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  <atom:title type="html">Behind The Words</atom:title>
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  <atom:updated>2012-05-17T11:49:15-05:00</atom:updated>

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      <atom:title>Doomsday Has Been Cancelled</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;I never believed that the world was going to end on Dec. 12 of this year because the Mayan calendar is a calendar of cycles, not doomsdays. I learned this during my research for &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-23" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woman Of A Thousand Secrets&lt;/a&gt;, in which I explore the Mayan culture before the arrival of the Europeans. But now an earlier, more accurate Mayan calendar has been found in Xultun, Guatemala, proving my personal theory -- that when the 13th &amp;quot;baktun&amp;quot; (cycle) ends, a new series of cycles begins -- NOT the end of the world. Which is a good thing because I have Christmas plans.&lt;/p&gt;
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        <atom:name>Barbara Wood</atom:name>
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      <atom:published>2012-05-17T11:48:07-05:00</atom:published>

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&lt;p&gt;I am now on Facebook.  Yes, it's finally happened!  I post regularly, so please visit me there to find out all about my work (and of course a little bit about me too).&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="/editor/images/smiley/msn/regular_smile.gif" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I will still maintain my blog here, for all of you who like to visit my blog page.&lt;/p&gt;
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        <atom:name>Barbara Wood</atom:name>
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      <atom:published>2012-05-16T15:49:14-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>THE DIVINING - my latest book</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;THE DIVINING is here! This book is inspired by one of my previous books SOUL FLAME.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoy it!&amp;nbsp; You can read an excerpt &lt;a href="http://barbarawoodbook.com/The_Divining__By_NYT_Bestselling_Author_Barabara_Wood/Excerpt.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2012-03-13T17:45:45-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>Happy New Year!</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wishing you all a wonderful 2012.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love,  Barbara :)&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2012-01-02T18:09:05-06:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;However you may be spending the holidays this year, I wish you a peaceful and happy Thanksgiving.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love, Barbara :)&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-11-24T19:00:02-06:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>Is It Okay To Burn Books?</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;I have always answered that question with an emphatic NO.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;However, I recently came across a book that so appalled me that I threw it in the trash (the equivalent, I suppose, of burning it).&amp;nbsp; If this shocks you, let me explain.&lt;/p&gt;</atom:summary>

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          &lt;p&gt;When I finished writing &amp;ldquo;The Divining&amp;rdquo; (a novel inspired by Soul Flame), I began research on my next book, &amp;ldquo;The Serpent and the Staff,&amp;rdquo; which takes place in the Middle East in the year 1450 BCE.&amp;nbsp; For better frame of historical reference, this is during the reign of the great Egyptian Pharaoh, Thutmose the Third (stepson of Queen Hatshepsut), or for Biblical reference, roughly between Joseph and Moses.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, my research calls for sources on daily life in early Bible times.&amp;nbsp; One book I picked up was titled &amp;ldquo;Daily Life In the Old Testament,&amp;rdquo; and it tells us how Moses and Miriam would have lived, how they got around, what they wore, what they ate.&amp;nbsp; It is a book aimed at young people (actually, it is a text book for Sunday school and Sabbath school), but I chose it because it is beautifully illustrated and helps me to visualize the world I am going to create.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was doing fine with it until I came to the chapter on clothing.&amp;nbsp; The author tells us that early Israelites made their clothes mostly from wool.&amp;nbsp; But rich people also wore Egyptian linen and --- robes made of silk.&amp;nbsp; This gave me pause.&amp;nbsp; Silk originated in China and did not reach the Western world until Alexander the great (approximately 300 years before Christ).&amp;nbsp; Although this error annoyed me, I continued with the book.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I came to the chapter on food in which the author assures us that people in Israel and Canaan four thousand years ago ate pretty much the same thing they eat today, and the two examples given are rice and corn.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This shocked me.&amp;nbsp; Like silk, rice originated in China and did not reach the West until around the time of the Caesars.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was willing, however, to let even that error slip by, but I balked at corn.&amp;nbsp; What was this author &amp;ndash; and her editors &amp;ndash; thinking?&amp;nbsp; Corn is indigenous to the Americas and it was not discovered by Europeans until 1492 and the arrival of Christopher Columbus!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Three glaring errors in a textbook for children.&amp;nbsp; Factual mistakes in fiction is bad enough (even I have been known to make one or two) but a Sunday school text should be taken for, well, Gospel!&amp;nbsp; I got mad and threw the book out since obviously nothing else in those pages could be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I shudder to think how many copies of that book are floating around out there, and how many children and Sabbath school teachers think that Moses wore silk while he dined on rice and corn.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-08-31T14:40:52-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>A Beautiful Quote</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;We find inspirational words in all kinds of places, and sometimes a source can be most unexpected.  I occasionally watch a television show called &amp;ldquo;CSI,&amp;rdquo; about police lab technicians in Las Vegas.  Recently, in an episode I was watching on DVD, supervisor Gil Grissom entered the lab and asked technician Nick Stokes how he was coming along on the tree analysis.  Nick said, &amp;ldquo;Nothing yet, but hope still bears fruit, so I am going to examine the tree rings next.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</atom:summary>

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          &lt;p&gt;I thought: Hope still bears fruit.&amp;nbsp; What a lovely quote.&amp;nbsp; And how unusual for the character of Nick Stokes who tends to be a good ol&amp;rsquo; boy with not much depth of thought.&amp;nbsp; I stopped the DVD and went to my desk to write the quote down, thinking it was a good sentiment to remind oneself of each day, that hope still bears fruit no matter what.&amp;nbsp; I thought I might even include it in my newest book, Serpent and the Staff, and have one of my characters utter it during a particularly stressful scene, a reminder that no matter how trying times might be, how dark things might look, one needs only hope and it will somehow bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I went on to other tasks that day and did not return to finish the CSI episode until the next evening.&amp;nbsp; I rewound the DVD a few minutes to refresh myself on the story, and finally came again to supervisor Grissom entering the lab and asking Stokes how he was coming along with the tree analysis.&amp;nbsp; Stokes says, &amp;ldquo;Nothing yet, but oaks don&amp;rsquo;t bear fruit, so I am going to examine the tree rings next.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-08-07T11:43:20-05:00</atom:published>

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&lt;p&gt;I receive a lot of delightful mail from readers, much of which usually contains at least one question about a specific book.&amp;nbsp; While I do write back with the answers, I thought I would post a list of the most frequently asked questions, in case any of you have been too shy to write.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: I have just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-08" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOMINA&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Did Samantha Hargrave really live?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</atom:summary>

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          &lt;p&gt;A: While Dr. Hargrave is fictional and a product of my imagination, her character is based on women doctors who lived in the Nineteenth Century, therefore she is a composite of Elizabeth Blackwell, Ann Preston, Elizabeth Anderson, and others.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-22" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAUGHTER OF THE SUN&lt;/a&gt; vividly describes the Anasazi culture.&amp;nbsp; Do we know what became of the extinct race that once lived in Chaco Canyon? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A: Although there are many theories, no one knows what became of a flourishing culture that vanished quickly and without trace.&amp;nbsp; Historians and archaeologists cannot agree on a single theory.&amp;nbsp; Daughter of the Sun is my personal theory and one which I believe is quite possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: In &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-13" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dreaming&lt;/a&gt; you have a steamship becalmed on the ocean.&amp;nbsp; If it&amp;rsquo;s a steamship, how can it get becalmed?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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A: When they run out of fuel to burn, which happened quite a lot in the Nineteenth Century.&amp;nbsp; When the coal ran out, captains were forced to burn ship-board furniture or anything combustible, including precious cargo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: In &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-13" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dreaming&lt;/a&gt;, does Karra Karra really exist?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A: No, I made it up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: I visited Egypt and tried to find the house you describe in &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-15" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virgins of Paradise&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Where can I find Virgins of Paradise Street in Cairo? &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
A: Nowhere.&amp;nbsp; The street, and house, are products of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: I loved &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-07" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Watch Gods&lt;/a&gt; and would like to know more about the mummies of Akhenaton and Nefertiti.&amp;nbsp; Have they ever been found?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A: There are many mummies in Egypt still without positive identification and some Egyptologists believe that among them are those of the pharaoh and queen of the Amarna period.&amp;nbsp; But so far it is all conjecture.&amp;nbsp; While a few Egyptologists say that&amp;nbsp; Mummy 61074, found in KV55 (an unfinished tomb in the Valley of the Kings) is Akhenaten's, so far no definite proof has been found.&amp;nbsp; As for Nefertiti, finding her remains is every Egyptologist&amp;rsquo;s dream.&amp;nbsp; A few years back, a claim was made and a mummy &amp;ldquo;positively&amp;rdquo; identified as that of the famous queen.&amp;nbsp; But the claim was savagely shot down by the archaeological community, and I myself did not believe the claim (for too many reasons to go into here).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Q: As Kathryn Harvey you wrote &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-12" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;/a&gt;, about a house of pleasure for women.&amp;nbsp; Does such an establishment really exist?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A: Not that I know of.&amp;nbsp; But I think if it did, the line to get in would be around the block.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-07-26T11:27:16-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>The Long-Lost Diary</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was cleaning a closet last night and pulled out a dusty old box filled with memorabilia from my past &amp;ndash; things I had not looked at in years.&amp;nbsp; I found a diary that I had written when I was fifteen.&amp;nbsp; It was summer, I lived in the San Fernando Valley and was attending Reseda High.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The entries in the diary fascinated me.&amp;nbsp; So much drama!&amp;nbsp; So much angst and worrying about things that seem miniscule today but that, in that summer, were gigantic to me.&amp;nbsp; The pimples, the gossip, the ever-changing dynamics of the girlfriend sphere.&amp;nbsp; And did I really spend THAT much time by the phone waiting for Johnny to call?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</atom:summary>

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          &lt;p&gt;Some entries are painful to read (&amp;ldquo;What is life?&amp;nbsp; What is love?&amp;nbsp; What is God?&amp;rdquo;), others nostalgic (&amp;ldquo;Dad took me out for my first driving lesson today), and many humorous (&amp;ldquo;Wonton licked Mike Manchen&amp;rsquo;s neck and then she threw up on the carpet&amp;rdquo;)&amp;nbsp; A few are even written in French and German as I was studying those languages at the time.&amp;nbsp; But one entry stands out.&amp;nbsp; It is dated November 17th, and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Dear Diary, Guess what!&amp;nbsp; Need I explain details except that we had lunch at Dupar&amp;rsquo;s, went to the museum, had fun and came home in a crowd.&amp;nbsp; Oh heck, I&amp;rsquo;ll never forget this day, so why bother writing about it?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, of course I have forgotten that day.&amp;nbsp; I have absolutely no idea what I was talking about.&amp;nbsp; Dupar&amp;rsquo;s, as I recall, was a coffee shop on Ventura Boulevard, but I don&amp;rsquo;t know what museum I am referring to, and I certainly don&amp;rsquo;t know who &amp;ldquo;we&amp;rdquo; are.&amp;nbsp; I also have a feeling I didn&amp;rsquo;t mean to write &amp;ldquo;crowd,&amp;rdquo; but rather &amp;ldquo;cloud,&amp;rdquo; (it seems to be one of my favorite words as a teenager &amp;ndash; in a lot of the diary entries I describe myself as being in a cloud, which I take to mean I was happy).&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I looked at the entries leading up to and following that date&amp;nbsp; &amp;ndash; all dealing with school, girlfriends, books I was reading, driving lessons, and Johnny.&amp;nbsp; But none illuminate me on what was so monumental about November 17 that I thought I would never forget it.&amp;nbsp; And I certainly don&amp;rsquo;t remember who I was with on that unforgettable day!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With luck, the &amp;ldquo;we&amp;rdquo; is an old friend who reads this blog, and maybe his or her memory is better than mine.&amp;nbsp; Drop me an email, please.&amp;nbsp; I hope that day was a little more memorable for you than it was for me.&amp;nbsp; (And I hope there is no offense taken that I have forgotten our special day together!)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Image Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; http://www.redbubble.com/people/laraz/art/6689299-walking-on-clouds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-06-30T18:07:28-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>A Shared Dream</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;I had just finished my newest book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Divining&lt;/span&gt; (a story inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.barbarawood.com/my-titles/book-10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soul Flame&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/a&gt; and I needed a few days of rest, so my husband and I went for a drive in the Mojave Desert.&amp;nbsp; It was one of those jaunts through pristine wilderness that makes one forget the stresses of daily life and steers one&amp;rsquo;s thoughts to higher levels and deeper peace.&amp;nbsp; We were the only car on the road beneath a golden sun.&amp;nbsp; We drove past Joshua trees, cacti, flowers, rolling sand dunes, and flat expanses that swept away to lavender mountains and impossible horizons.&lt;/p&gt;
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          &lt;p&gt;We had covered miles in silence, both of us in private thought.&amp;nbsp; I had my window rolled down.&amp;nbsp; My hair whipped about my face.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking about my golf game &amp;ndash; I definitely need to work on my back swing &amp;ndash; when my husband suddenly said, &amp;ldquo;Hey honey, you know what we should do?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I smiled.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Yes, dear?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He said, &amp;ldquo;We should get ourselves a little vacation home.&amp;nbsp; Nothing elaborate, just a simple get-away place we can go to a few times a year.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I said, &amp;ldquo;What a coincidence, I have been thinking the same thing.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He got excited.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Yeah!&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking a little cabin on the Kenai River in Alaska where we can fish for salmon and drink beer all day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I replied, &amp;ldquo;Well, my vision is pretty close to that, except it&amp;rsquo;s a small&lt;br /&gt;
condo on a Palm Springs golf course where we can sit by the pool and sip&lt;br /&gt;
margaritas all day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think we are going to have to work on this.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-05-24T11:42:02-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>Adultery or Golf?</atom:title>

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      <atom:summary>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="(image of man and women golfers kissing)" src="/blog/archive/2009/12/images/blog_110504_golfers_kissing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I was chatting with my friend Vicki the other day and she told me she had run into a mutual friend named Bill at the country club.  Since they both had time on their hands, they decided to &amp;ldquo;play around.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was speechless for a moment as I was not certain what she had just said. Had Vicki uttered two words, or three? Two words, to &amp;ldquo;play around,&amp;rdquo; meant cheating on a spouse. Three words, to &amp;ldquo;play a round,&amp;rdquo; meant playing a game of golf. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know how to respond. She kept talking about &amp;ldquo;playing around&amp;rdquo; with Bill, and I didn&amp;rsquo;t know if she had been, well, getting naughty with Bill, or if she had been hitting balls on the fairway with him.&lt;/p&gt;</atom:summary>

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          &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Golf is confusing and complicated enough.  So are romantic affairs, for that fact.  My point is, the English language can be tricky.  Whether you are speaking it or writing it, you have to be careful in your wording.  The difference between &amp;ldquo;a round&amp;rdquo; and &amp;ldquo;around&amp;rdquo; can mean drinks in the clubhouse or a trip to the divorce court.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;By the way, as it turned out, Vicki broke a hundred while Bill played four over.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-05-04T13:57:05-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>The Ingenious Ways People Sit</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;Okay, this blog is actually more about my day at a PGA golf tournament than the ways people sit, but those ingenious contraptions were in fact a large part of my wide-eyed enjoyment of the event.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had watched golf tournaments on TV, but nothing prepared me for the tremendous rush of attending one in person!  The celebrity players, the TV cameras, photographers, the thousands of enthusiastic fans, all filling the air with tremendous energy and cheer.  The beer and wine flows freely, and the pizza is the tastiest!  And no matter how dense the crowd, one can always finagle a good spot from which to watch a smoking drive, or a fairway shot that winds up in the stratosphere.&lt;/p&gt;</atom:summary>

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          &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Finding a place to sit, however, is problematic.  The rule of the golf course is you can bring a chair but you cannot leave it unattended, which means you carry it from hole to hole.  If you want to be comfy, bring a nice big lawn chair, and I did indeed spot a few hardy individuals with such furniture strapped to their backs.  I spotted tripod collapsible stools, legless &amp;ldquo;canoe&amp;rdquo; seats, armless and legless &amp;ldquo;stadium&amp;rdquo; seats &amp;ndash; some of which even came with attached umbrellas and cup holders!  I even saw people sitting on cardboard boxes and plastic grocery crates.  The minimalists, of course, brought those strange little sticks with the two flaps that fold out &amp;ndash; as if that would hold MY derriere!  (Handy to carry, yes, but what if you unwittingly plant your tripod in soft soil?  You sit, down goes the pole into the earth, and there you are smacksaddle on the grass.)  Another problem is that golf courses are hilly.  You find little flat ground around a Tee box or green.  We were gathered at the tenth green to watch golf legend Lee Trevino sink a putt when the lady in front of me put her tiny little folding chair on the grass, sat herself down, and promptly fell over backwards, her feet going up in the air and over her head.  Down the hill she tumbled, taking me and several others with her.  I missed Trevino&amp;rsquo;s putt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;By the end of the day, I confess that my feet were killing me.  I think I&amp;rsquo;ll take a bean bag chair with me to the next event.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-03-30T16:26:21-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>Who Was Saint Patrick Really?</atom:title>

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&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Having been born in England (yes, I came as an immigrant to these golden shores) I found the holiday that honors Ireland&amp;rsquo;s patron saint something of a surprise, considering that these colonies were no longer part of the British Commonwealth.  Curious about the roots of this unique holiday (in which Americans don shamrocks and drink green beer) I did some research and was surprised to learn that the holiday is a very old one as it began in 1737 when The Irish Society of Boston organized the first Saint Patrick's Day Parade in the American colonies.&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; In 1780, during the Revolutionary War, General George Washington had soldiers of Irish descent under his command and he allowed them to observe the holiday on March 17.  From that day to this, Saint Patrick&amp;rsquo;s Day has been celebrated in America by Irish and non-Irish alike.&lt;/p&gt;</atom:summary>

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          &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But who was this Irish saint?  According to Wikipedia, in the Fourth Century Patrick was captured as a slave when he was sixteen years old and taken to Ireland, where he lived for six years before escaping and returning to his family in Britain.  After entering the Church, he returned to Ireland as an ordained bishop, but little is known about the places where he worked.  By the seventh century Patrick had come to be revered as the patron saint of Ireland.  However, most available details of his life are from later biographies, and are looked upon with doubt and criticism.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Although my research led me to realize that very little is known about one of the most famous saints in Christendom, and although there are many theories revolving around his life, his works and who he really was, it doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean we should cease to celebrate in his name on March 17.  It is a fun holiday, after all, and gives everyone the opportunity to live it up and have a good time.  I, too, like to join in St. Patrick&amp;rsquo;s Day revels &amp;ndash; although I do draw the line at drinking green beer!&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-03-15T14:14:35-05:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>My Important Socks . . .</atom:title>

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&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We all do it.  Procrastinate.  Put things off until tomorrow.  You have to do your 2010 tax return.  It&amp;rsquo;s time for that annual medical check-up.  The car is making a scary noise.  You&amp;rsquo;re way overdue answering important emails.  So what do you do?  If you are like me, you sort your sock drawer.  Or re-arrange your spice shelf in alphabetical order, or play one more level of that computer game you have been working on for months.  Procrastination, I am told, is a shoulder devil that whispers in the ears of a whopping 95 percent of the population.&lt;/p&gt;</atom:summary>

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          &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Why do we do it?  I don&amp;rsquo;t have the answer to that.  But I am always in search of tools to help me break that bad habit and get me back on my writing track.  This is one reason why I collect words and sayings of inspiration, and I read them now and then to give me that boost to get me focused on my latest book (and away from my sock drawer).  One useful tool that gets me going is to choose what&amp;rsquo;s important.  Having ten things calling for our immediate attention can be overwhelming and so we end up watching TV.  I might have a character who needs better definition, or an action scene that&amp;rsquo;s too slow, or a descriptive paragraph that is giving me grief.  I can&amp;rsquo;t write them all at once and so I shy away.  One way I overcome this is to choose just one and forget about the rest.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When I have selected that task, singled it out and put everything else on the back burner, my next handy tool is to just get started.  Sounds easy, and it is!  I employ two methods: sometimes I just plunge in and tackle that pesky chapter, or I take baby steps and work on one sentence at a time.  Like the tortoise in his race against the hare, slow and steady gets the work done.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The third helpful tool that I use is reminding myself not to bite off more than I can chew.  This is All-or-Nothing thinking, and I am frequently guilty of it.  I have to remind myself that I cannot write a novel in a day (although I would love to!) but I CAN write a page or a sentence today &amp;ndash; as I suggested in my last blog.  Ryan Waggoner on lifehacker.com stated it perfectly when he said that any step, no matter how small, is a step in the right direction.  And he is so right.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Okay, I have procrastinated enough.  My socks are in order.  Blog is written.  Back to Chapter Three and that uncooperative character.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-02-22T17:37:51-06:00</atom:published>

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      <atom:title>Happy Valentine's Day</atom:title>

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&lt;p&gt;I write about love in its many forms and what I always enjoy creating is the scene where my two main characters first meet.  What are the circumstances?  Is it by chance or carefully orchestrated? What is the setting, the climate?  Is it crowded, noisy, quiet, romantic, terrifying?  Will they love eachother or hate each other? Too many options!  With this in mind, here's a poem that inspires me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;by Christopher  Marlowe&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It lies not in our power to love or hate,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For will in us is overruled by fate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We wish that one should love, the other win;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And one especially do we affect&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The reason no man knows; let it suffice&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What we behold is censured by our eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where both deliberate, the love is slight:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Image Source: www.midwestpoet.wordpress.com&lt;/p&gt;
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      <atom:published>2011-02-14T14:14:08-06:00</atom:published>

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