7 things you never wanted to know about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; 1. I am not naturally as blond as I pretend to be. Oh, wait, you knew that people weren't born with bleach-white hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. I'm a Boston girl. I love The Celtics, please pick it up in game 7 boys; The Sox, oh, Ellsbury, get better baby; and The Pats, I have no words for their state of play right now, except that our quarterback is hotter than yours so I still win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Our TV is named Stevee the TV, despite the fact that boyfriend won't call it that. God, it's totally unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. I breathe Supernatural. I still squee every time I get a good glimpse of Jensen's freckles and Padalecki's abs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. I have twirled baton and played violin since fourth grade. Once I left high school I got marginally less cultured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. I say nomnomnom and IRL just because it pisses boyfriend off. That's also the same reason my blackberry is always glued to my hand. I'm that obnoxious person. I'm  not even doing anything cool, just playing brickbreaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. I make amazing margaritas. If you come to Boston, come have one with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, 15 in no particular order. I'm a total cheat (as you know from my inability to keep teasers under 500 words, and my lists to always overflow) so I just have to rec the girls who gave me this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://wordlarceny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ellen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://karlanellenbach-lastword.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://briallison.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bri &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://youngadultbookworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://beccarogers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://phoebeeating.com%20%09%20/"&gt;Phoebe &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.katehart.net/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://karlaerikacal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://glenakinsays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://kaitlinward.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kaitlin &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.bluelipsticksamurai.com/"&gt;Blue Lipstick Samurai &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.houndrat.com/"&gt;Debra &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://musingsofjswood.blogspot.com/"&gt;J.S Wood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://corrinejackson.com/wordpress/"&gt;Cory &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://sagelikethespice.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sage&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/16915458411949934-1793638981891048693?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1793638981891048693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1793638981891048693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1793638981891048693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1793638981891048693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/awards.html' title='Awards!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/TBk0sizN3-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/h57K2y4nc7w/s72-c/theversatileblogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-3927262045211911863</id><published>2010-06-14T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:01:32.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Tease</title><content type='html'>This is something brand new. I have no idea whether I even like it or not, but these are the opening pages. I've rewritten it about twelve times, because I'm never satisfied, and I have to do &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;while I wait for beta comments on band geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i40.tinypic.com/117eqgj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/117eqgj.jpg" width="320" /&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/16915458411949934-3927262045211911863?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3927262045211911863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=3927262045211911863&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3927262045211911863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3927262045211911863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/brand-new-tease.html' title='Brand New Tease'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/117eqgj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-4085189922631295845</id><published>2010-06-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:01:51.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teaser</title><content type='html'>Without my school schedule I almost always forget that it's Tuesday. I'm putting the finishing touches on band geeks, then sending it out to my beta (seriously, it will be in your inbox tomorrow Karlie, promise) so this will probably be the last tease because I'm about to start putting an SNI on paper. As always, if you want to beta, feel free to comment or email me at epage126[@]gmail[.]com. Thanks guys! You're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/ryuu-sasuke/airplanes.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/ryuu-sasuke/airplanes.png" width="320" /&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/16915458411949934-4085189922631295845?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4085189922631295845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=4085189922631295845&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4085189922631295845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4085189922631295845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/teaser.html' title='teaser'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-354512776077220799</id><published>2010-06-01T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:14:00.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band geeks'/><title type='text'>Tease!</title><content type='html'>Sooo, band geeks is pretty much done. It just needs to go out to my beta. If you'd like to beta, I'd do it in return! Just comment or email me at epage126[at]gmail[dot]com. Thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-354512776077220799?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/354512776077220799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=354512776077220799&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/354512776077220799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/354512776077220799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/tease.html' title='Tease!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-351189631268641136</id><published>2010-05-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:26:28.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band geeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Band Geek Pranksters time, guys. Thanks so much for all your comments and love so far. Seriously, it means the world to me. Also, go on over to &lt;a href="http://karlanellenbach-lastword.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karlie&lt;/a&gt;'s blog and wish her a late happy b-day. It was today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y262/lolaZ_/summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y262/lolaZ_/summer.jpg" /&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/16915458411949934-351189631268641136?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/351189631268641136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=351189631268641136&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/351189631268641136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/351189631268641136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-2494439269972939004</id><published>2010-05-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:48:19.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG you guys</title><content type='html'>Perks of Being a Wallflower is being made into a movie...pause for dramatic silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo30/a8/74/3f6319cf5251__1274450433000.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo30/a8/74/3f6319cf5251__1274450433000.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you've ever read my blog, you know that I won't shut up about this book, and that is for good reason. Perks absolutely &lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt; my teenage years. I cannot put into words how much this book means to me. It's been passed through so many people (read: I've pushed it on so many people) that it's completely worn out with a broken spine, tattered pages, and a very sweet message written in red sharpie from my boyfriend in the front (you're the only one to make me feel infinite too, baby.)&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the books I can honestly point to and say, "Yeah, that changed my life." I've literally read it dozens of times, and can recite a majority of the pages.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out about the movie from &lt;a href="http://bigglasscases.blogspot.com/2010/05/perks-of-being-patient.html#comments"&gt;Sarah  LaPolla's&lt;/a&gt; blog, and nearly jumped out of my seat. My fingers were  fumbling all over my blackberry as I called The Boyfriend, praying he  wasn't in work yet. He picked up, and I responded with "Perks is being  made into&amp;nbsp;a movie with Hermoine Granger," but I was so excited that I  had to try at least three times to get it out. He freaked out as well,  hemmed and hawed with me about the casting, then we chatted forever  about it as if we won't see each other in a few hours, because &lt;b&gt;that's  what Perks does to people, guys.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, Emma Watson is playing Sam. I love Emma Watson, I really do, but she's not who I was expecting. I guess you can never get exactly what you want, because they'll never look just like you imagine them. To me, Sam was tall, a little plain,&amp;nbsp;and just &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much older than Charlie.&amp;nbsp;Logan Lerman (aka Percy&amp;nbsp;Jackson) is playing Charlie. And&amp;nbsp;I'm just &lt;i&gt;so ehhh&lt;/i&gt; about the casting. Charlie is supposed to be, like, 14, tiny and adorable. When I'm reading Perks, I constantly just want to wrap him up in my arms and keep him safe. The difference between a freshman and senior in high school is &lt;b&gt;massive&lt;/b&gt;. The difference between an 18 year old and a 21 year old? Not massive at all.&lt;br /&gt;What I am so far from bummed about is the director/screenwriter. It is Mr. Chbosky himself. I've written that name so many times in my obsessive ranting that I don't even have to look it up anymore. I always whined about him not writing another book (can you tell I whine a lot?) but I completely forgive him now. As Boyfriend put it, now nothing will be lost in the artistic translation. Let's just pray for that.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read it yet, shame on you! No, I'm kidding, just go get it. You can probably order it from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Perks-Being-Wallflower-Stephen-Chbosky/dp/0671027344"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; for super cheap. Look, I'll even link you. It's barely more than a hundred pages so you have no excuse!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-2494439269972939004?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2494439269972939004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=2494439269972939004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2494439269972939004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2494439269972939004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg-you-guys.html' title='OMG you guys'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-132243770324359305</id><published>2010-05-19T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:35:07.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip Wednesday and epic anniversary</title><content type='html'>On YA Highway, we hold a weekly Road Trip Wednesday, where we ask a writing/reading question and all the contributors answer on our personal blogs. If you want to participate on your own blog, just post the link in the comments section of YAH and we'll check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What tattoo would you get to celebrate your book's success OR to represent a favorite book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_Qcb_Zd1rI/AAAAAAAAADk/o4lytPPgi3g/s1600/tatt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_Qcb_Zd1rI/AAAAAAAAADk/o4lytPPgi3g/s200/tatt1.jpg" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I have an absurd amount of tattoos. Okay...four. But still. I got my first when I was 17 with my mom. Tiniest graniest picture ever, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_QcrxNmLeI/AAAAAAAAADs/PTnQHRZdiTY/s1600/tatt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_QcrxNmLeI/AAAAAAAAADs/PTnQHRZdiTY/s200/tatt2.jpg" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I got one with my brother. Yes, those are snowflakes. Yayy snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_Qc7NzITvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a2bbr46MLFM/s1600/tatt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_Qc7NzITvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a2bbr46MLFM/s320/tatt3.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, an impromptu one with my biffle (but they're not matching tattoos) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_QdDI4NovI/AAAAAAAAAD8/c1OnRqBVti4/s1600/tatt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_QdDI4NovI/AAAAAAAAAD8/c1OnRqBVti4/s200/tatt4.jpg" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, finally, the most recent.&lt;br /&gt;That's my calf. For some reason, everyone thinks it's my arm. Noo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The point of all these pictures? I'm addicted. So, I'd probably get a really good book qoute. But it would have to be amazing. Like, Harry Potter classic. I solemly swear that I am up to no good? I did want that for a while. Anyway, I'd never qoute my book, because that's M. Night level douchiness, but I might get something in honor of it. Something super important in the book. Just something that meant the world to me, something that represented the magic of my dreams coming true. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/cutiepie525/quote%20graphics/celebrate.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/cutiepie525/quote%20graphics/celebrate.gif" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheese aside, let's get to the good stuff.&amp;nbsp;It's me and &lt;a href="http://karlanellenbach-lastword.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karlie's&lt;/a&gt; 6 month&amp;nbsp;anniversary!! Yay! Celebrate. We've beta'ed each other work for 6 months and become really close friends. That's what great about this community of writers, you can find someone to read your work, and someone to email you on a daily basis whether they've written something, or whether they just want to talk about a crazy man and his duck fetish. &lt;br /&gt;A good beta doesn't just read your work, they understand it. And Karlie does. She bounces ideas off me, and I bounce mine off her. She'll highlight an entire paragraph and go 'wtf are you thinking? this is so OOC. cut it.' And I don't ever get mad. I laugh and usually do cut it, because she's usually right. She picks up what I'm laying down. I've converted her to the special hell of Supernatural and Wincest, and John Green's awesomeness. She makes sure&amp;nbsp;I watch every new Criminal Minds so we can talk Reid's hair.&amp;nbsp;My go to catholic girl that loves gayboys, my fangirl, my cheerleader. Love you. Wouldn't be here without you every day telling me that I don't suck. Team Karliz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-132243770324359305?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/132243770324359305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=132243770324359305&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/132243770324359305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/132243770324359305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/roadtrip-wednesday-and-epic-anniversary.html' title='Roadtrip Wednesday and epic anniversary'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S_Qcb_Zd1rI/AAAAAAAAADk/o4lytPPgi3g/s72-c/tatt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1191131196960027002</id><published>2010-05-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:33:05.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band geeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Teaseeee</title><content type='html'>Dear Red Sox,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your biggest fan and all, but you're playing some really shitty baseball. I'm only hard on you because I know you can do much better Papelbon. Get it together boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note...Tease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m475/elizabethrock1014/holding-hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m475/elizabethrock1014/holding-hands.jpg" /&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/16915458411949934-1191131196960027002?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1191131196960027002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1191131196960027002&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1191131196960027002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1191131196960027002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/teaseeee.html' title='Teaseeee'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-102912857791140980</id><published>2010-05-10T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:31:09.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band geeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Tease!</title><content type='html'>Happy Tuesday everyone! Here's another snip from band geeks. And look, it's almost at the 500 word count limit! This is still a super rough draft, so beware of misspellings, poor grammar, and sentences that just don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e289/murdablurr/grass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e289/murdablurr/grass.jpg" /&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/16915458411949934-102912857791140980?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/102912857791140980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=102912857791140980&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/102912857791140980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/102912857791140980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/tease.html' title='Tease!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1134653302508105297</id><published>2010-05-03T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T09:03:06.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band geeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Tease-tease-tease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm teasing from my band geeks this week, who have been horribly neglected in favor - aka obligation to - stats. But that's all over now people! Come Thursday, I take my last final of my junior year and spend all my time writing. Warning - these are not the five hundred words you're looking for. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-1134653302508105297?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1134653302508105297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1134653302508105297&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1134653302508105297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1134653302508105297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/tease-tease-tease.html' title='Tease-tease-tease'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-6265452886164197808</id><published>2010-04-28T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:37:52.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtripping Away</title><content type='html'>Road Trip Wednesday is a "Blog Carnival," where YA Highway's contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, YA Highway asks: What is the best book you've read this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's easy. Wait...I lied. That's really, really tough. If you recall (from my whining and complaining in previous posts) I was sick at the beginning of the month. So, I finally caved an one-click-bought Looking For Alaska. I'd heard great things about it, but for some reason, the title just didn't do it for me, and I was too crazy busy to be reading more books. But, I was in one very very boring class and was very very sick, so I bought it, got it the next day, and read it in about 6 hours. Thank you Blackberry for allowing me to order things I really don't need just because class is boring and you are sitting there, beckoning to me. (I also may have bought a zombie killing app...I have yet to decide which was a better purchase.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING FOR ALASKA is pretty much made of win. Like John Green himself. My brother and I are nerdfighters (if you don't know what that is, google it right now. You'll be more awesome for it.) so reading John's work after listening to him communicate with Hank was awesome. My brother is actually reading it right now. The vlogbro's really helped me and Brady reconnect, and we've made a pact to vlog if we ever move far apart. But, since we're talking books here, not about my personal life, let's talk LFA. Everything about it is entirely amazing. The language is so real (and not just the swearing) and I found myself laughing outloud, hysterically, which resulted in the boyfriend staring at me like I was insane until I pushed the book on him and he too read it in 24 hours (I love my nerdy, geeky, brilliant boyfriend.) Of course, if you've read it, which I'm assuming you have because I am so late on the John Green train, you know that I was sobbing hysterical a few hours later, then laughing and crying intermittently until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters are incredible, quirky, and laugh out loud funny. Walk into any dorm, peek inside of a room, and I promise you'll find a bunch of kids sitting on the couch, playing video games, with their feet up on a COFFEE TABLE, as someone else tries to study through the noise. There is one Colonel at every school you go to, at least one Alaska that stands out among everyone else with this cool kind of mystery about her, and lots of Pudge's, which is probably the most important part. Pudge is like you and me, geeky, well read, and a little uncomfortable in his skin. Not to mention, they're all as smart as they are funny. I think we forget that you can skip class constantly, pull pranks, and still get out of there with a 4.0...or a 3.8 because you pranked your english teacher and he really wanted to punish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing is amazing - easy to read while still being beautifully poetic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything about the book makes teens remember that we are strong, smart people who have real, passionate loves, even if adults think we're just kids who don't know what they're doing. Okay, I'm not a teenager anymore, but John Green reminds me why I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When adults say, "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, it makes you want to pee laughing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's my fox hat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your fox hat?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why are you wearing your fox hat?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;John Green, I love you. And guys, DFTBA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-6265452886164197808?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6265452886164197808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=6265452886164197808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/6265452886164197808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/6265452886164197808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/roadtripping-away.html' title='Roadtripping Away'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-6409636547026320949</id><published>2010-04-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:49:04.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band geeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Tease!</title><content type='html'>Teasing early because my life is insane. I spent the weekend making 125 jello shots for my big brother's birthday party instead of writing a 20 pages research paper on PTSD in Iraq veterans due tomorrow. Good role model? No. Well worth it to see him laugh? Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S9ZWniV94TI/AAAAAAAAADM/4UFzLfYhF3A/s1600/jacks.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S9ZWniV94TI/AAAAAAAAADM/4UFzLfYhF3A/s320/jacks.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, the Jack's Mannequin show was so amazing that I could have died. Best weekend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S9ZWwO_TDSI/AAAAAAAAADU/qgrsF7plWXQ/s1600/bracelets.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S9ZWwO_TDSI/AAAAAAAAADU/qgrsF7plWXQ/s200/bracelets.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I got the coolest bracelets ever, because my nieces are amazing and adorable. Why, yes, those are dinosaurs!! Karla, I want to send you the orange one. Expect a random envelope from me soon. It's not anthrax, pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S9ZW16uM2jI/AAAAAAAAADc/kwtpgJC_zWo/s1600/dinosaurs.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S9ZW16uM2jI/AAAAAAAAADc/kwtpgJC_zWo/s200/dinosaurs.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, on to the tease now. We agreed on about 500 words, right? This is probably more, because I'm too lazy to check my word count. Here we go. Band geeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff31/Lily796731/Photography/z139573151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff31/Lily796731/Photography/z139573151.jpg" width="240" /&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/16915458411949934-6409636547026320949?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6409636547026320949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=6409636547026320949&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/6409636547026320949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/6409636547026320949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/tease_26.html' title='Tease!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S9ZWniV94TI/AAAAAAAAADM/4UFzLfYhF3A/s72-c/jacks.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-8379231534264859313</id><published>2010-04-19T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:49:36.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Teaser from something brandy new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was writing my tattooed girl WIP from the last tease, when this SNI decided to make itself known. I'm still unsure about how I feel on it, and it's probably full of spelling/grammar errors, so beware of bad writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;::Edit:: I should probably mention that, yes, I was in band camp. It wasn't a schmancy sleep away camp, just regular, old, sweat-your-butt-off-in-the-sun-all-day camp. And yes, I was a majorette. No, we weren't the super sexy, confident girls. No one is sexy in a high school parking lot after marching back and forth for eight hours a day mid-August. But we did twirl batons, which is pretty cool in it's own right, even if it only lasts for four years and you're still kind of a geek for it. Who doesn't love cute, obscenely short uniforms though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/jsn1207/redchucks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/jsn1207/redchucks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-8379231534264859313?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8379231534264859313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=8379231534264859313&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/8379231534264859313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/8379231534264859313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/teaser-from-something-brandy-new.html' title='Teaser from something brandy new'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-6061921716697418638</id><published>2010-04-12T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:29:08.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Happy Tuesday guys! This is from my new, untitled WIP. SINK is done now, but there is one thing I could use - Betas! I know it's April, which is a crazy month for anyone in school, but if you're interested, shoot me an email at epage126[at]gmail[dot]com - I'll beta in return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz311/Moronese/quote%20things/z199646108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz311/Moronese/quote%20things/z199646108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;snip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-6061921716697418638?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6061921716697418638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=6061921716697418638&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/6061921716697418638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/6061921716697418638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/teaser-tuesday.html' title='Teaser Tuesday'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz311/Moronese/quote%20things/th_z199646108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-3012371026626293027</id><published>2010-04-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:24:05.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why our parents lie to us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Or, more importantly, why parents can come off as..well..clueless in YA work. They come off that way because when we're teens, that's how we see them. But we tend to be very very wrong. I found this out because I'm 20, and my parents still sugarcoat the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My mom just called me, saying that they were going through their old VHS tapes, and my brother was there, so we should all watch them together. Boyfriend, hearing this across our small apartment, decides we HAVE to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, we do. And my mom puts in this tape of me, butt naked, in the tub. Boyfriend finds this funny enough to begin with, but finds it even funnier when I exclaim bubbles! - yes, just like the yellow fish from Finding Nemo - and promptly face plant in them. As my dad in the video hoists me out, my dad in the living room says, well, you were an enthusiastic kid. Of course, this makes me feel a little less challenged than I clearly was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Next up is the video of six year old me, in footsie pjs, still rubbing sleep from my eyes, shoving a helmet over my bed head (my mom wouldn't let me cut it until I was thirteen, there was lots of bedhead) and getting on my big wheel, racing down the driveway, and promptly slamming into the fence. Once again, I'm assured, I was just enthusiastic, as I was my entire childhood. Looking back, I think they may have been sugarcoating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But, of course, this is not the end. The end comes with my kindergarten class singing It's A Small World. Apparently, I thought I was Madonna, because I am SCREAMING along. Not singing in the slightest. Just screaming. I pick myself out immediately, hoping no one else does, but boyfriend looks right at me and asks, "Why are you wailing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So I answer. "I'm not &lt;i&gt;wailing&lt;/i&gt;, I'm belting it out. I'm singing enthusiastically."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wasn't singing enthusiastically. I was screaming embarrassingly and had no idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Thanks Mom and Dad for shielding me all these years from that realization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; What does all this mean? It means that when we're writing, and the parents come across as clueless, they aren't. Our teen MC's just think they are. And our parents are way too nice to point out just how wrong we are. Like the time I roadtripped to New York at midnight without informing them senior year - not one of my finer moments, but one of my best memories. We get back somewhere around 6 a.m., never having gotten to Times Square, and no one says anything. Then, about a month later, I tell my mom, because I was just always that good of a kid. Her answer? "Oh, yeah, I know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Completely flabbergasted - come on, our plan was airtight and fool proof, except for when we lost the directions - I ask how she knew. "You'd been talking about New York for a few days, then you were gone." Keep in mind I was gone all night all the time. But she just knew, and I had no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When you're following a story from a 17 year old's mind, the parents are probably going to come across as a little dumb. But they aren't. They're just sugarcoating you. And when you move out, they will make you watch movies that are proof of just how 'enthusiastic' you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S75lWroFLTI/AAAAAAAAADE/jMKCUfT8SQw/s1600/1190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S75lWroFLTI/AAAAAAAAADE/jMKCUfT8SQw/s320/1190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, that is a photo of the infamous night. Yes, my best friend is taking a picture while I'm trying to navigate the New York traffic in a Wrangler. But look, I'm wearing my seatbelt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-3012371026626293027?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3012371026626293027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=3012371026626293027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3012371026626293027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3012371026626293027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-our-parents-lie-to-us.html' title='Why our parents lie to us'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S75lWroFLTI/AAAAAAAAADE/jMKCUfT8SQw/s72-c/1190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-6286340693284423614</id><published>2010-04-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T05:01:52.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SINK'/><title type='text'>Tease!</title><content type='html'>Is it Tuesday already? All I know is that it's April, aka Hell Month for all you college students. Wow. Longest teaser ever? Sorry guys. It's probably the last from SINK though because it's out on agent submissions and I'll be working on my SNI and teasing from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7qpg8c0-CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XihEhjpxWYE/s1600/strenth.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7qpg8c0-CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XihEhjpxWYE/s320/strenth.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;snip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-6286340693284423614?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6286340693284423614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=6286340693284423614&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/6286340693284423614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/6286340693284423614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/tease.html' title='Tease!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7qpg8c0-CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XihEhjpxWYE/s72-c/strenth.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5408027532903179799</id><published>2010-03-31T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:58:14.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So I haven't done one of these in forever, mainly because school has been overwhelming. But since MA got flooded, yes &lt;em&gt;flooded &lt;/em&gt;as in we couldn't leave the town - that's what you get for living right on the river - I haven't had school. Yayy. So, over on &lt;a href="http://www.yahighway.com/"&gt;Roadtrip Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;, they asked what you'd do with monetary success.&lt;br /&gt;One, travel, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i384.photobucket.com/albums/oo287/meetmeatmywindow202/jacks-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://i384.photobucket.com/albums/oo287/meetmeatmywindow202/jacks-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, get Andy McMahon to play a personal show for me. That would be the lead of Jack's Mannequin and Something Corporate and probably the most inspirational leukemia story ever. Oh, and he's adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd get an insanely expensive Pnina Tornai wedding dress and Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. engagment ring, yes for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then, only because Karla brought it up, I'd pay these boys to take off their clothes. Because I'm shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1003.photobucket.com/albums/af159/Peaceonearth_album/Handsome%20men/gm5-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://i1003.photobucket.com/albums/af159/Peaceonearth_album/Handsome%20men/gm5-4.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp250/lovinjackson84/Hotness/Jared-Padalecki-shirtless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp250/lovinjackson84/Hotness/Jared-Padalecki-shirtless.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, that's a chicken he's holding. The chicken is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the rest goes to Doctor's Without Borders. Really. If you haven't checked it out or donated, please please please go there now!!&lt;br /&gt;So, now you know what I'd do. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-5408027532903179799?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5408027532903179799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5408027532903179799&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5408027532903179799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5408027532903179799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/roadtrip-wednesday.html' title='Roadtrip Wednesday'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1003.photobucket.com/albums/af159/Peaceonearth_album/Handsome%20men/th_gm5-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5448963078684782862</id><published>2010-03-29T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:29:22.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-t-tease</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my pilates class, and I kind of want to die. I have this love/hate relationship with my instructor, or maybe it should be more love/&lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt;. As soon as I get there she's the best thing ever who totally motivates me to lose those five pounds before summer, and by the end I want to die because I can barely breathe and my hair is a mess and I don't look anything like her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because I'm dying from class, I'm crashing and teasing early. I guess technically this is no longer a WIP, because it's in agent's hands but...eh. I have nothing else to tease from. So, this is THE scene. Or as my beta likes to call it, "the nookie scene - aka just stop being a baby and write it already." It went back and forth between us at least four times and I'm still not satisfied. *ahem* no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FX-_a58nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HwTW7_gvNcw/s1600/laughkiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FX-_a58nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HwTW7_gvNcw/s320/laughkiss.jpg" /&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/16915458411949934-5448963078684782862?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5448963078684782862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5448963078684782862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5448963078684782862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5448963078684782862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/t-t-tease.html' title='T-t-tease'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FX-_a58nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HwTW7_gvNcw/s72-c/laughkiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-2171084152030159439</id><published>2010-03-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T05:13:44.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNI...Monday?</title><content type='html'>I just finished up my male POV novel I've been teasing from, which is now called SINK, you know, for now. Until I get bored and change it again. Anyway. While I'm still focused on that, beta feedback, reading it for the billionth time, I'll tease from it probably once more. In the meantime, I've started this. I only have one page written, so I don't even want to tease from it. It's crazy rough and I might not even continue with it, but I want your opinions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i439.photobucket.com/albums/qq115/Cortz04/Supernatural/My_Bloody_Valentine_4jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://i439.photobucket.com/albums/qq115/Cortz04/Supernatural/My_Bloody_Valentine_4jpg.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also! Give me your best horror movie recs. The Blockbuster near my house is going out of business so boyfriend and I bought bunch of horror movies. Shooter (I know, not a horror movie, bf's choice), 28 Weeks Later, Paranormal Activity, Quarantine, and My Bloody Valentine (okay, it's an awful movie, but Jensen Ackles just brings the sexy and makes it tolerable.) Any other suggestions? We've got the world's biggest zombie collection in the apartment already, but we love gore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SNI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7C_tBaKg_I/AAAAAAAAACM/4q6Ue2Ia_QA/s1600/tat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7C_tBaKg_I/AAAAAAAAACM/4q6Ue2Ia_QA/s320/tat.jpg" /&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/16915458411949934-2171084152030159439?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2171084152030159439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=2171084152030159439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2171084152030159439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2171084152030159439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/snimonday.html' title='SNI...Monday?'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i439.photobucket.com/albums/qq115/Cortz04/Supernatural/th_My_Bloody_Valentine_4jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1748068551831002505</id><published>2010-03-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:49:06.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>Tease!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I literally &lt;i&gt;just &lt;/i&gt;got out of The Crazies - go see it if you haven't - so I'm teasing before I try to sleep, hoping not to be attacked by psycho almost zombies. Also, if the lead in the movie didn't look &lt;i&gt;just &lt;/i&gt;like me in 15 years, it would have been less upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go. Tease from the middle of the tentatively titled, Weight of This Water. Gimme your feedback on the title, love, hate, brandy new idea I haven't thought of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S6gx1ZLo-8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1D_tjD7_Zko/s1600-h/lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S6gx1ZLo-8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1D_tjD7_Zko/s320/lost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;snip! you guys are incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-1748068551831002505?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1748068551831002505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1748068551831002505&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1748068551831002505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1748068551831002505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/tease.html' title='Tease!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S6gx1ZLo-8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1D_tjD7_Zko/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-4371126343708488194</id><published>2010-03-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:48:30.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Tease from my WIP that is still without a title! I should probably do something about that soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S579pSrHEII/AAAAAAAAABk/g15trg1ms_k/s1600-h/eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S579pSrHEII/AAAAAAAAABk/g15trg1ms_k/s320/eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;snip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-4371126343708488194?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4371126343708488194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=4371126343708488194&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4371126343708488194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4371126343708488194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaser-tuesday.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S579pSrHEII/AAAAAAAAABk/g15trg1ms_k/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-2630379873942215157</id><published>2010-03-08T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:30:15.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>T-t-teaseee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As I've been attacked by an evil virus that put me out of commission for a week, and I just switched to windows 7 (yay!), this has been moving super slowly. To the point that it's a little pathetic. At least I'm not sick anymore (knock on wood) so I can actually keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, Hello Spring Break! Thanks for finally showing your face sunshine. NE has missed you.&lt;br /&gt;This may also cause a delay in writing...if I'm lucky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;snip&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-2630379873942215157?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2630379873942215157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=2630379873942215157&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2630379873942215157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2630379873942215157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/t-t-teaseee.html' title='T-t-teaseee'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1486262218891203047</id><published>2010-03-01T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:42:43.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>T-t-t-easeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tease from the new, nameless, WIP. It's going slowly, because school is overwhelming, but here it is!! CJ is the brother Milo hasn't seen or heard from since he left for college four years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S4x1jLVKmsI/AAAAAAAAABc/uoojUFN_Ce8/s1600-h/chaos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S4x1jLVKmsI/AAAAAAAAABc/uoojUFN_Ce8/s320/chaos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;thanks for being awesome guys!&lt;/b&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/16915458411949934-1486262218891203047?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1486262218891203047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1486262218891203047&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1486262218891203047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1486262218891203047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/t-t-t-easeee.html' title='T-t-t-easeee'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S4x1jLVKmsI/AAAAAAAAABc/uoojUFN_Ce8/s72-c/chaos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-4036704916510382559</id><published>2010-03-01T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:43:07.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we write YA</title><content type='html'>So I was reading &lt;a href="http://amnawrites.blogspot.com/2010/02/teen-years-best-years-of-your-life.html"&gt;Amna's post&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and got to rambling in her comments. The gist of the post was about whether or not our teen years are the best of our lives. Which got me to thinking why so many of us write YA, and read YA, regardless of our age. Now, I have a cold, and am running on strictly cold medicine and coffee while my college homework steamrollers my social/writing life, so this may not make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20, so I'm technically not a teen anymore, though I don't want to call myself an adult. Then again, if your characters are no longer in high school, it's hard to categorize the novel as YA. &lt;br /&gt;Being a junior in college, I guess I'm not a young adult anymore. I did graduate high school at 17 and start my freshman year of college at 17 because I have a December birthday, so I was a teen, out of high school.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we limit YA to high school? And why is that the genre we want to read? Of course, in the long run, I won't have an answer for this, but it's interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i861.photobucket.com/albums/ab177/OWENANDJESS4LIFE/LIFE%20QUOTES/jrpmyx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://i861.photobucket.com/albums/ab177/OWENANDJESS4LIFE/LIFE%20QUOTES/jrpmyx.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;High school is a time of great change, sure. It's about finding yourself, finding your friends, falling in love. But I think you find who you &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; are in college. You don't spend 6 hours a day with your friends anymore, so you lose touch with a lot of them. It's tragic, it really is, but maybe that's how it has to go. You'll probably fall in and out of love a few more times, then find a real relationship. You'll pick a major, realize you never want to do that as a career, change your major, realize you never want to do that, have a crisis, finally pick the right major, and move forward. You'll discover what you want to do in life, who you always want to be around, who you want to live with, love, marry etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's the grown up world and it's terrifying, but once you're there, it's easy as pie. Like I said, I'm still only 20. College isn't the 'real world' but it's still this huge obstacle people fear. And you know what? It's not that bad. It's not even that different. Maybe I'm in for a huge shock when I graduate, but my boyfriend and a lot of my close friends have, and nothing is different yet.&lt;br /&gt;There's a great chance I'm naive, but I like to dream. Even though getting here was easier than I dreamt it would be, I don't want it to end. I like having this wide openess still in front of me. I like the idea that I'm young, this is the golden time, I can do what I want and mostly get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But remember, picking a major doesn't mean that's your life career. Graduating and starting a career doesn't mean your locked into it. Never forget to dream. That's why we all write YA, right? Cause it's about dreaming, changing, and falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;But people of all ages read it and write it. So why can't we live it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/Life/quotes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/Life/quotes.jpg" width="317" /&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/16915458411949934-4036704916510382559?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4036704916510382559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=4036704916510382559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4036704916510382559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4036704916510382559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-we-write-ya.html' title='Why we write YA'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i861.photobucket.com/albums/ab177/OWENANDJESS4LIFE/LIFE%20QUOTES/th_jrpmyx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-272638467697583727</id><published>2010-02-24T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:32:48.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveyyy</title><content type='html'>Swiping this survey from Karlie's blog, who stole it from someone else, who stole it from someone else, and so on and so forth and blah blah blah. Keep it going! I want to read your answers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;1) What's the last thing you wrote?  What's the first thing you wrote that you still have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I completed was my gay boys. I mean, Veering Off the Straight and Narrow. It's about road tripping your way to a new life, with pit stops to come out to your family and add to Nate's ever growing shot glass collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I ever completed was called Brilliant Creatures, and it was bad. I will say no more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Write poetry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god no. I don't even pretend to have the ability to write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Angsty poetry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just angsty novels! Hey, being a teenager is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Favorite genre of writing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young adult and literary. Anything with grit. Anything that will make you cry. Anything that makes me cry while writing it. And occasionally the angst of falling for your straight best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Most annoying character you've ever created?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. Um. Probably Chris, Casey's older brother in Veering Off the Straight and Narrow. He's awesome and I love him to death, but he drives Casey insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Best plot you've ever created?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ. This is like choosing between children. Not that I have children. Or even really like children. I guess that makes this easier!&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;365 Days Until I Disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) Coolest plot twist you've ever created?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Probably 365. You can probably figure out the ending but...eh. Maybe my gay boys would be a better twist. Going home to their families does not go as you'd expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) How often do you get writer's block?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commonly but I like to plow right through it until I can pick the plot and voice up again. Then I just chop off whatever deadness came through the writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9)Write fan fiction?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. But I am a huge supporter of Wincest and J2. And no. I don't feel bad about it. Not a little teeny tiny bit. Jensen and Jared shouldn't be so hot, then I wouldn't have this addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10) Do you type or write by hand?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type. You can barely read my college notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11) Do you save everything you write?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up, back up, back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12) Do you ever go back to an idea after you've abandoned it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I probably abandoned it because it sucked. I'll frankenstein pieces from it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13)What's your favorite thing you've ever written?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I love love love my gay boys. The schmoop. The love. The clothing. No, I'm j/k. I do love it though, probably because it's the last thing I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14) What's everyone's favorite story you've written?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess 365. That's the one that gets all the full requests. But my beta squees all over my gay boys on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15) Ever written a romance or an angsty teen drama?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angsty teen drama is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16) What's your favorite setting for your characters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car the boys are road tripping in during Veering Off the Straight and Narrow. It pretty much is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17) How many writing projects are you working on right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. I have to force myself to. But one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18) Have you won an award for your writing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hahahah Karlie&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I owe her a most inspiration beta award. Do I get a kickass beta award? Yes please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19) What are your five favorite words?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleed. Devastation. Audible. Wrist. Fuck. - I write happy YA sometimes. I swear. Those are all from V.O.S.N actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20) What character have you created that is most like yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Probably Lindsey from 365. Or Casey from V.O.S.N even though I'm not a boy. I'm&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;a grumpy morning person, standoffish, and tend to hold all my feelings in until they explode from pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21) Where do you get your ideas for your characters from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where, really. They just start speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22)  Do you ever write based on your dreams?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I have weird, creepy dreams that you'd never want to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23)  Do you favor happy endings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not unless they're in my massage. Ahhaha I'm so funny. Really though, only sometimes. A happy ending is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24) Are you concerned with spelling and grammar while you write?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Even though my beta finds my desert/dessert trouble hysterical. They don't correct this shit in college anymore! I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25) Does music help you write?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely. I can't write without it. My gay boys got lots of Matt Nathanson and Something Corporate while 365 got lots of DeathCab and Sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26) Quote something you've written.  Whatever pops in your head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Excuse me?” It’s his pissed-off voice, as if he has any right to be angry as I bleed my heart out all over his shoes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Casey from Veering Off the Straight and Narrow. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-272638467697583727?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/272638467697583727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=272638467697583727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/272638467697583727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/272638467697583727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/02/surveyyy.html' title='Surveyyy'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-2893694891727308954</id><published>2010-02-22T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T04:34:34.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-t-teaseee</title><content type='html'>This is my brandy new, barely written, may still have grammatical/spelling mistakes. The only reason I'm showing all of you is because I love you so much :)&lt;br /&gt;This isn't even titled, but in general, it's about a boy who loses his girlfriend, Anna, and his best friend, Ben, in a car crash. This isn't the very beginning, but it is from the first chapter. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*thanks guys!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-2893694891727308954?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2893694891727308954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=2893694891727308954&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2893694891727308954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2893694891727308954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/02/t-t-teaseee.html' title='T-t-teaseee'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-38383454055192423</id><published>2010-02-15T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:06:58.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser!!</title><content type='html'>Statistics is trying to eat my soul. So, I'm teasing early, from 365 because it's on submission to a bunch of agents and I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't love my gay boys, I just miss the angsting and the angels and the cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Promise to get to you guys by Tuesday night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy41/pottedlilies/forevertodaysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy41/pottedlilies/forevertodaysig.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;thanks guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-38383454055192423?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/38383454055192423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=38383454055192423&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/38383454055192423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/38383454055192423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/02/teaser.html' title='Teaser!!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1058111343168280467</id><published>2010-02-08T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:36:04.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Is it Tuesday already? Man, the beginning of the semester is hectic. Bring it on 15 page Research Methods of Psych paper, I write novels dammit. If only that made me feel better. As for Statistics of Psych? It's still considered wrong to flirt your way through with the hot young professor even though it happens all the time in books, right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, dayglo nail polish is back in. And I'm embracing it to the max!!&lt;br /&gt;As for you lovies, how is the new year going for all of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is from Veering Off The Straight And Narrow. Nate's present tense POV after the boys have a fight. Apparently, being gay doesn't save you from relationship drama. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;You guys are awesome!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-1058111343168280467?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1058111343168280467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1058111343168280467&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1058111343168280467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1058111343168280467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/02/teaser-tuesday.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-2561635712114874220</id><published>2010-02-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:44:41.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>T-t-teaser!</title><content type='html'>Teasing from Veering Off The Straight And Narrow today which is with my lovely beta to rip apart :)&lt;br /&gt;This is a flashback from Casey's POV, during prom, obviously. Who here misses high school? Raise your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support guys. I don't say it enough, but I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*snip!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-2561635712114874220?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2561635712114874220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=2561635712114874220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2561635712114874220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2561635712114874220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/02/t-t-teaser.html' title='T-t-teaser!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5069166907625440388</id><published>2010-01-25T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:27:07.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; I love to tease, especially as I watch criminal minds and hoarders, reassuring myself that the insane psych degree is worth it. As for that history degree I'll never use...nothing will ever make that seem more sane. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is from my WIP Veering Off The Straight and Narrow. This one's from Nate's POV after he's unwittingly ditched the boyfriend to attend a party with his jock friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*thanks everyone!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-5069166907625440388?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5069166907625440388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5069166907625440388&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5069166907625440388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5069166907625440388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/01/teaser.html' title='Teaser!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-3437466910764725616</id><published>2010-01-18T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:15:26.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally posting from my new WIP tentatively named Veering Off the Straight and Narrow. It's about moving out, growing up, accepting yourself and falling in love with your straight best friend.&lt;br /&gt;After I finished up 365, and during, Casey and Nate's voices wouldn't go away but I couldn't get it right. I couldn't figure out what POV and tense to use, what was happening, what the major arcs were, who they were to each other etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;So I skeletoned about 8 chapters and shelved it. Then they came back, yelling at me to write them. I spent a lot of time with my beta going, what about this way? What if this happens? What if I do it from an external POV? What if I have them roadtripping and flashing back to how they fell in love. Thankfully, my brutally honest beta who loved their voices (and understands them just as well as me) shot them all down until we got to the very last option.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's been flying by :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*thanks guys!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-3437466910764725616?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3437466910764725616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=3437466910764725616&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3437466910764725616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3437466910764725616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/01/teaser-tuesday_18.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-3278286072057177795</id><published>2010-01-11T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:52:36.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>I'm still riding the holiday craze, finding bows and confetti in odd places and sending out tragically overdue thank you cards. It's my favorite time of the week though! Time to tease! This is from early on in 365, a snippet my lovely beta suggested last week. Thanks &lt;a href="http://karlanellenbach-lastword.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla&lt;/a&gt;! Oh how I miss high school parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;snip!! thanks for being awesome guys!&lt;/b&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/16915458411949934-3278286072057177795?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3278286072057177795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=3278286072057177795&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3278286072057177795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/3278286072057177795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/01/teaser-tuesday_11.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5204150469313481913</id><published>2010-01-04T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:20:51.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Happy 2010 everyone! I hope you all had a fantastic holiday. Now, back to the real world. Little tease from 365 after Lindsay and Sam have fought. Also, check out my kickass beta's &lt;a href="http://karlanellenbach-lastword.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;for her teaser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*snip* you guys kick ass!&lt;/b&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/16915458411949934-5204150469313481913?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5204150469313481913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5204150469313481913&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5204150469313481913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5204150469313481913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2010/01/teaser-tuesday.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-4291314343472568140</id><published>2009-12-30T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:05:59.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>I'm jumping on the bandwagon and doing a year wrap up of my fave books, but I'm stealing the basic format from&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://talkmusebanter.blogspot.com/"&gt; Bee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cause I love her :]&lt;br /&gt;This year has been, in a word, great. What a lame word. Okay, how about super fantastic? Thrilling? Exciting? Remarkable? Superlative? Alright, I'm putting down the thesaurus (which still sounds like a kick ass dinosaur no matter how old I get) and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;My family has been fantastic, my best friend is incredible and we've only gotten closer, I'm nearly done with one of my majors, and I just hit the four year mark with the boyfriend and we haven't killed each other yet (it was touch and go for a while after a pretty violent argument over whether the bathroom will be swan's wing white or innocent white - I won with swan's wing when he finally admitted he doesn't know the difference and I conceded and let him choose the red for the kitchen.)&lt;br /&gt;I finished my novel and have it out to a bunch of agents after I got a super kick ass beta who makes me smile every single day and has no problem with really brutal honesty. No really, she'll highlight and entire section and just say no. And it looks better without that section when I'm done and we clean up the ragged edges she's left behind after she tore it out. I'm kidding, she's brutal and I adore her for it, 365 wouldn't be what it is without her.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, but so, so far from least, you guys at AW and all your hysterical, supportive, lifesaving posts, comments and blogs. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. I love you all. I hope your 2009 was as good as mine and your 2010 is even better. I better see you all in print soon!!&lt;br /&gt;Now onto what I stole from &lt;a href="http://talkmusebanter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bee&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;TOP&amp;nbsp;4 BOOKS THAT WERE ATTACHED TO MY HAND THIS YEAR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;Cracked Up To Be - The writing is dark, dangerous and reminds me all too much of the reality of&amp;nbsp;high school. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Imagine four years. Four years, two suicides, one death, one rape, two pregnancies (one abortion), three overdoses, countless drunken antics, pantsings, spilled food, thefts, broken limbs, turf wars - everyday a turf war - six months until graduation and no one gets a medal when they get out. But everything you do here counts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold Still - I don't have words for this. It still makes me cry and leaves me with a hazy sort of empty feeling days after I finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;If I Stay - Again, the perfect combination of thrilling and heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;I'm cheating here, because I love to cheat (not like that, get your mind out of the gutter) - The novels I beta. If I don't see you all in print soon I'm coming to kick your butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you all on the other side!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee251/Rumiwater/HandswYouAreBeautiful.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee251/Rumiwater/HandswYouAreBeautiful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/16915458411949934-4291314343472568140?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4291314343472568140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=4291314343472568140&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4291314343472568140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4291314343472568140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-in-review.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-1181237211767983979</id><published>2009-12-28T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:59:59.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesdayyyyy!</title><content type='html'>I swear one of these days I'll post from my new WIP. Just not today :]&lt;br /&gt;Here's an early tease from 365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*snipped* thanks everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-1181237211767983979?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1181237211767983979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=1181237211767983979&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1181237211767983979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/1181237211767983979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/teaser-tuesdayyyyy.html' title='Teaser Tuesdayyyyy!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-2083388568461334085</id><published>2009-12-22T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:16:09.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>In the middle of the insanity that is my family gathering for the holidays, here's a short teaser from 365!&lt;br /&gt;Angela has woken Lindsay up in the middle of the night while she and Riley are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*snip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-2083388568461334085?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2083388568461334085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=2083388568461334085&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2083388568461334085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/2083388568461334085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/teaser-tuesday_22.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5806335503588106352</id><published>2009-12-15T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:51:39.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's time to tease! And it's my birthday tomorrow, which I usually don't announce because the idea of a wait staff singing a rousing chorus of happy birthday while the whole restaurant stares terrifies me. But since you can't sing through the internet, I feel pretty safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's a piece of 365 Days Until I Disappear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Snipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-5806335503588106352?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5806335503588106352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5806335503588106352&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5806335503588106352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5806335503588106352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/teaser-tuesday_15.html' title='Teaser Tuesday'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-4021896328191582612</id><published>2009-12-14T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:51:52.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Dedications AKA People Who Mean The World To Me</title><content type='html'>Over at Hannah Moskowitz's blog &lt;a href="http://hannahmosk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Invincible Summer&lt;/a&gt;, she&amp;nbsp;posted some acknowledgements and dedications, hoping other writers would do the same.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My beta's -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one main beta that I wouldn't trade for the world. We email constantly about writing and everything else under the sun. She&amp;nbsp;line edited 365 Days Until&amp;nbsp;I Disappear&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt; then helped me rework the entire plot including one huge arc then edited it again. One of the MC's literally&amp;nbsp;wouldn't be who he is without her. And I get daily chapter by chapter emails of her new incredible novel. Nothing feels better than being involved in a manuscript from the ground floor. I wouldn't be where I am without your constant cheerleading, hand holding and pictures of your adorable dogs. Who else would I whine to about the Christmas tree battle, final exams, and the all around suckiness of starting new novels? You make me smile everyday and I love you for your ridiculous dedication.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Serena and Selena, who you all probably know as the lovely &lt;a href="http://mortemtwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mortem Twins&lt;/a&gt;. They're absolutely hysterical and line betaed&amp;nbsp;the entire novel in different colors. I don't think you know how&amp;nbsp;exciting rainbows can be until your entire manuscript is commented on in one. They make me laugh, smile and go "wtf was I thinking here?" (in a good way.) And, then I got to read their much anticipated novel in return and nearly squeed with the excitement. Girls, I love you and appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My family -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I bitch and whine about them, mainly to my beta, but I love them to death. I'm insanely close to my mom and I'm convinced&amp;nbsp;wouldn't be writing if my dad didn't insist on reading to me,&amp;nbsp;and having me read&amp;nbsp;to him,&amp;nbsp;novels instead of picture books when I was a toddler. No matter how old we get, my big brother and I will still fight like we're children, but it's supposed to be that way. I wouldn't know what it's like to feel the thin line of love/hate, protected/sheltered, guided/bossed around, that I write about if my novel if it wasn't for him. Actually, I wouldn't have been able to write about my MC's family at all if it wasn't for the crazy love I get from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boyfriend -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Our four year anniversary is next Monday so I have to be nice. I can't&amp;nbsp;remember feeling any&amp;nbsp;better than I have the past 5 years&amp;nbsp;(I don't count the first because it was more on/off than a lightswitch). I wouldn't be myself without you and I'd have no idea what true love is really like -&amp;nbsp;this infuriating, frustrating, depressing, insanity inducing and absolutely&amp;nbsp;amazing feeling I wouldn't&amp;nbsp;trade for the world.&amp;nbsp;You're beautiful and you're&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;perfect but neither am I, together we make one pretty&amp;nbsp;good team though. I could sit for hours&amp;nbsp;finding new ways to be awed each minute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friend -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What's a best friend but someone who shares your brain, penchant for bleach blonde hair, margaritas and her deepest secrets. We giggle like four year olds, discuss all the things we're not supposed to and trash talk in public because we always forget ourselves when we're together. Our relationship summed up ? - I haven't gone to the bathroom alone since we became best friends. And that says it all to me. I love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of you at AW!! - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;You keep me informed, involved and sane. You make writing seem like a fun journey instead of a painstaking hike and always provide ample amounts of distraction for me. You're incredible and you're all lovely. I love each and everyone one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you appreciate? I bet they'd love to know. Keep it going people, everyone loves to be acknowledged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-4021896328191582612?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4021896328191582612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=4021896328191582612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4021896328191582612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4021896328191582612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/dedications-aka-people-who-mean-world.html' title='Dedications AKA People Who Mean The World To Me'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-4091483358177193675</id><published>2009-12-10T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:22:04.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literary Crushes!</title><content type='html'>I'm so late on this, but that's okay! Here's my top ten literary crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;1. Charlie from Perks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj6/MeaganExhale/perks-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="34" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj6/MeaganExhale/perks-1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe I overuse Perks, but it's kind of made me the person I am today. And Charlie, ugh, Charlie. I don't crush on him in a want-to-take-you-to-bed way or even a want-to-date-you way. I crush on him maternally (and I'm not a maternal person.) I just want to hold him and keep him safe from all the ridiculously terrible things that have happened to him. If you've read Perks, you just want to awww every time he talks about how isolated he is and how hard he's trying to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2. Draco Malfoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u243/Krad_Destroyer/Slytherin%20House/anteprima-principe-mezzosangue-210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u243/Krad_Destroyer/Slytherin%20House/anteprima-principe-mezzosangue-210.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Everyone thinks I'm a bad person for this but come on. Everyone loves a bad boy. And a blonde. The fact that I'm blonde has nothing to do with this :] Don't worry, I love Ron too, and the Weasley twins. Mischeif is sexy people! But Draco's just dangerous and sexy, and he changes sides in the end so you can't hate him &lt;i&gt;too &lt;/i&gt;much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;3. Dexter from Darkly Dreaming Dexter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Not just because Michael Hall is gorgeous. I guess I love flawed but well meaning murderers who wear sexy henleys and leather gloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;4. Nick from Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What can I say? I like my boys awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;5. Eric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii281/jspsquared/True%20Blood/Ericicon.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii281/jspsquared/True%20Blood/Ericicon.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm blurring literary and television lines here but come on, who wouldn't? I like my vampires bad, dangerous and blood thirsty instead of sparkly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;6. Cliche alert! Emmett Cullen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i40.tinypic.com/28u2oa0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/28u2oa0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I know I'm contradicting myself from above but still. Swoon. I can't even explain without fangirling. So I'll just leave you with this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As for Emmett in the books, I love the big brother protectiveness, the wise cracks and his undying *no pun intended* devotion to Rosalie even though she'd give him up for mortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Onto my literary girl crushes. Admit it, everyone has them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;7. Rosalie Cullen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yeah, she can be selfish and I hated her in Breaking Dawn, but she's a fierce, fabulous bitch who knows what she wants. Alice is adorable too though and if I had to pick one as my best friend, it would be her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Hermione Granger:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt242/anb_24/11127144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt242/anb_24/11127144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;She's smart and determined and makes girls who stay home to st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;udy feel good about themselves. She's loyal and focused and one of the only good girl role models out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;9. To 180 completely, Blair Waldorf:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If you've only seen the show but haven't read the books, you're getting a skewed version of her. In the books she's crazy, insecure, loving and, yes, a bitch. But you feel for her and kind of love her anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;10. Sookie Stackhouse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u107/tuesday1992/icons/ngdbfdb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u107/tuesday1992/icons/ngdbfdb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;She makes those who are pale and blonde feel like it's pretty. She's got a cute southern accent and a little gap between her teeth. She isn't perfect. She comes from a working class family in the south and there's nothing particularly special about her. She's just like you and me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And now I must cheat in a million different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Sam and Dean Winchester:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here's where I cheat. First of all, they're from TV, technically, and secondly, I must have both of them. If you've seen Supernatural you know that they've been leaning so hard on the fourth wall it's about to break. Who am I kidding, they barreled right through the fourth wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For the five seasons we've watched Sam and Dean kicking baddies butts, some guy Chuck has been having dreams about them and writing them down. Not the Stephanie Meyer kind of dreams. The kind of dreams in which the boys get kicked around, slaughter monsters with rocksalt and shotguns, get their girlfriends burned alive, go to hell, come back from hell, sell their souls for each other and all around have a shitty, shitty life hunting nightmare things but look damn good doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So this Chuck guy publishes his dreams and on the show we get Becky the Fangirl. Who is essentially me and you. She's read these books, obsessed over them, imagined them, blogged about them and all around made them real in her head. Then she finds out they really exist and swoons, faints and does everything we would do if we found out one of the above 10 were real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; My point? Have hope people, maybe your authors have been secretly dreaming about real folks all along and you just don't know it :) And maybe they look like this. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii160/BlackChevyGirl/jb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii160/BlackChevyGirl/jb.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-4091483358177193675?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4091483358177193675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=4091483358177193675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4091483358177193675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4091483358177193675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/literary-crushes.html' title='Literary Crushes!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u243/Krad_Destroyer/Slytherin%20House/th_anteprima-principe-mezzosangue-210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-9146954662634375760</id><published>2009-12-09T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:03:18.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Good morning, Boston. Get me to California soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/SyAK3vVYXwI/AAAAAAAAABU/rwdmj-xl22M/s1600-h/snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/SyAK3vVYXwI/AAAAAAAAABU/rwdmj-xl22M/s320/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;at! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://yahighway.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;http://yahighway.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they posted these three questions. Here are&amp;nbsp;my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;1)&amp;nbsp;What are the three best books you've read this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the ones I beta count? No? Boo. Okay then, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 1. The Lovely Bones: I know, I know, I'm so unorginal. I actually read this about three years ago but with all the movie buzz I decided I must read it again, then pass it all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2. World War Z: My boyfriend is a zombie freak and I always made fun of him. But to appease him (and get him to return the favor) I watched every zombie movie ever made (no I'm not exaggerating) then read this book. And it totally blew me away. Of course, the boyfriend can't know that because then he'll think he's always right. And we can't have that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 3. Perks Of Being A Wallflower: I've read this a million times. At least. Literally. The binding is shot to shit, broken and ripped. My boyfriend wrote a message to me&amp;nbsp;on the inside cover (you're the only one to ever make me feel infinite too) People I've passed it too (at least ten) have left comments in the margins. This only makes it more important to me. It's the one book I will never ever lose. Because picking up a new copy wouldn't be the same. If you've read Perks, you'll understand. There's something about a bunch of personal messages scrawled in different handwritings and colors, that makes it better. Charlie would approve. This entire book is like sitting between your two best friends, going to your first party, and breaking out of the tunnel,&amp;nbsp;into the&amp;nbsp;city lights,&amp;nbsp;feeling infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) If you could meet one author (living or dead), who would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K Rowling. I know, still unoriginal. But come on, none of us would be here in the YA world if it wasn't for her. I grew up on Harry Potter. I am in the &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter Generation. &lt;/em&gt;I turned 11 when the first book came out and trust me, I was enraged that I didn't receive my Hogwarts letter. I would like to take her up on that. But I might hyperventilate and pass out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;3) What book are you most looking forward to in 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hmm. This is a toughie. I tend not to be expecting anything unless I'm waiting on a sequel. I'm an amazon 1-click shopper. I'm an impulse buyer. I see a cover and synopsis I like and have it sent to my house. It's an awful idea because sometimes I flip through the first chapter, hate it, and never read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-9146954662634375760?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/9146954662634375760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=9146954662634375760&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/9146954662634375760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/9146954662634375760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/road-trip-wednesday.html' title='Road Trip Wednesday'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/SyAK3vVYXwI/AAAAAAAAABU/rwdmj-xl22M/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-8506472320024053708</id><published>2009-12-07T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T04:39:57.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>It's early, as always, because my Tuesdays are crazy. But I promise to get to all yours!&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to catch a cold, the one thing that makes me hate this time of year. Luckily, that means I have to stay in and write/edit/beta like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It's Teaser time! From 365 Days Until I Disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-8506472320024053708?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8506472320024053708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=8506472320024053708&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/8506472320024053708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/8506472320024053708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/teaser-tuesday.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-4913908731286734660</id><published>2009-12-04T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:56:25.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I rant/monologue and get proven wrong</title><content type='html'>My betas know that I love to rant and monologue and blahblahblah forever. Their manuscripts are full of purple ink to prove this. I'm a supportive monologuer, I'll go on for paragraphs just trying to explain how much I love a scene, or even a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I do this in real life though, too. I recently ranted to my boyfriend about a magazine article talking about the dangers of texting and walking. I ranted about how there's no real danger in that, who can't multitask?&lt;br /&gt;Then, last night, we were walking out of the Brand New concert and I flipped open my sidekick (which I despise) to check my texts while walking. I stepped off the curb and right in front of a car. Luckily I have a boyfriend that doesn't want a flattened girlfriend so he grabbed me by the arm and yanked me back to safety. Point being? None really, except that I can be proven wrong all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I talk about writing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting two new YA's and can't decide which to focus on because I can't get past chapter 4 on either. Does anyone else find the beginning the hardest or is the middle for you? What about the end? Once I get my story rolling I'm usually all set but sometimes the middle clogs up.&lt;br /&gt;I have this awesome beta who preaches outlining though so I've written skeletons for both and it's really helping. Do you outline or are you a plunger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-4913908731286734660?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4913908731286734660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=4913908731286734660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4913908731286734660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4913908731286734660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-i-rantmonologue-and-get-proven.html' title='Where I rant/monologue and get proven wrong'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-4184297542353722837</id><published>2009-11-30T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:28:28.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. Or almost that time. Here's my tease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;snip! thanks for the comments, you're all incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-4184297542353722837?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4184297542353722837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=4184297542353722837&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4184297542353722837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/4184297542353722837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/teaser-tuesday_30.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-7299937698629590246</id><published>2009-11-30T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:13:44.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New England, I love you, but you're bringing me down</title><content type='html'>Could it stop down pouring for five minutes? Also, if the sun could stay up past four p.m. I'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Teaser Tuesday is tomorrow (yayyy!) but before I post, I have a question.&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone pull down their teases? If so, when and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-7299937698629590246?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7299937698629590246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=7299937698629590246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/7299937698629590246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/7299937698629590246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-england-i-love-you-but-youre.html' title='New England, I love you, but you&apos;re bringing me down'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-8136575031367825623</id><published>2009-11-23T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:36:41.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>So, this is from my YA novel 365 Days Until I Disappear. I have no idea how much I'm suppose to summarize here without ruining the fact that this is a &lt;b&gt;teaser&lt;/b&gt; but some information seems necessary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;At seventeen, Lindsay Hawkes thought she was on the other side of the acute lymphoblastic leukemia she’d been fighting since she was twelve, but it woke again just before the start of her senior year. With no hope for recovery, she plans to experience life the best she can with the help of her wild, loving best friend Angela. What she doesn’t expect is Angela’s cousin, Riley, moving to Salvation, Georgia, after losing his parents to a house fire, and derailing her well laid plans. He burrows his way beneath scar tissue and cancerous cells and into Lindsay's heart, opening her up to the one thing she didn’t want in her last year of life, vulnerability and a love she would have to leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There's more to it, a fantasy twist, but I'll leave it at that for this teaser. This bit is from when Lindsay's best friend demands a girl's night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;snip! Thanks so much for your comments guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-8136575031367825623?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8136575031367825623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=8136575031367825623&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/8136575031367825623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/8136575031367825623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/teaser-tuesday_23.html' title='Teaser Tuesday!'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-7043145799326494416</id><published>2009-11-18T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:54:06.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I succumb easily to peer pressure</title><content type='html'>I must talk about the swine. If you go to college, it's everywhere; the actual sickness as well as the paranoia over it. I don't expect to get swine or to die from it and I'd love to walk across campus without hearing it mentioned or walk into a bathroom without signs decorating the walls advising you to stay home if you feel sick, as if college students can't figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, the absentee policy is no longer in use because they'd rather you miss class than come in and leave your snotty germs all over the desk.&lt;br /&gt;On the downside, it's November in Boston which means the sun is down by 4:30 and it's 30 degrees out so there really is a lot of sickness going around and not a lot of politeness over the matter.&lt;br /&gt;My advice, if you're sick don't come to class. If you can't miss class, cough into your hand, not the back of my neck. Thank you guy sitting behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, do you guys listen to music while you write? What about while you edit? I &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;to listen to music while I write but I need silence while I edit or I get too wrapped up in the emotions while I reread. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-7043145799326494416?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7043145799326494416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=7043145799326494416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/7043145799326494416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/7043145799326494416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-i-succumb-easily-to-peer.html' title='Because I succumb easily to peer pressure'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-7075044074655687531</id><published>2009-11-18T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:37:56.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So, it's not Tuesday, obviously, so I won't be teasing though I've joined the Teaser Tuesday blogroll on absolutewrite.&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't tease I'll be looking through everyone else's teases and getting newly excited about how great and caring this entire community is.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the most supportive crowd ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be teasing next Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a great, sweet first reader. Thanks a million again!&lt;br /&gt;Editing until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-7075044074655687531?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7075044074655687531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=7075044074655687531&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/7075044074655687531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/7075044074655687531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/teaser-tuesday.html' title='Teaser Tuesday'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16915458411949934.post-5701528125033826937</id><published>2009-11-17T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:58:10.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Hi all/The Call</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;I always said I wouldn't do this, because really, what do I have to say that people want to read? But here I am.&lt;br /&gt;After writing, editing, querying and nail biting, I received four full requests on my first twenty or so queries for my YA novel. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly sent them along without worrying too much about them, what ever happens, happens, right?&lt;br /&gt;Checking my email via cell phone every fifteen minutes doesn't constitute as obsession, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get an email from The Dream Agent, saying she went through two boxes of tissues reading my novel and asked to set up an appointment to call. My heart stops, my palms sweat and I nearly jump out of my skin. Since I'm at work I wait an excruciating two hours then send my reply, "of course, I'd love to speak with you!" while I secretly dance inside.&lt;br /&gt;That's a Thursday so I wait until Monday (which feels like a year) then get the call that morning.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't quite go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;She loves the novel, couldn't stop crying, loved all the family involvement, the love story and the way it was wrapped up, but. That's right, the epic BUT. But she wants some revisions, some structural edits, the intensity of the love story and the main character's situation seem to have made me lose track of the tension and flow. She suggests a first reader which I agree to even though I always skipped class on days we had to read our essays aloud.&lt;br /&gt;I've asked around absolutewrite.com and am waiting to hear back so until then, I guess I'll be relieving my stress here while I deconstruct my novel piece by piece and shift chapters around until I no longer know which is up and which is down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16915458411949934-5701528125033826937?l=lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5701528125033826937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16915458411949934&amp;postID=5701528125033826937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5701528125033826937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16915458411949934/posts/default/5701528125033826937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-allthe-call.html' title='Hi all/The Call'/><author><name>LizPage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863167617453436250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ve13i4_t9Ok/S7FHsJOzpBI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNTWokWQup8/S220/525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
