<?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-3206356204057233607</id><updated>2012-02-13T13:12:19.720-05:00</updated><category term='six sentence sunday'/><category term='Going For it'/><category term='Romance Writer'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Woodstock Film Festival'/><category term='Love By Design'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Love Letters'/><category term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Playing For Keeps'/><category term='Love Songs'/><category term='Keanu Reeves'/><category term='Poetry By Liz'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Tao of Liz</title><subtitle type='html'>Fun, Flirty, and Fiery Romps...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>352</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-4775430207954764307</id><published>2012-02-12T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T15:52:23.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very First Nook Signing Ever - Hudson Valley Romance Writer of America</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NThP65O0USs/TzgdVCpU2DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0EZ7qUaJAcA/s1600/P1010023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NThP65O0USs/TzgdVCpU2DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0EZ7qUaJAcA/s200/P1010023.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allie Boniface and Liz Matis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My indie titles, Love By Design and Playing for Keeps, have been selling well on Kindle but I haven't been feeling the Nook love. So when Elf Ahearn, President of HVRWA, arranged with the Barnes and Noble at the Palisades Center in West Nyack, NY for the very first Nook signing ever - I was, as the NY Giants say, all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially timely - I think we've all been hearing that Barnes and Noble may open smaller Nook stores. (also, one of the employees talked to us about those machines that can produced a book in the store - though I'll say right now I don't think he was talking about Barnes and Noble doing it, but I did think it was odd?) Side note: Of the 10 of us I was the only indie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ten authors, armed with promotional materials such as rack cards, bookmarks, chap book excerpts, magnets, pens, and of course chocolate, impressed the management of Barnes and Noble. They hadn't known we would be bringing items so they had printed up sheets about our books. Also provided were slips of paper for each author with the book names, and ISBN numbers to hand to the customers in hopes they would go up to the register and buy the Nook Book in the store either for themselves or as a gift. The clerk would give the customer a gift receipt that would be put in a gift card envelope to present to their Valentine to be downloaded later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management encouraged us to approach customers. During the scheduled 2 hours the store made announcements about this first ever Nook signing and for customers to stop by and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So how did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dXwIG_nxNUg/TzgeTm4knBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/e44BvdmpXO0/s1600/P1010024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dXwIG_nxNUg/TzgeTm4knBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/e44BvdmpXO0/s200/P1010024.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elf Ahearn (back) Charmaine Gordon (left),&lt;br /&gt;and Janet Lane Walters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was a positive experience. Shoppers stopped by to say hello even the non-romance readers. A few men braved a hello. My favorite was a teen boy into Manga telling us we were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was a lull our wonderful President Elf would bundle a couple of items (and chocolate) and wandered the store handing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we sell eBooks? I sold 2 that I know of, which was 1 more than the day before. Like I said I get no Nook love. Kindle? Gangbusters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzXphpUu-_Y/Tzgg2ca6STI/AAAAAAAAAj4/mAOpcF0EXgk/s1600/P1010017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzXphpUu-_Y/Tzgg2ca6STI/AAAAAAAAAj4/mAOpcF0EXgk/s200/P1010017.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wendy Marcus and Jennifer Probst&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Maybe we didn't sell many books, but we created buzz and made an impression. So much so that&amp;nbsp;Barnes and Nobles wants us back right before Mother's Day! They've already thought of ways of improving the signing by placing us by the Cafe where there is more traffic and instead of the 10 of us at one time we will 'woman' the table 3 at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0Ah8RRnREo/Tzgg9algSSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/923OLpyfhoI/s1600/401563_10150539023867121_561277120_9253837_1211129653_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0Ah8RRnREo/Tzgg9algSSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/923OLpyfhoI/s320/401563_10150539023867121_561277120_9253837_1211129653_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liz Matis, Heather Thurmeier, Gianna Simone, &amp;amp; Kathy Attalla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson Valley Romance Writers of America are embracing the future. As the teenaged boy said - We are very cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-4775430207954764307?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4775430207954764307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=4775430207954764307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4775430207954764307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4775430207954764307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/very-first-nook-signing-ever-hudson.html' title='The Very First Nook Signing Ever - Hudson Valley Romance Writer of America'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NThP65O0USs/TzgdVCpU2DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0EZ7qUaJAcA/s72-c/P1010023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-9081267323372955164</id><published>2012-02-10T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:31:52.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOK Book Signing with Hudson Valley Romance Writers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04Nu0X7eFPE/TzM8M4xO8TI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Bz-VEzOQH_A/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I love reading famous love letters and I thought with all the campaigning crap going on we all could enjoy a love letter Ronald Reagan wrote to his wife Nancy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Aboard Air Force One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;March 4 1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dear First Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know tradition has it that on this morning I place cards&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Happy Anniversary cards on your breakfast tray.&amp;nbsp; But things are somewhat mixed up.&amp;nbsp; I substituted a gift &amp;amp; delivered it a few weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Still this is the day, the day that marks 31 years of such happiness as comes to few men.&amp;nbsp; I told you once that it was like an adolescent's dream of what marriage should be like.&amp;nbsp; That hasn't changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You know I love the ranch but these last two days made it plain I only love it when you are there.&amp;nbsp; Come to think of it that's true of every place &amp;amp; every time.&amp;nbsp; When you aren't there I'm no place, just lost in time &amp;amp; space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I more than love you, I'm not whole without you.&amp;nbsp; You are life itself to me.&amp;nbsp; When you are gone I'm waiting for you to return so I can start living again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Happy Anniversary &amp;amp; thank you for 31 wonderful years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Your Grateful Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-5958875702039201691?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5958875702039201691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=5958875702039201691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5958875702039201691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5958875702039201691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/gravitation-is-not-responsible-for.html' title='Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.  ~Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04Nu0X7eFPE/TzM8M4xO8TI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Bz-VEzOQH_A/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7464846849535534183</id><published>2012-02-05T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:30:40.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing For Keeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Road to the Super Bowl - BEER</title><content type='html'>Misquote? "Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." - Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good old Ben would appreciate the Super Bowl but between being born in Boston and living in Philly where the NY Giant's enemy the Eagles hail from I fear Ben would be cheering for the New England Patriots today. I will forgive him though because he is a Founding Father and formed the first public lending library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder what beer would Ben drink today? I bet not Samuel Adams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm partaking in some Killans Irish Red. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And here is one last excerpt from Playing For Keeps my football meets romance romp!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt;   &lt;o:AllowPNG/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:TrackMoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:TrackFormatting/&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;    &lt;w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/&gt;    &lt;w:UseFELayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;The bell dinged and the doors slid open. Trudging down the hall, bleary eyed from the events of the day and lack of sleep, he felt like a zombie in some B movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Terell, why the hell aren’t you in your room?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ryan cringed at his coach’s gruff voice, wondering if anyone on the floor would wake up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Couldn’t sleep,” he said in a near whisper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Can’t sleep when you’re messing around with some bimbo.” Coach Werner lowered his voice slightly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A former NFL player, his coach packed on the pounds when his career was over. His face weathered from the countless days in the sun and the biting winds of winter. After three seasons as head coach of the Cougars, his once jet black hair grayed to a stainless steel finish.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ryan took in his coach’s rumpled sweat-suit and half finished Yoo-Hoo. No doubt he was taking a break from reviewing game films, even though it was two in the morning. His coach was a heart attack waiting to happen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ryan hoped he fared better in retirement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7464846849535534183?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7464846849535534183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7464846849535534183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7464846849535534183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7464846849535534183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/road-to-super-bowl-beer.html' title='Road to the Super Bowl - BEER'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3299164750550523819</id><published>2012-02-04T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:30:40.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing For Keeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Tailgating - Road to the Superbowl - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBg1cjVBeds/Ty2FqSiLO4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/vCBA8qtbw9M/s1600/People+Puppy+Chow+005.jpg" 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/-QBg1cjVBeds/Ty2FqSiLO4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/vCBA8qtbw9M/s320/People+Puppy+Chow+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How about something sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my recipe for People Chow. &amp;nbsp;(remember we don't count calories on Superbowl Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Chow&lt;br /&gt;Melt 1 stick of butter in large pan&lt;br /&gt;then add 1 cup of smooth peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;and 1 package of MILK Chocolate morsels (not semi-sweet)&lt;br /&gt;when this has all melt stir in&lt;br /&gt;1 box Golden Graham cereal&lt;br /&gt;place in a paper bag and add confectionary sugar to coat&lt;br /&gt;and shake, shake, shake&lt;br /&gt;put the yummy mix onto a cookie sheet and chill in the fridge for 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;And here's another excerpt to Playing For Keeps, my football meets romance romp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Jameson, your boy is putting on a show. Did you give him any advice in the elevator?” asked Bradley.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She nearly jumped in her seat, but recovered quickly. “I told him those o’s and x’s in his play book stand for offense and defense and not hugs and kisses.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Most of the sportswriters broke out in laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;From across the room a local reporter yelled, “Hey Jameson, I’d like to see you in a Dallas cheerleading uniform.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A hush fell over the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She flipped her pen back and forth on the table in aggravation. The juvenile atmosphere of professional football extended away from the locker room. These reporters knew she was no young thing. Not that she expected a hall pass but she reported from the middle of war zones, earning the respect due her and yet even here in the States she was still subjected to sexist remarks. Was it worth it? She really didn’t know, but for now she would play along. “It would look better on you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Various vulgar comments were made to the other reporter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Good one,” said Bradley looking at her with respect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Samantha smiled. She could always play with the big boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3299164750550523819?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3299164750550523819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3299164750550523819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3299164750550523819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3299164750550523819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/tailgating-road-to-superbowl-day-3.html' title='Tailgating - Road to the Superbowl - Day 3'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBg1cjVBeds/Ty2FqSiLO4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/vCBA8qtbw9M/s72-c/People+Puppy+Chow+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1314592100891423603</id><published>2012-02-01T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:30:40.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing For Keeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Tailgating - Road to the Superbowl - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Looking for recipes for the big game?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Another very simple but popular recipe - my famous TACO PIE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;One pkg of cresent rolls - spread flat into a 9" x 12" pan -&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; cook in heated oven about 5 min. (it s/b risen but not done) Take out of oven.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;1 Pound of chopmeat in frying pan - cook - then add taco seasoning mix and cook per the pkg.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;When done - spread it out on top of the crust&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;add pepperoni&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;add chopped onion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;add chopped peppers (any color)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;then spread 2-3 cups of shredded cheddar cheese on top.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Bake at 375 between 15 - 20 minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Serve with shredded lettuce / chopped tomato / salsa / sour cream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Here is another excerpt from Playing For Keeps by Liz Matis - my football meets romance romp&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Available in paperback and all eBook devices.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As she drew closer, she noticed he’d gained about ten pounds since college - all muscle. His hair was cut in a military type buzz. Did the owners of the team make him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;cut it? Or was he trying to hide a receding hairline? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fresh from the shower he wore a towel wrapped around his hips. Drops of water still clung to his well- muscled shoulders. The urge to lick each droplet away abruptly entered her thoughts. She shook off the craving, reminding herself that she was a professional journalist and not some love struck teenager. Apparently the ‘girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;now a woman’ theory wasn’t holding up. Should she show disinterest or put him off guard with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;a smile to show she wasn’t intimidated by a roomful of giant naked men? A roomful of naked men? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;What am I doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;“Hello, Terell,” she said with false bravado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #141413; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1314592100891423603?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1314592100891423603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1314592100891423603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1314592100891423603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1314592100891423603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/tailgating-road-to-superbowl-day-2.html' title='Tailgating - Road to the Superbowl - Day 2'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7325256868808512304</id><published>2012-01-29T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:30:40.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing For Keeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Tailgating - Road to the Superbowl - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncxNUY0YgJM/TyW_acqpSuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Y4n5c5ns96Q/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncxNUY0YgJM/TyW_acqpSuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Y4n5c5ns96Q/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whether your having a Superbowl party or fortunate enough to tailgate at the game the easiest and most appreciated dish to serve is sweet and sour meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Crockpot mix together &lt;br /&gt;jar of chili sauce&lt;br /&gt;cup of grape jelly&lt;br /&gt;cup of brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;then throw in a package of frozen meatballs&lt;br /&gt;set in on High for 3 hours or 6 hours on low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These go fast so you might want to double the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Garamond; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Garamond; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Here's a excerpt from Playing For Keeps by Liz Matis - my football meets romance romp. Available on all your eBook devices and in paperback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Garamond; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Garamond; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pulling on his pants, he left the top button open because they were a little tight. He knew he’d pay for eating that burger. The socks came next and he bent forward slowly to reach his feet. Burner was right; Ryan was getting old. At this rate he’d need someone to put his socks on for him. He breathed in deeply and sucked up the pain. Football players stored hurts like a bear stored fat for the winter. Once the season was over, he’d hibernate and heal, just to do it all over again. Except each year it took a little longer to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Garamond; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Garamond; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;During the week I'l share another recipe or two or three along with an excerpt.&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/3206356204057233607-7325256868808512304?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7325256868808512304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7325256868808512304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7325256868808512304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7325256868808512304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/tailgating-road-to-superbowl-day-1.html' title='Tailgating - Road to the Superbowl - Day 1'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncxNUY0YgJM/TyW_acqpSuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Y4n5c5ns96Q/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-2270701982285143874</id><published>2012-01-26T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:57:12.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Songs'/><title type='text'>I Knew I Loved You  - Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>Part 4 of My Favorite Love Songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for a good love song. I guess most people are but as a writer of romantic fiction they are a source of inspiration. I Knew I Loved by Savage Garden is one of those. A beautiful melody and lyrics to sigh over. Here are the lyrics to my favorite part of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;There's just no rhyme or reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Only this sense of completion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I see the missing pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm searching for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I think I've found my way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Click to hear the song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20width=%22560%22%20height=%22315%22%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/embed/jjnmICxvoVY%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jjnmICxvoVY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-2270701982285143874?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2270701982285143874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=2270701982285143874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2270701982285143874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2270701982285143874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-knew-i-loved-you-savage-garden.html' title='I Knew I Loved You  - Savage Garden'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jjnmICxvoVY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8315320323013550638</id><published>2012-01-21T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:30:08.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>Who said "An artist cannot do anything slovenly."?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O4vNH0SjZC4/Txrllw9GQWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0q4yscMQlnU/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O4vNH0SjZC4/Txrllw9GQWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0q4yscMQlnU/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Jane Austen did! Gee, I hope that doesn't mean I can't write in my pajamas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;From Wikipedia: Jane Austen&amp;nbsp;(16 December 1775 – 18 July 1817) was an English novelist&amp;nbsp;whose works of romantic fiction, set among the landed gentry, earned her a place as one of the most widely read writers in English literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can. Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love. - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love these quotes! Which is your favorite? Favorite Jane Austen novel? Or favorite movie versions of Pride and Prejudice? &amp;nbsp;1940 with Laurence Olivier &amp;nbsp;1995 Colin Firth or 2005 with Matthew Macfadyen as Mr Darcy? &amp;nbsp;I have to go with 1995 though it's been a long time since I've seen the 1940 movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8315320323013550638?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8315320323013550638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8315320323013550638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8315320323013550638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8315320323013550638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-said-artist-cannot-do-anything.html' title='Who said &quot;An artist cannot do anything slovenly.&quot;?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O4vNH0SjZC4/Txrllw9GQWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/0q4yscMQlnU/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8201105031047253127</id><published>2012-01-17T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:48:58.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going For it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Baby doll and other terms of endearment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJePmpMj7bc/TxYUi9VsvdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xdVNRysWejE/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJePmpMj7bc/TxYUi9VsvdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xdVNRysWejE/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;An endearment can be a loving word, sweet talk, term of affection, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In Playing For Keeps Ryan called Samantha darling from time to time and in Love By Design Russ refers to Victoria as cupcake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These terms of endearments came naturally out my hero's mouths with no thought at all on my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'm about 4,000 words into my work in progress, Going For It, which is Hannah and Jake's story, the secondary characters from Playing For Keeps. My celebrity inspiration for Jake Miller is Vin Diesel which I've talked about in an earlier post here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/12/transvestite-spends-her-entire-life.html"&gt;http://www.taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/12/transvestite-spends-her-entire-life.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I'm in the middle of this sexy dialogue and Jake comes out with,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Baby doll, if you don't stop staring at me like I'm your next meal I won't be responsible for another torn gown."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Baby doll? Where the heck did that come? From Vin Diesel. Now has he ever called a girlfriend baby doll? I don't know, but there you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I debated about changing it. Would some women find it offensive? Or would they find it charming and cute? I did - especially if Vin Diesel whispered it to me - which in a way he did. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On one level I do find it an odd endearment. But on another level I kind of like it. I remember when I was 19 or so (gulp, almost 30 years ago) a hunky male who was over 6'5" said to me (I'm 5'10") "Baby doll - (okay I really forget the rest of what he said to me but I do remember the endearment). And okay I was wearing a T-shirt dress, high heels with yes, ruffled baby doll type socks - HEY - it was the earlier 80's people! So for a girl who was called the Jolly Green Giant for most of her formative years the term of endearment really stuck with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'm keeping it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you have a favorite term of endearment or pet name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8201105031047253127?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8201105031047253127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8201105031047253127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8201105031047253127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8201105031047253127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-doll-and-other-terms-of-endearment.html' title='Baby doll and other terms of endearment....'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJePmpMj7bc/TxYUi9VsvdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/xdVNRysWejE/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-5932536790357498338</id><published>2012-01-15T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:03:00.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>"Better do a good deed near at home than go far away to burn incense." Amelia Earhart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18b5v0m-X1k/TxLbG666X9I/AAAAAAAAAio/a0zJjqdbm8E/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18b5v0m-X1k/TxLbG666X9I/AAAAAAAAAio/a0zJjqdbm8E/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(from Wikipedia) Amelia Mary Earhart&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(July 24, 1897–disappeared 1937) was a noted American&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aviation" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Aviation"&gt;aviation&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;pioneer and author.&amp;nbsp;Earhart was the first woman to receive the U.S.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Distinguished_Flying_Cross_(United_States)" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Distinguished Flying Cross (United States)"&gt;Distinguished Flying Cross&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;awarded for becoming the first&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aviator" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; line-height: 19px; text-decoration: none;" title="Aviator"&gt;aviatrix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;For me, just her name conjures up images of adventure, guts, and glory. Here are some great quotes from Amelia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"Never interrupt someone doing what you said couldn't be done." Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"The woman who can create her own job is the woman who will win fame and fortune." Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Women, like men, should try to do the impossible. And when they fail, their failure should be a challenge to others." Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls." Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #101f42; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #101f42; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;"The most effective way to do it, is to do it." Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #101f42; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #101f42; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Which is your favorite?&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/3206356204057233607-5932536790357498338?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5932536790357498338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=5932536790357498338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5932536790357498338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5932536790357498338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/better-do-good-deed-near-at-home-than.html' title='&quot;Better do a good deed near at home than go far away to burn incense.&quot; Amelia Earhart'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18b5v0m-X1k/TxLbG666X9I/AAAAAAAAAio/a0zJjqdbm8E/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-2944096293335093002</id><published>2012-01-11T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:17:30.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love By Design'/><title type='text'>Love on the Bookshelf reviews Love By Design!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://loveonthebookshelf.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love by Design was reviewed by Love on the Bookshelf! They rated it a 'Totally worth it' Re-read. See more below and visit the site to see other reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveonthebookshelf.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://loveonthebookshelf.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review: Love by Design&lt;br /&gt;Posted on January 11, 2012 by Scarlett Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love by Design by Liz Matis&lt;br /&gt;In Love by Design, Liz Matis tells the story of former party-girl turned successful interior designer Victoria Bryce. As the co-host of a design show (think Trading Spaces), she’s in need of a new partner… apparently on camera and off. Enter “saucy Aussie” Russ Rowland and the sparks are flying. But Victoria and Russ have both their egos and their pasts to get past in order for something like this to work. Before you know it, this sizzling pair have a laundry list of reasons not to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may find yourself rolling your eyes at their transparent resistance from time to time, Matis’s characterizations never fail to be realistic. Don’t we all make excuses for ourselves not to do something we know is good for us from time to time? And given how much is at stake for these two, especially the stripper scandal (you’ll see), it’s no small wonder that they’ve got to think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with all that chemistry Matis flawlessly cooks up between them, yikes! There are some truly spicy scenes in here that won’t leave you doubting the perfect pairing of these troubled characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three R’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: XX. There’s a LOT of reference to a certain, ahem, member of sizable length. Not that this is a problem, it just makes this book unsuitable for young’uns. Oh, and there’s the smokin’ hot sex, too. Don’t hold this book too tight–you’ll burn your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendation: Read this one if you need some warming up this winter. No joke. It’s also the perfect just-before-bedtime reading, if you’d like some nice, sultry dreams. If you’ve got some friends who like a good down-and-dirty love story, share it. Or, at least, recommend they buy their own copy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-Read: Totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo-hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-2944096293335093002?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2944096293335093002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=2944096293335093002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2944096293335093002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2944096293335093002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-on-bookshelf-reviews-love-by.html' title='Love on the Bookshelf reviews Love By Design!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6192471121927267620</id><published>2012-01-08T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:01:01.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday  1/8/12</title><content type='html'>Six from Love By Design - the Sex and the City meets HGTV romp. A reader said it was so hot she might start ovulating again!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Russ turned his head to see a tall, thin man, with a shock of silver hair that had to come from a bottle race to Victoria. Dressed in white leather pants even though it was eighty-five degrees out, a bright yellow t-shirt, his squeal of ‘Victoria’ nearly shattered Russ’ eardrums. So this was the famous Neil come to reclaim his co-hosting job. Sure he’d seen clips but none of them had Victoria wrapping herself around him in a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;     He shouldn’t be jealous—Neil was gay but he was Victoria’s best friend, and while he knew how to win over a female’s BFF’s opinion, he never had to win the approval of a male friend of a woman. Russ didn’t know if the same charm tactics would work — hell, he wasn’t about to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6192471121927267620?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6192471121927267620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6192471121927267620' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6192471121927267620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6192471121927267620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/six-sentence-sunday-1812.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday  1/8/12'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6447588103687481828</id><published>2012-01-04T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:32:19.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>"For most of history, Anonymous was a woman."  Virginia Woolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJU63768tfw/TwTf3MSUCRI/AAAAAAAAAig/qpweVvvYtyU/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" width="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJU63768tfw/TwTf3MSUCRI/AAAAAAAAAig/qpweVvvYtyU/s320/images-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I blogged in my Famous Women Quotes series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline Virginia Woolf (pronounced /ˈwʊlf/; 25 January 1882 – 28 March 1941) was an English author, essayist, publisher, and writer of short stories, regarded as one of the foremost modernist literary figures of the twentieth century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in. Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women? Virginia Woolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6447588103687481828?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6447588103687481828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6447588103687481828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6447588103687481828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6447588103687481828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-most-of-history-anonymous-was-woman.html' title='&quot;For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.&quot;  Virginia Woolf'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJU63768tfw/TwTf3MSUCRI/AAAAAAAAAig/qpweVvvYtyU/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8042107355469273514</id><published>2012-01-01T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:30:40.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>...Ring out the false, ring in the true - Alfred, Lord Tennyson</title><content type='html'>Happy 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for New Years resolutions but I'm all for goal setting. Here is an interesting study from Harvard Business School... (from lifemastery.com)&lt;br /&gt;- Only three percent of the graduates had written goals and plans; 13 percent had goals, but they were not in writing; and a whopping 84 percent had no specific goals at all.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later, the members of the class were interviewed again, and the findings, while somewhat predictable, were nonetheless astonishing. The 13 percent of the class who had goals were earning, on average, twice as much as the 84 percent who had no goals at all. And what about the three percent who had clear, written goals? They were earning, on average, ten times as much as the other 97 percent put together. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my goals for the coming year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete and publish the novella: Going For It&lt;br /&gt;Complete: Real Men Don't Drink Appletinis for the Martini Madness anthology I've been invited to  be a part of&lt;br /&gt;Complete: 470 Bodies ( a short story in the Horror genre - I know so out of my ballpark - but it must be written )&lt;br /&gt;Complete and publish the novella: Eight Ball Lover&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So there it is: Ready, Get Set, Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day."&lt;br /&gt;Edith Lovejoy Pierce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8042107355469273514?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8042107355469273514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8042107355469273514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8042107355469273514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8042107355469273514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/ring-out-false-ring-in-true-alfred-lord.html' title='...Ring out the false, ring in the true - Alfred, Lord Tennyson'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8338949081815229668</id><published>2011-12-23T15:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:31:35.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. - opening lines to The Gift of the Magi by O'Henry</title><content type='html'>The Gift of the Magi by O'Henry is one of my favorite Christmas stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful story that teaches a lesson in gift-giving and sacrifice. The newly married couple desperately want to give each other a secret Christmas gift that each sells the one thing they hold most dear. Della sells her hair in order to buy Jim a fob chain for his watch and he sells his watch to buy Della a set of combs for her beautiful hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the the end scene from the film I watched when I was just a girl. Hmmm, no wonder I'm a romance writer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JbveS6avZC0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the short story you can copy the link below into you web browser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.online-literature.com/o_henry/1014/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember as O'Henry writes... two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house  But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8338949081815229668?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8338949081815229668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8338949081815229668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8338949081815229668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8338949081815229668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-dollar-and-eighty-seven-cents-that.html' title='One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. - opening lines to The Gift of the Magi by O&apos;Henry'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JbveS6avZC0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7846863053506864592</id><published>2011-12-21T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:43:18.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing For Keeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>In Liz Matis' latest PLAYING FOR KEEPS you will get a wildly sexy romance with depth and laughs. - Book Junkie</title><content type='html'>I've received the first review for Playing For Keeps from a book review website - called Book Junkie. I'm THRILLED beyond words - which is why I capitalized the word THRILLED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n Liz Matis' latest from Little Hondo Press, PLAYING FOR KEEPS you will get a wildly sexy romance with depth and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need for change and a breath of fresh air is just what Sam Jameson needs in her life. As a journalist, just coming back from Iraq and a horrible experience she is looking hard for the next story, one that will take her mind of the trauma of what really happened in the middle east. Not to mention her PTSD, which she so happens to not be dealing too well with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do next. Well writing a few exposé's on a few rough and touch football players seem right up her ally. After all Sam is just one of the guys, and after Iraq she feels this is exactly what she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comes sexy football player Ryan, who just so happens to have been the star player in Sam's college girl fantasies. It doesn't help that he is now flirting with her and that really makes Sam out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really fun read, the personalities of each of the main characters really shine bright in this romance making you fall in love with them, flaws and all. After all I think that is what makes a story so great, is seeing that your beloved characters seem so real and human as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a strong supporting cast and a promised sequel this is a warm hearting and sexy romance that will surely heat up your cold winter nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A page turner, bring on the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the website if you want to check out reviews for other books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myfoolishwisdom.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my awesome news for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7846863053506864592?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7846863053506864592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7846863053506864592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7846863053506864592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7846863053506864592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-liz-matis-latest-playing-for-keeps.html' title='In Liz Matis&apos; latest PLAYING FOR KEEPS you will get a wildly sexy romance with depth and laughs. - Book Junkie'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6420599479581021918</id><published>2011-12-07T00:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:24:44.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>A transvestite spends her entire life trying to look as feminine as possible and I have clearly spent mine celebrating my masculinity. Vin Diesel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByNHMAE-93c/Tt7IHn-Pv8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/o5FLUxvBgmk/s1600/Vin-Diesel-Wallpapers-Latest-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByNHMAE-93c/Tt7IHn-Pv8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/o5FLUxvBgmk/s320/Vin-Diesel-Wallpapers-Latest-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vin Diesel is my celebrity inspiration for Jake Miller my hero in Going For It, my work in progress. Jake is a running back with the NY Cougars - he's got a deep sexy voice like Vin and has that whole 'rough around the edges' thing going but he can also be silly (did you see The Pacifer). When I'm writing I'm picturing Vin as the actor in the movie version of my book. And boy does it ever help!&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/-1HT-Hj-TVoU/Tt7LWXHiCWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5PAyeAyFIz4/s1600/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" width="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HT-Hj-TVoU/Tt7LWXHiCWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5PAyeAyFIz4/s320/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this picture I'm guessing a shower scene? &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I love my my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you'll have to wait until April of 2012 to read it. But you can check out the steamy shower scene in Playing For Keeps with Ryan and Samantha (and Jake and Hannah make guest appearances - um, but not in the shower - it's not that kind of book - lol) - just click on the book cover above and it will take you to the Amazon website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6420599479581021918?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6420599479581021918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6420599479581021918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6420599479581021918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6420599479581021918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/12/transvestite-spends-her-entire-life.html' title='A transvestite spends her entire life trying to look as feminine as possible and I have clearly spent mine celebrating my masculinity. Vin Diesel'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByNHMAE-93c/Tt7IHn-Pv8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/o5FLUxvBgmk/s72-c/Vin-Diesel-Wallpapers-Latest-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8236469313505687187</id><published>2011-12-05T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:45:25.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Using celebrity inspiration to create your heroes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wX5vv276YQ0/Tt1Sp12bUxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ztmjvT9rL5A/s1600/Josh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="141" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wX5vv276YQ0/Tt1Sp12bUxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ztmjvT9rL5A/s320/Josh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When creating characters, especially my heroes, I find it helpful to select a celebrity who has the same look and attitude of the man I want to create. Sometimes it's a little like being Dr. Frankenstein. For instance Josh Holloway is the inspiration for Russ Rowland in Love By Design - looks are pretty much the same except I gave Russ 'outback sunset eyes' because he is an Aussie. His attitude is Sawyer from Lost, the character Josh Holloway played. When I was writing I would just picture him in my mind and his lines of dialogue would be right on the money - had me actually sighing in places - and giggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For creating my hero in Playing For Keeps, Ryan Terell, my main influence was Kevin Nash, a former WWE wrestler (even though Ryan is a football player). Totally arrogant on the outside, he fit the bill perfectly but on the inside? he is more like Dree Brees from the New Orleans Saints. Here is Kevin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQB7aE1rEmo/Tt1ULyBl5UI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3LXUfrrhG5Q/s1600/Ryan%2B-%2BPlaying%2BFor%2BKeeps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQB7aE1rEmo/Tt1ULyBl5UI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3LXUfrrhG5Q/s320/Ryan%2B-%2BPlaying%2BFor%2BKeeps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Wednesday I'll post a picture of my celebrity inspiration for my current work in progress, Going For It. Meanwhile, if you're a writer - what's your process for creating your hero?&lt;br /&gt;If you're a reader what celebrity would you like to see in a romance novel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8236469313505687187?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8236469313505687187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8236469313505687187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8236469313505687187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8236469313505687187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/12/using-celebrity-inspiration-to-create.html' title='Using celebrity inspiration to create your heroes....'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wX5vv276YQ0/Tt1Sp12bUxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ztmjvT9rL5A/s72-c/Josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7508768435403396124</id><published>2011-12-04T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:01:01.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love By Design'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday 12/4/11</title><content type='html'>Since last weeks snippet was such a success I will continue a little later in this scene. Victoria has just finished off Russ by licking off ALL the chocolate she painted on his body. While he recovers she begins drawing on herself with whipped cream - then she draws an arrow from her breasts down to her - well you know... and this is Russ' reaction.&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/-nyRxqidlqjM/Tto48bN_5iI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5xhX5RQ1dMs/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" width="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyRxqidlqjM/Tto48bN_5iI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5xhX5RQ1dMs/s320/Unknown.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;b&gt;omething inside Russ snapped. All the energy she zapped from his body returned like a bolt of lightning waking Frankenstein from the dead and his thoughts just as carnal and primitive as when the monster saw his bride. Picking her up, he threw her onto the bed.  The line of whipped cream beckoned his tongue. “I don’t need any damn directions.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7508768435403396124?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7508768435403396124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7508768435403396124' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7508768435403396124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7508768435403396124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/12/six-sentence-sunday-12411.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday 12/4/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyRxqidlqjM/Tto48bN_5iI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5xhX5RQ1dMs/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-9136675487452240305</id><published>2011-11-27T00:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:01:00.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love By Design'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 11/27/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4wDDhWK-Kg/TtD4mBk6yXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YARENQcmN1w/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" width="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4wDDhWK-Kg/TtD4mBk6yXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YARENQcmN1w/s320/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six from Love By Design - (Victoria and Russ - reality make-over decorating show)&lt;br /&gt;In this scene Victoria has just finished painting designs on Russ' body with Godiva melted chocolate. When she was finished she moved back and examined her work—his body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She took out the paintbrush that had been clenched between her teeth and said, “I might have a new career.”&lt;br /&gt;“As a torturer?”&lt;br /&gt;“Body paint artist.” Her feline smile clued him into what was going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;Little flicks of her tongue skittered across his skin as she lapped off the chocolate as if she were a kitten given a bowl of cream. Didn’t she realize she was toying with a tiger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-9136675487452240305?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/9136675487452240305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=9136675487452240305' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/9136675487452240305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/9136675487452240305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/11/six-sentence-sunday-112711.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 11/27/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4wDDhWK-Kg/TtD4mBk6yXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YARENQcmN1w/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-5095504965031306318</id><published>2011-11-22T07:28:00.060-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:10:47.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Plot Devices to Get Alex O'Loughlin to Shed the Shirt (Hawaii Five-O)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebbluouRWx8/TsuQn-0-7lI/AAAAAAAAAgE/96917SO9LUM/s1600/tumblr_lcove8yDSs1qcbuk8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebbluouRWx8/TsuQn-0-7lI/AAAAAAAAAgE/96917SO9LUM/s320/tumblr_lcove8yDSs1qcbuk8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex O'Loughlin plays Steve McGarrett on the re-make of Hawaii Five-O. I was so happy when he got this series because I missed watching him in Moonlight where he played vampire Mick St. John.( I would like to point out here that he's a lot like my hero Russ in Love By Design - he's HOT, Australian, and has ADHD ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm enjoying Hawaii Five-O - however Alex could lose the shirt a little more often. Oh sure they try to work it in but us ladies want more! So I've come up with the Top 10 Plot Devices to Get Alex O'Loughlin to Shed the Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex plays Steve McGarrett so he will be referred to as Steve in the Top 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Steve goes undercover at a male strip joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  A waitress spills a tray full of drinks on him. (I guest star as the sassy waitress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. They are investigating a crime scene at the beach, a woman is drowning and Steve being the former Navy Seal rushes in to save her. (I guest star as the drowning woman.) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Mouth to mouth ensues.&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. That darn global warming causes a heat wave to hit Hawaii. Off goes his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Steve must dive to a wreck at the bottom of the ocean to uncover evidence (I guest star as a mermaid?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Steve and Dano bet who could beat who in a one-on-one basketball game. Off goes Steve's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A bullet grazes his shoulder and it needs to be stitched up. (I guest star as the naughty nurse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Steve is chasing the bad guys by a volcano – a spark from the lava hits his shirt and he has to take it off before it catches on fire – sweat begins to….oh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Camera pans to his bedroom – he’s sleeping and wakes upon hearing a noise. He gets up to investigate. (I guest star as the woman in his bed? – no more likely the stalker who broke in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one plot device to get Alex O'Loughlin's to shed the shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ummm…do we really need a reason? Just take it off, McGarrett. No female will notice if it doesn’t advance the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. And for the good of my fellow woman if Hawaii Five-O wants to use any of these plot devices I won't ask for royalities - though I'm totally serious about being a guest star - I would have to bring the husband I suppose - AWKWARD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-5095504965031306318?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5095504965031306318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=5095504965031306318' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5095504965031306318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5095504965031306318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/11/top-10-plot-devices-to-get-alex.html' title='Top 10 Plot Devices to Get Alex O&apos;Loughlin to Shed the Shirt (Hawaii Five-O)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebbluouRWx8/TsuQn-0-7lI/AAAAAAAAAgE/96917SO9LUM/s72-c/tumblr_lcove8yDSs1qcbuk8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1986157620645115577</id><published>2011-11-15T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:13:49.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment.  When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute.  ~Author Unknown</title><content type='html'>I've talked before writing from a man's POV versus a woman's POV. The example below happened on Facebook last night and illustrates the way men really think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so last night I posted a couple of sentences from my work in progress Going For It - here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake tried pretending she didn't exist - that her loveliness was a figment of his imagination but her soft moans along with her fevered pitched screams of her calling his name haunted his dreams. Hannah was so right - he did dream of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply passionate - don't you think? Yeah, only a male friend/co-worker posted his hilarious take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Carmen's version: The Patriots could pretend the Jets didn't exist - that Sanchez's loud moans after getting sacked so many times along with Rex Ryan's fevered pitched screams of the referees calling "Patriots touchdown" haunted his dreams. Carmen was so right - the Jets suck :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men -are so simple - no wonder they don't understand us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1986157620645115577?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1986157620645115577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1986157620645115577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1986157620645115577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1986157620645115577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-man-talks-dirty-to-woman-its.html' title='When a man talks dirty to a woman, it&apos;s sexual harassment.  When a woman talks dirty to a man, it&apos;s $3.95 a minute.  ~Author Unknown'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-597746880393394645</id><published>2011-11-13T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:01:47.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 11/13/11</title><content type='html'>My newest recent, Playing For Keeps, reached #7 on one of the Amazon Bestseller lists! Here is end of the first kiss scene. &lt;br /&gt;Playing For Keeps is about a woman sportswriter and a professional football player. The scene takes place inside a stuck elevator. After playing a couple of rounds of Go Fish (a card game) – one thing leads to another – and they are kissing – and then… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ryan, we’re going down.”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re going down?” he asked dazed.&lt;br /&gt;She pounded on his chest. “No, you idiot!” &lt;br /&gt;The realization of what she meant hit him like a bucket of cold Gatorade. He immediately released her and stepped to the far side of the elevator shaking his head. “And we spent the last hour playing Go Fish.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-597746880393394645?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/597746880393394645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=597746880393394645' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/597746880393394645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/597746880393394645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/11/six-sentence-sunday-111311.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 11/13/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-193257344642338453</id><published>2011-11-07T16:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:35:43.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love By Design'/><title type='text'>Love of beauty and the desire to create it is a primal instinct of man. Eleanor McMillen Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaZn3W1mBk/TrhWsLDYD6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/oksXSfDV6GU/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaZn3W1mBk/TrhWsLDYD6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/oksXSfDV6GU/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672379047554322338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of Victoria's (my heroine from Love By Design) inspirations to become an interior designer is Eleanor McMillen Brown. Another pioneer in interior design she started her career in 1924 and started one of those most influential companies in design. She combined a sense of elegance along with business savvy.  Here are some great quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get it right the first time there's no need for change.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor McMillen Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To develop in taste, quality, and personality one is obliged to respect the past, accept the present, and look with enthusiasm toward the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For without the private world of retreat man becomes virtually an unbalanced creature.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor McMillen Brown, Creating a Beautiful Home by Alexandra Stoddard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every room needs a touch of yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor McMillen Brown, Creating a Beautiful Home by Alexandra Stoddard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are often inclined to think of art in terms of pure decoration rather than as a vital part of our everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor McMillen Brown, Creating a Beautiful Home by Alexandra Stoddard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-193257344642338453?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/193257344642338453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=193257344642338453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/193257344642338453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/193257344642338453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-of-beauty-and-desire-to-create-it.html' title='Love of beauty and the desire to create it is a primal instinct of man. Eleanor McMillen Brown'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaZn3W1mBk/TrhWsLDYD6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/oksXSfDV6GU/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3423713444949653190</id><published>2011-11-03T07:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:29:32.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love By Design - Book Trailer</title><content type='html'>I had lots of fun making the book trailer for Love By Design. I hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/piWeqsUQnfo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3423713444949653190?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3423713444949653190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3423713444949653190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3423713444949653190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3423713444949653190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-by-design-book-trailer_03.html' title='Love By Design - Book Trailer'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/piWeqsUQnfo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7056298446052119961</id><published>2011-10-30T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:01:01.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 10/30/11</title><content type='html'>Last SSS for now on Love By Design since Playing For Keeps will come out next week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setup: With the cameras rolling Russ has just smack Victoria with the pillow she made him sew and she grabs a bolster pillow and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Victoria ran after him through the hallway and out the front door, the cameraman right behind her.  Russ stopped on the lawn and turned to face her with his hands up in mock surrender since at some point the he must have flung his pillow away.&lt;br /&gt;     “Where did you get that?” He pointed to her fluffy weapon.&lt;br /&gt;      “I made it earlier.” They were now dancing like two boxers in a ring. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7056298446052119961?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7056298446052119961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7056298446052119961' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7056298446052119961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7056298446052119961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/six-sentence-sunday-103011.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 10/30/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1944561440080990679</id><published>2011-10-22T16:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:26:16.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is just as disastrous to have the wrong accessories in your room as it is to wear sport shoes with an evening dress. Dorothy Draper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhRDVQyFCBc/TqMkzSL-BJI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XtGFb4A6rhc/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhRDVQyFCBc/TqMkzSL-BJI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XtGFb4A6rhc/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666413219636184210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my character Victoria Bryce in Love By Design, Dorothy Draper was born into a wealthy family. Though for Dorothy her decision to open the first interior design business in the US was a bit shocking. It was 1923 and she revolutionized the concept of design.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes from Victoria's inspiration - Dorothy Draper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in doing the thing you feel is right. If it looks right, it is right.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Draper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look back, except for an occasional glance, look ahead and plan for the future. Success is not built on past laurels, but rather on a continuous activity. Keep busy searching out new ideas and, experimentally, keep ahead of the times, or at least up with them. Dorothy Draper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[there] seems to be within all of us an innate yearning to be lifted momentarily out of our own lives into the realm of charm and make believe. Dorothy Draper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think out a problem as clearly as possible, and then act on it. My theory has always been to get started. The moment I get an idea I act upon it. If only people would act on more of their ideas, I am convinced they would lead more interesting lives.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Draper, Christian Science Monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[on marketing using interior design] You don't sell a commodity, you sell joy, gaiety, excitement. You aim at people's hearts, not their minds.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Draper, Detroit News&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1944561440080990679?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1944561440080990679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1944561440080990679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1944561440080990679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1944561440080990679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-is-just-as-disastrous-to-have-wrong.html' title='It is just as disastrous to have the wrong accessories in your room as it is to wear sport shoes with an evening dress. Dorothy Draper'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhRDVQyFCBc/TqMkzSL-BJI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XtGFb4A6rhc/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8399943916721156874</id><published>2011-10-16T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:01:00.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 10/16/11</title><content type='html'>Another six from Love By Design - that is out now in all your favorite ebook formats!  As part of the show Victoria is going to teach Russ how to sew a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     With the cameras rolling, Russ eyed the sewing machine skeptically while rubbing the stubble on his chin. “I don’t know, Victoria.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Just think of it as just another power tool.”&lt;br /&gt;     “A power tool?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Yes, like that jiggy thing,” she said, waving her hand toward Wood Working World.&lt;br /&gt;     “You mean the jigsaw?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8399943916721156874?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8399943916721156874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8399943916721156874' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8399943916721156874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8399943916721156874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/six-sentence-sunday-101611.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 10/16/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1602128167381395437</id><published>2011-10-12T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T17:08:34.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity."  Gilda Radner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYpIRESbDBM/TpYBGhYqi5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/J0in3sHu6UY/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYpIRESbDBM/TpYBGhYqi5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/J0in3sHu6UY/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662714793017641874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilda Radner remains one of my favorites from Saturday Night Live &lt;br /&gt;Here some are serious quotes from the very funny Gilda Radner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Gilda Radner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness.  Gilda Radner&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;“It's such an act of optimism to get through a day and enjoy it and laugh and do all that without thinking about death. What spirit human beings have!” Gilda Radner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some funny ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I base my fashion taste on what doesn't itch. &lt;br /&gt;Gilda Radner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they're the first to be rescued off sinking ships. &lt;br /&gt;Gilda Radner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full I can't hear. &lt;br /&gt;Gilda Radner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1602128167381395437?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1602128167381395437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1602128167381395437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1602128167381395437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1602128167381395437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-can-always-be-distracted-by-love-but.html' title='&quot;I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity.&quot;  Gilda Radner'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYpIRESbDBM/TpYBGhYqi5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/J0in3sHu6UY/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1390206098803922236</id><published>2011-10-11T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:49:12.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love By Design - Available for Kindle, Nook, Sony, IPad, Ect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtc6WrU2k_o/TpRW9qGnIpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/K_3qoL_IDh4/s1600/LizMatis_LovebyDesign_800px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtc6WrU2k_o/TpRW9qGnIpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/K_3qoL_IDh4/s320/LizMatis_LovebyDesign_800px.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662246248785584786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot prime time TV show, Design Intervention, starts the second season with its own surprise makeover. Interior designer Victoria Bryce must break in her temporary co-host, Aussie Russ Rowland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria, former socialite wild child hopes the reality show will give her the clout to launch her own design line without her family connections. Russ, former bad boy Australian TV star is using the show to launch his acting career in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks fly on camera as they argue over paint colors and measurement mishaps leading to passions igniting behind the scenes. But when their pasts collide with the present will the foundation they built withstand the final reveal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1390206098803922236?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1390206098803922236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1390206098803922236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1390206098803922236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1390206098803922236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-by-design-available-for-kindle.html' title='Love By Design - Available for Kindle, Nook, Sony, IPad, Ect'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtc6WrU2k_o/TpRW9qGnIpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/K_3qoL_IDh4/s72-c/LizMatis_LovebyDesign_800px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1600846732780951259</id><published>2011-10-09T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:01:00.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 10/09/11</title><content type='html'>From Love By Design - Release date for Kindle and Nook    - TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Russ never liked it when women trekked to the bathroom together. It meant trouble. And not the good, fantasy type of trouble. At least she couldn’t accuse him of eavesdropping again. The door whipped open. Startled, even though he knocked, he took a step back from where he was lounging against the doorframe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1600846732780951259?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1600846732780951259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1600846732780951259' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1600846732780951259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1600846732780951259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/six-sentence-sunday-100911.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 10/09/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-5273608159324977851</id><published>2011-10-04T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:01:01.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.  Roseanne Barr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zR5gkQXM4oA/Toi-355L1lI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Y7ep_vepSXU/s1600/images-1%2B20-20-08.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zR5gkQXM4oA/Toi-355L1lI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Y7ep_vepSXU/s320/images-1%2B20-20-08.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658982799433782866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to all of these quotes! How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quickest way to a man's heart is through his chest. &lt;br /&gt;Roseanne Barr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women complain about PMS, but I think of it as the only time of the month when I can be myself. &lt;br /&gt;Roseanne Barr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on.&lt;br /&gt;Roseanne Barr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to be fat. So you're fat. Just be fat and shut up about it. &lt;br /&gt;Roseanne Barr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call myself a 'domestic goddess. &lt;br /&gt;Roseanne Barr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-5273608159324977851?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5273608159324977851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=5273608159324977851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5273608159324977851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5273608159324977851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/thing-women-have-yet-to-learn-is-nobody.html' title='The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.  Roseanne Barr'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zR5gkQXM4oA/Toi-355L1lI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Y7ep_vepSXU/s72-c/images-1%2B20-20-08.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6362996258159228379</id><published>2011-10-02T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T00:01:02.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 10/02/11</title><content type='html'>Six more from Love By Design - to be released by the end of the month!!!  Victoria is acting like she is mad at Russ for the benefit of the camera crew to throw them off that she and Russ are lovers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Well, if you had built it right in the first place, we wouldn’t all be standing around waiting for you to correct it.”&lt;br /&gt;     His eyes narrowed in that sexy way of his. “Me?” He stalked over to where she stood as the crew pretended to look away. “I was only following your plans.”&lt;br /&gt;     "Measure twice and cut once."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6362996258159228379?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6362996258159228379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6362996258159228379' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6362996258159228379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6362996258159228379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/six-sentence-sunday-100211.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 10/02/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-649810182771657709</id><published>2011-09-29T21:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:42:27.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woodstock Film Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Book or Film? Woodstock Film Festival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaWzimE4wCc/ToUbZ_mEuwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ETWHlAGqTMg/s1600/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaWzimE4wCc/ToUbZ_mEuwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ETWHlAGqTMg/s320/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657958640242703106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kfO93HOKac/ToUZGsEkrYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1o1rv1eIW70/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kfO93HOKac/ToUZGsEkrYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1o1rv1eIW70/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657956109561146754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Actor’s Dialogue Panel my sister and I hit the stores. Lot’s of nice items to browse but I was good. Then we sat at an outdoor café and enjoyed a lovely lunch. (side note: Why are there no ice cream shops in Woodstock?)  We attended the screening of East Fifth Bliss with Michael C Hall and Peter Fonda.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the movie synopsis: Michael C. Hall is Morris Bliss in this coming-of-age tale of a 35-year-old with a wicked case of inertia. Bliss still lives at home with his father, mourns the death of his mother and just can’t seem to find a way out. When he stumbles into an awkward relationship with the sexually precocious, 18-year-old daughter of a former high school classmate, Morris quickly discovers his static life comically unraveling and opening up in ways that are long overdue. &lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the film – I give it 3 stars.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUoNJ3z3sS8/ToUZRFaKKYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0IaF-P4P4bE/s1600/thumbnail-2.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUoNJ3z3sS8/ToUZRFaKKYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0IaF-P4P4bE/s320/thumbnail-2.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657956288161261954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have the director Michael Knowles there at the end to answer questions. And I had one – a big one – you see the movie shows Hall sleeping with all his clothes on at the beginning of the film – the 18 year even mentions it – as the movie moves along – each night Bliss removes one more article of clothing until he is sleeping naked. &lt;br /&gt;So while I get this shows the character opening up - I wanted to know why is he sleeping in his clothes in the first place – so I posed this question to the director.&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Can you talk a little about the symbolism of why he was shedding clothes.”&lt;br /&gt;Director – Michael Knowles (I’m paraphrasing here) he says basically what I thought but adds that in the book when at the age of 14, Bliss’s  is woken up to rush to the hospital – his mother his dying – he stops to dress and by the time he gets there his mother has died and he doesn’t get to say good-bye &lt;br /&gt; Yeah – that’s big. &lt;br /&gt;And there lies the problem of book to film.&lt;br /&gt;The director went onto say that they didn’t use the scene because it was too dark and they wanted to keep the feel of the quirky comedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did he select this book? He was at a cigar bar in the East Village and a DVD of one of his films was being sold there and so was the book East Fifth Bliss by Douglas Light - and the author and filmmaker agreed on a trade! Then they spent the next (I think he said 2 years) writing the screenplay together. Cool story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-649810182771657709?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/649810182771657709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=649810182771657709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/649810182771657709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/649810182771657709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-or-film-woodstock-film-festival.html' title='Book or Film? Woodstock Film Festival.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaWzimE4wCc/ToUbZ_mEuwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ETWHlAGqTMg/s72-c/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-5976509499332703272</id><published>2011-09-26T17:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:16:11.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woodstock Film Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>"Respect your craft." Vincent D'Onodrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMmJR7Wx-5Q/ToI9srda0nI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-ktkd5DibHg/s1600/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMmJR7Wx-5Q/ToI9srda0nI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-ktkd5DibHg/s320/web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657151919720419954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second year I attended The Woodstock Film Festival. I love being around all these independent creative people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister (the actress) and I (the writer) attended the panel called Actors Dialogue. Vincent D’Onodrio from Law and Order: Criminal Intent was this year’s surprise panelist. He also played Edgar, a giant cockroach-like alien who inhabits the body of a farmer in Men In Black. (How he created that character is a story onto itself.)&lt;br /&gt;What can a writer learn from an actor? Here we go…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actor:&lt;/span&gt; Preparation and commitment. He learned his craft before his big break with director Stanly Kubrick. D’Onofrio said that as a young actor he was amazed at the lack of preparation of some of the actors on set, which led to Kubrick firing them and sending them on their way. D’Onofrio was ready and in Full Metal Jacket he created one of those most shocking moments in film – he did it in 3 takes without direction from Kubrick. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Writing:&lt;/span&gt;  How prepared are you? Have you studied your craft? Whether it’s an MBA in English, classes at a conference, or breaking down books in your genre – get prepared and keep on learning and growing. Are you committed to your writing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Actor:&lt;/span&gt; He said Kubrick didn’t see the story as a whole or even in scenes but in 35 mm shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Writer:&lt;/span&gt; Every sentence is important. Look at each line we write and ask how it contributes to the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actor:  &lt;/span&gt;Someone from the audience asked him how he prepares for a role and he said the first thing as actor you have to realize is that its all about Story, Story, Story (he karate chopped the table 3x times for emphasis). As an actor he asks himself how does my character help tell that story.&lt;br /&gt;If you are familiar with Criminal Intent it was his decision to do the slight tilt of the head/bend of the character (it came about when he was questioning a suspect and the actor would only look at the table so he did a have bend until he caught the gaze of the other actor). Those famous pauses? – yeah he was told he couldn’t do that because it created dead air but he held his ground because he believed in his vision of the character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Writing: &lt;/span&gt;It’s these little nuances that make a character memorable. What can you do to make your main character memorable? How does your character(s) help tell your story?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actor:&lt;/span&gt; The best piece of advice he received as a young actor? Take it seriously. He was told he was great – that even when he failed – he was still great – but he needed to respect his craft and stop dangling one foot in – put both feet in and commit to your craft. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Writing:&lt;/span&gt; I’m going to take this one step further – Do you respect YOURSELF as a writer? If you do then you better log off now and get writing.     (that is after you leave me a wonderful comment –lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I’ll talk about the movie screening I attended and the problems of book to film and the director's answer to the question I posed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-5976509499332703272?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5976509499332703272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=5976509499332703272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5976509499332703272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5976509499332703272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/respect-your-craft-vincent-donodrio.html' title='&quot;Respect your craft.&quot; Vincent D&apos;Onodrio'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMmJR7Wx-5Q/ToI9srda0nI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-ktkd5DibHg/s72-c/web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3798365150331302386</id><published>2011-09-25T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:01:01.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 09/25/11</title><content type='html'>six more from Love by Design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not going to fit,” said Victoria in a moment of pure panic.&lt;br /&gt;“Will so,” grunted Russ.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s too big.”&lt;br /&gt;“No such thing.”&lt;br /&gt; “Cut,” yelled Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria tore her gaze away from Russ’s flexing muscles as he tried to maneuver a fifty-two-inch television into a spot she had created for a fifty-one inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be at the Woodstock Film Festival today so I'll check in tonight with all my six sunday peeps! Be sure to check back later in the week for a post about my experience. (Last year I breathed the same air as Keanu Reeves - but I was to shy to go up and have him sign my program)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3798365150331302386?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3798365150331302386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3798365150331302386' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3798365150331302386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3798365150331302386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-sentence-sunday-092511.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 09/25/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7601770085857676418</id><published>2011-09-20T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:02:06.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writers, all the good ones, are Natural Born Liars.  Daniel Keys Moran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOkaYe4gyF4/Tnk3b0CYB8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/wFzxJZUT62g/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOkaYe4gyF4/Tnk3b0CYB8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/wFzxJZUT62g/s200/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654611758104971202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a great article in Woman’s World magazine by Barabra Hustedt Crook titled: Be a Human Lie Detector.&lt;br /&gt;This is great for real life AND in your writing. How does cop know the suspect is lying or the girlfriend know her boyfriend is being shady? Here is what Crook covered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The liar’s lean  - People tend to lean forward rather than away from their audience when they are fibbing. &lt;br /&gt;2) Too much eye contact.  This is a relief to me since I know I’m not an eye contact type of person – and always thought that it made me look guilty – but according to the study a liar has to struggle to maintain the lie their upper body freezes up – they won’t blink as often or shift their eyes only 40% or less of the time.&lt;br /&gt;3) Lip licking/swallowing – when a person lies it causes the body to pump out adrenaline, which dries out the mouth &lt;br /&gt;4) Not using contractions – remember the famous – “I did not have sexual…”  - if only he used the word didn’t instead – lol&lt;br /&gt;5) Nose rubbing – blood rushes to the nose under the stress of lying&lt;br /&gt;6) A lot of detail – they pepper the story with details and try to skip over the details of the main event&lt;br /&gt;7) Changing the Subject &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. I hope you can use this in both your real and fiction worlds!  &lt;br /&gt;Wait let me add one more - #8 - A mother's instinct - we are the original human lie detector - at least of the littlest humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7601770085857676418?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7601770085857676418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7601770085857676418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7601770085857676418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7601770085857676418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/writers-all-good-ones-are-natural-born.html' title='Writers, all the good ones, are Natural Born Liars.  Daniel Keys Moran'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOkaYe4gyF4/Tnk3b0CYB8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/wFzxJZUT62g/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3806184983929295075</id><published>2011-09-18T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:01:01.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 09/18/11</title><content type='html'>Six more from Love By Design - release date late October...   Russ and Victoria just had sex for the first time (in the homeowners living room :) ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Russ wanted to reach out and trace his finger from the top of her spine down to the hollow of her back. Then do the same with his lips. He wasn’t nearly finished exploring the tapestry of Victoria’s skin. He blew out a breath and sat up next to her. “I’m covering for friend at the Thunder Down Under Male Revue.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Please tell me you’re a bartender.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3806184983929295075?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3806184983929295075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3806184983929295075' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3806184983929295075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3806184983929295075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-sentence-sunday-091811.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 09/18/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6297388598692785679</id><published>2011-09-12T18:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:20:10.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>"Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul." St Teresa of Avila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F12twqHn-HU/Tm6DVQjn8aI/AAAAAAAAAbY/A03fn8ma6q0/s1600/220px-Teresa_of_Avila_dsc01644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F12twqHn-HU/Tm6DVQjn8aI/AAAAAAAAAbY/A03fn8ma6q0/s200/220px-Teresa_of_Avila_dsc01644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651598983641428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going old school for my famous women quotes - real, real old school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Teresa of Avila &lt;br /&gt;(1515-1582) born on Mar 28&lt;br /&gt;Spanish "mystic, poet". "She was one of the great mystics and religious women of the Roman Catholic church; author of spiritual classics, e.g., "The Interior Castle," 1575."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only wish I could write with both hands, so as not to forget one thing while I am saying another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is love alone that gives worth to all things”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do not fear Satan half so much as I fear those who fear him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Untilled soil, however fertile it may be, will bear thistles and thorns; and so it is with man's mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice quotes but uh-oh - see where her eyes are looking up at?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6297388598692785679?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6297388598692785679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6297388598692785679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6297388598692785679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6297388598692785679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/accustom-yourself-continually-to-make.html' title='&quot;Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.&quot; St Teresa of Avila'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F12twqHn-HU/Tm6DVQjn8aI/AAAAAAAAAbY/A03fn8ma6q0/s72-c/220px-Teresa_of_Avila_dsc01644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1439431873561936294</id><published>2011-09-11T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:01:03.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"I want pills called September 10. You take one and your mind feels like the 11th never happened." - Doug Coupland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK8qFnyZ1CM/Tmtctt22k7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IxCMvbXXVtE/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK8qFnyZ1CM/Tmtctt22k7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IxCMvbXXVtE/s200/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650712097939952562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture I took of one of the towers during my 8th grade trip to NYC back in 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a moment to say a prayer for those taken from us on September 11, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be a rough day but after a long prayer and some reflection I'm going to do my best to honor life and enjoy my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1439431873561936294?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1439431873561936294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1439431873561936294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1439431873561936294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1439431873561936294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-pills-called-september-10-you.html' title='&quot;I want pills called September 10. You take one and your mind feels like the 11th never happened.&quot; - Doug Coupland'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK8qFnyZ1CM/Tmtctt22k7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IxCMvbXXVtE/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-4881755702384472161</id><published>2011-09-05T14:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:44:50.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What I Did On My Summer Vacation...Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3Kbxt8hTUs/TmUVMRfcoGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LDuJgCT_caI/s1600/P1010272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3Kbxt8hTUs/TmUVMRfcoGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LDuJgCT_caI/s200/P1010272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648944608204071010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I have been going to Pt. Pleasant for many years but only for day trips. Not this year - we rented a house for one glorious week.  It struck me how when we slow down and get to spend a week in one place we notice the little things. Or maybe it’s just the writer in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On Saturday night there were many Jersey type shore people at Martell’s Tiki Bar - you know all the stereotypical people you would expect so I am wondering who are these two guys in their mid-twenties sitting in the back by the water – one is wearing jeans, solid red long-sleeve flannel shirt (remember it’s summer) with suspenders and he has long sideburns – his friend also wearing jeans and a blue plaid shirt – not flannel but long sleeved, mustache and smoking a pipe – yes a pipe. What is their story?! I had to hold myself back from asking then – which isn’t really all that hard considering how shy I am. &lt;br /&gt;     Then there were a group of girls – well women really – one wearing a head band with 2 penises dangling like playboy bunny ears – another holding a very large – like the size of one the prizes you win on the boardwalk – penis and waving it around the dance floor - the others had various penis shaped items – I’m guessing a divorce party?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    On Sunday it was a rain-out but we saw a great family band called the Flying Mueller Brothers (all with long flowing blonde hair)–  from what I gathered the father who had passed had started the band years ago and now one these brothers has one of their son (guessing around 8) playing with them – the kid was amazing.  Of course this had me wondering of the stories this musical family could tell.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Monday - I’ve written a couple of pages of a women’s fiction novel that features the Virgin Mary so when I noticed a flyer for the Blessing of the Waters, celebrating Blessed Mother’s Accession to Heaven – I recognized this as NOT a coincidence and went. The sun peeked out  as mass was held in Jenkins and then we followed the priest the shoreline. He stood on top of the lifeguard chair, gave the blessing, and I waded into the ocean to scoop out a cup of water (now blessed) and then helped get water for a few of the older ladies who were afraid to wade in. It was a lovely experience and nice to feel like one of the locals.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVN7icn0Teo/TmUUcuek9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SuWKaaPZY_I/s1600/P1010269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVN7icn0Teo/TmUUcuek9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SuWKaaPZY_I/s200/P1010269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648943791351330194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday – Seagull ate a crab in front of me – ewwwwwwww – but good to know they can still fend for themselves and not rely solely on the tourists for the litter they leave behind.    &lt;br /&gt;     My sister loves to Karaoke (I do not) so she sang with a nice lady at the bar across from Martell’s.  The next song my sister sang (Dream a Little Dream on Me by the Mama’s &amp; the Papa’s) turned out to be the wedding song for the lady and her husband who my sister sang with! (There really are no coincidences).&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     I didn’t write anything down for Wednesday thru Friday – I just soaked everything in - read, drink and be merry. &lt;br /&gt;     Good thing because this blog entry would’ve been a book…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JPqZyfOO6A/TmUVf_QAUCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hJHrjox7t3Y/s1600/P1010286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JPqZyfOO6A/TmUVf_QAUCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hJHrjox7t3Y/s200/P1010286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648944946904846370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-4881755702384472161?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4881755702384472161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=4881755702384472161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4881755702384472161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4881755702384472161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacationpart-2.html' title='What I Did On My Summer Vacation...Part 2'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3Kbxt8hTUs/TmUVMRfcoGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LDuJgCT_caI/s72-c/P1010272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1324431248992405369</id><published>2011-08-30T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:34:47.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>“We do not write to be understood. We write to understand.” C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>I always enjoy reading Poets and Writers. It’s interesting to see what writings from other genres are doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite article in the Sept/Oct issue is titled The Unreliable Narrator by J.T.  Bushnell.  He writes… ‘you have to know not only who your characters are but also who they pretend to be, not only what they care about but also what they say they care about, not only what ideas they live by but also how those ideas are false……And you have to signal these disparities to the reader without revealing them to the character or straining creditability by making the characters to blind….their unrecognized truth….Understanding my characters’ secrets, illusions, and pretenses lets me see clearly how they’ll act, what they’ll say, how the action of the story challenges them….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bushnell uses the examples of Salinger’s Cather In the Rye and Wolff’s The Mickey Mouse Club to show how the ‘factor of unreliable narration builds a disparity between what characters believe and what is actually the case.” &lt;br /&gt;And lastly – Note From the Editor writes… ‘Whatever you choose to write about today, dig a little deeper and make it matter - to yourself, to all of us.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow I'm off to the beach for some deep thinking....and tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1324431248992405369?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1324431248992405369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1324431248992405369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1324431248992405369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1324431248992405369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-do-not-write-to-be-understood-we.html' title='“We do not write to be understood. 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Lewis'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3206227280098391716</id><published>2011-08-28T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:01:00.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 08/28/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkT7eomMrg/Tllg6kEZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAaY/oaR2fF-J0z0/s1600/LizMatis_LovebyDesign_800px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkT7eomMrg/Tllg6kEZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAaY/oaR2fF-J0z0/s400/LizMatis_LovebyDesign_800px.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645650167116457682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Love By Design... release date - the end of October - but here is the book cover!!!! Please no licking your screen :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the cameras rolling, Russ eyed the sewing machine skeptically while rubbing the stubble on his chin. “I don’t know Victoria.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Just think of it as just another power tool.”&lt;br /&gt;     “A power tool?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Yes, like that jiggy thing.” She waved her hand toward Wood Working World.&lt;br /&gt;     “You mean the jig saw?” &lt;br /&gt;     “Yes, except instead of cutting up something, you stitch two pieces of fabric together.” &lt;br /&gt;     “It’s still sewing. Not that I’m sexist or anything.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Of course not, who would think that?” Victoria rolled her eyes for the camera.  &lt;br /&gt;     He guessed he deserved that. But men didn’t sew; it’s simply not in the male genetic code &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3206227280098391716?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3206227280098391716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3206227280098391716' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3206227280098391716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3206227280098391716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-sentence-sunday-082811_28.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 08/28/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxkT7eomMrg/Tllg6kEZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAaY/oaR2fF-J0z0/s72-c/LizMatis_LovebyDesign_800px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7354440637733643017</id><published>2011-08-24T19:12:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:38:56.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did On My Summer Vacation...Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-wkk4lFFE4/TlWLYT9OCPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/V3uSXLWKabQ/s1600/296665_2347848737250_1281004123_2874717_6649329_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-wkk4lFFE4/TlWLYT9OCPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/V3uSXLWKabQ/s400/296665_2347848737250_1281004123_2874717_6649329_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644570957768952050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRwK9RSrGZU/TlWLYAJChuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/te_SxawUd5o/s1600/293163_2334960975064_1281004123_2857174_6911218_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRwK9RSrGZU/TlWLYAJChuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/te_SxawUd5o/s400/293163_2334960975064_1281004123_2857174_6911218_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644570952449820386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those dreaded compositions you had to do at the beginning of each school year? Wouldn't it have been cool just to hand in your Facebook page with all your status updates? This is what my report would have look like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/12   1 more day of work until 7 days of beach bumming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/13   Is not to be trusted with chocolate...disregard this at your own peril&lt;br /&gt;8/13   some tv guy just ask me if I was a fan of Jersey-lious. Like no&lt;br /&gt;8/13   Is sitting on the beach with my Kindle reading The Tantric Principle by Jennifer Probst&lt;br /&gt;8/13   Only in jersey..an orange lit up palm tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/14   It may be raining but I am still happy...reading State of Wonder by Ann Patchett&lt;br /&gt;8/14   omg...if u r ever in pt pleasant on a Sunday you MUST go see the Flying Mueller Brothers at Jenkins from 2-4. and guess who is here enjoying the band? Capt. Sulley - the guy who landed the plane in Hudson River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/15    Oceanside at the blessing of the waters for the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;8/15    The sun came out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/16    Will be starting Robopocalypse by Daniel H Wilson. I love being on vacation...&lt;br /&gt;8/16    The only tough decision I have to make today is....funnel cake or ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;8/16     ‎2 lifeguards wrestling in the sand :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/17    ‎"so I said Dude she doesn't like you, you're a midget..." (overheard conversation between 2 lifeguards jogging by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/18     reading Pride and Pleasure by Sylvia Day on the beach&lt;br /&gt;8/18     "...my blood is worthless. But I would spill it for you." halfway thru reading Pride and Pleasure...so good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/18     Is reading The Next Queen of Heaven by Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/19     Just inspired by the lifeguard jogging by on the and showing a bit of butt...instead of the Coopertone baby they should have the Coopertone lifeguard - I should be in advertising...lol&lt;br /&gt;8/19     Nothing but blue skies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/20      Vacation was wonderful but miss my husband and my son so its all good to be going home. :)&lt;br /&gt;8/20      Afraid of vacation withdrawals symptoms so I stopped at the Twin Cone on the way home to have what became my daily 3:00 pm ic fix&lt;br /&gt;8/20       My husband gave me a dozen roses as a welcome home gift..gee and all I got him was a chocolate covered pretzel with sprinkles...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff happened but that's why the above is Part 1             &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7354440637733643017?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7354440637733643017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7354440637733643017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7354440637733643017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7354440637733643017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacationpart-1.html' title='What I Did On My Summer Vacation...Part 1'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-wkk4lFFE4/TlWLYT9OCPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/V3uSXLWKabQ/s72-c/296665_2347848737250_1281004123_2874717_6649329_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-4950719574768295452</id><published>2011-08-21T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T00:01:03.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 08/21/11</title><content type='html'> Back from vacation - this is continuing the scene I started on six sentence 8/7....    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Another creak, this time closer, and she saw a figure by the darken archway leading into the living room. She was just about to let out a scream that would rival any made for Halloween movie when she heard the familiar Aussie drawl.&lt;br /&gt;     “I’m home, Cupcake,” he said as he entered the room with his hands up.&lt;br /&gt;     Victoria froze like a statue as if he was a bear she stumbled upon in the woods - or was the rule to drop to the ground, curl into a ball and try not to cry? She was a city girl for crying out loud. What did she know about taming wild animals or wild handsome Aussies? Well, she knew one thing: never stare directly into their eyes,but that is exactly what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-4950719574768295452?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4950719574768295452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=4950719574768295452' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4950719574768295452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4950719574768295452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-sentence-sunday-082111.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 08/21/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7932445512127977407</id><published>2011-08-10T21:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:17:11.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today. Harriet Beecher Stowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrHQ0Bzem9w/TkMxWbG8YfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/aGvsd_ip19I/s1600/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrHQ0Bzem9w/TkMxWbG8YfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/aGvsd_ip19I/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639405419701756402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from Wikipedia) Harriet Beecher Stowe (June 14, 1811 – July 1, 1896) was an American abolitionist and author. Her novel Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852) depicted life for African-Americans under slavery; it reached millions as a novel and play, and became influential in the United States and United Kingdom. It energized anti-slavery forces in the American North, while provoking widespread anger in the South. She wrote more than 20 books, including novels, three travel memoirs, and collections of articles and letters. She was influential both for her writings and her public stands on social issues of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes...&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are discovered rather than made. &lt;br /&gt;Harriet Beecher Stowe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation. &lt;br /&gt;Harriet Beecher Stowe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place. &lt;br /&gt;Harriet Beecher Stowe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. &lt;br /&gt;Harriet Beecher Stowe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed these quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be taking part in 8/14/11 Six Sentence Sunday - I will be a beach bum for the coming week proving Harriet's quote.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Human nature is above all things lazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7932445512127977407?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7932445512127977407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7932445512127977407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7932445512127977407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7932445512127977407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/past-present-and-future-are-really-one.html' title='The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today. Harriet Beecher Stowe'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrHQ0Bzem9w/TkMxWbG8YfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/aGvsd_ip19I/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3137574177913508883</id><published>2011-08-07T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:17:01.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 08/07/11</title><content type='html'>Another six from Love By Design - Here Victoria is alone at the make-over house late at night finishing up the days work when she hears a noise....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Did she remember to check the lock after the last of the crew left? Maybe the house was haunted. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please, please let the house be haunted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Who’s there?” What kind of stupid ass question was that? As if a robber or worse would announce himself. Where was that nail gun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll continued the scene....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3137574177913508883?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3137574177913508883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3137574177913508883' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3137574177913508883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3137574177913508883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-sentence-sunday-080711.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 08/07/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-5008967920314333442</id><published>2011-08-02T19:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:19:43.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t get writer’s block. I have writer’s failure, where I’m working on something and realize it blows.” JJ Abrams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9S-hZDV8kQ/TjiFkpt6GFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8NTJWavc9qg/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9S-hZDV8kQ/TjiFkpt6GFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8NTJWavc9qg/s400/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636401798374365266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a copy of Creative Screenwriter at the Border's Going Out of Business Sale :(     At 40% off I thought I give it a read – not that I ever plan to write a script, but studying other forms of writing can teach valuable lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the article by Adam Stovall on J.J. Abrams (Lost, Super 8, Star Trek)&lt;br /&gt;Abrams talks about ripping off genres or a certain movie lets say Jaws that they are ripping off the wrong thing. He says, “You’re not supposed to rip off the shark! Rip off the characters. Rip off the stuff that matters. Look inside yourself and figure out what matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;And he discusses his reasons for success…you must believe in two things…&lt;br /&gt;“One is that your voice is as valid as anyone else’s. Despite their experiences or title or wealth or fame, what you have to say is just as important. Secondly, if something really interests you and you really believe that there is something powerful and compelling in an idea you have, you’re not alone in that and other people will feel the same way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on my writing?  Well, I'm in the process of going Indie with both Playing For Keeps and Love By Design. While I'm researching my women's fiction story I'm going to write a novella called Annie Get Your Pitchfork which I started years and years ago. Hopefully I do not get writer's block or writer's failure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-5008967920314333442?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5008967920314333442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=5008967920314333442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5008967920314333442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5008967920314333442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-get-writers-block-i-have-writers.html' title='I don’t get writer’s block. I have writer’s failure, where I’m working on something and realize it blows.” JJ Abrams'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9S-hZDV8kQ/TjiFkpt6GFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8NTJWavc9qg/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-4609443549674645680</id><published>2011-07-31T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:01:01.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 07/31/11</title><content type='html'>Love By Design... Russ has just been approached by a groupie. He doesn't say much and the groupie says she likes a man a few words and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Normally Russ would be happy with a woman who valued that trait in a man. He certainly did so in a woman. After pretty and uncomplicated, that is. Victoria was plenty pretty but complicated as a computer manual written in Spanish. And she was opinionated and mouthy like a political radio host.   &lt;br /&gt;     So why wasn’t he throwing on the charm with the lovely lady right in front of him? Because he didn’t need too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-4609443549674645680?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4609443549674645680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=4609443549674645680' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4609443549674645680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4609443549674645680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-sentence-sunday-073111.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 07/31/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8520658468277873193</id><published>2011-07-26T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:01:02.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>Who said -' A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.' ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1k25SAyIKY/TiypolUHEjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7bwHii81d54/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1k25SAyIKY/TiypolUHEjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7bwHii81d54/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633063748609970738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Diller!   I remember Phyllis Diller from Laugh-In, Hollywood Squares, and Dean Martin Roasts, She is one of the world's funniest people and did USO shows with Bob Hope. Here are some great quotes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the first twelve months of our children's lives teaching them to walk and talk and the next twelve telling them to sit down and shut up. Phyllis Diller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buried a lot of my ironing in the back yard.  Phyllis Diller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burt Reynolds once asked me out. I was in his room. &lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Diller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housework can't kill you, but why take a chance? &lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Diller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and at the sound of the bell, simmer down and go about business as usual. &lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Diller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8520658468277873193?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8520658468277873193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8520658468277873193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8520658468277873193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8520658468277873193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-said-smile-is-curve-that-sets.html' title='Who said -&apos; A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.&apos; ?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1k25SAyIKY/TiypolUHEjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7bwHii81d54/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8824521559410084261</id><published>2011-07-24T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:01:02.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 07/24 /11</title><content type='html'>Six more from Love By Design - well actually 4 because I think I cheated last week with 7 - ok - 8 sentences (shhhh!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     God, she was adorable when she was mad. He couldn’t help but kiss her, if only to shut her up.&lt;br /&gt;     He didn’t mean to be so rough when he picked her up but between his own temper and body pumping with desire he forgot she weighed next to nothing. But that didn’t stop the pint-sized vixen from kissing like a six-foot Amazon ready to order him to her lair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8824521559410084261?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8824521559410084261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8824521559410084261' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8824521559410084261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8824521559410084261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-sentence-sunday-0724-11.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 07/24 /11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-108824843432262356</id><published>2011-07-20T07:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T07:07:37.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>“The pen is not just a recording device; it can also be an instrument of discovery.” Billy Collins</title><content type='html'>Here are some random things from Poets &amp; Writers Magazine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a series of interviews with first fiction author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With William Giraldi, author of Busy Monsters:&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes ask me when I chose to be a writer and I say about the same time you chose to be a man, or a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to be a young literary sensation, as so many do. There’s obscene pressure on writers to be the next hot young thing. As if literature were a modeling agency. But let’s be honest. Most hot young things have nothing of value to say, and how could they? They haven’t read enough. It took me twenty-five years of reading and twelve years of practice to produce a book worthy of being in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I am not I great fan of Twitter I found the article by Lauren Cerand How to Use Twitter to Connect with Readers interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Such as…&lt;br /&gt;Having them follow you back is not as important as being in the position to respond to a question or opportunity they might offer their followers. &lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Categorize your tweets using hashtags, which organize topics of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the article called Decisions, Decisions – Three Different Paths To Publication which follows 3 women on their path to publication. Michele Toth’s path got me thinking – here is a graduate of Harvard Business School who has gone the Indie route - so why shouldn’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was in the middle of researching this when I received a request for a full from an on-line publisher of romances – but I’m not holding my breath – while the manuscript has been sent I’m continuing my research so I’ll be ready to go if it’s a no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-108824843432262356?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/108824843432262356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=108824843432262356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/108824843432262356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/108824843432262356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/pen-is-not-just-recording-device-it-can.html' title='“The pen is not just a recording device; it can also be an instrument of discovery.” Billy Collins'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1421720518404136905</id><published>2011-07-17T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:01:05.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 07/17 /11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FizVXr8fag/TiDJDlUkm4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/akz6OwU2IGQ/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FizVXr8fag/TiDJDlUkm4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/akz6OwU2IGQ/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629720597608307586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned previously that Russ was created with Josh Holloway (from LOST) in mind. Russ has the same rough edge and bestows nicknames...in a previous scene he took a piece of cupcake for Victoria's fingertips...anyway this is after the first kiss which you read last week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     His smile mocking but his touch gentle, Russ drew her into his arms. As he bent his head to kiss her again she placed her hand on his chest in a stopping motion, his lips inches from hers. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”&lt;br /&gt;     He straightened and laughed. “That I do. You make a man forget himself.” He opened the door but turned his head before leaving, his golden brown hair flipped with the movement leaving a couple of strands in front of his eyes. A crooked grin appeared on his face. “See you tomorrow, cupcake.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1421720518404136905?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1421720518404136905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1421720518404136905' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1421720518404136905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1421720518404136905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-sentence-sunday-0717-11.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 07/17 /11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FizVXr8fag/TiDJDlUkm4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/akz6OwU2IGQ/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8964130420268585777</id><published>2011-07-12T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:01:06.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage.  Georgia O'Keeffe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb28slGFU1c/ThpLorkTAgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_vlIczurNhE/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb28slGFU1c/ThpLorkTAgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_vlIczurNhE/s400/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627893846614671874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia Totto O'Keeffe (November 15, 1887 – March 6, 1986) carved out a significant place for women painters in an area of the American art community that had been exclusive to and is still dominated by men, but also she had become one of America’s most celebrated cultural icons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes....&lt;br /&gt;I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty. &lt;br /&gt;Georgia O'Keeffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel there is something unexplored about woman that only a woman can explore. &lt;br /&gt;Georgia O'Keeffe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for. &lt;br /&gt;Georgia O'Keeffe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often painted fragments of things because it seemed to make my statement as well as or better than the whole could. &lt;br /&gt;Georgia O'Keeffe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can not be an American by going about saying that one is an American. It is necessary to feel America, like America, love America and then work. &lt;br /&gt;Georgia O'Keeffe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8964130420268585777?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8964130420268585777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8964130420268585777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8964130420268585777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8964130420268585777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-create-ones-world-in-any-of-arts.html' title='To create one&apos;s world in any of the arts takes courage.  Georgia O&apos;Keeffe'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb28slGFU1c/ThpLorkTAgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_vlIczurNhE/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6392997221906312967</id><published>2011-07-10T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:01:00.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 07/10 /11</title><content type='html'>From the first kiss between Russ and Victoria - Love By Design - they are in the homeowners bathroom (they are co-hosts on makeover show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Russ growled against her lips as her tongue joined his in what became a tango, each vying for dominance. His hand slid up to her aching breast, brushing the tip with his thumb. Releasing her hold on his back to reach for his belt buckle, Victoria thought she was losing her balance as her backside dipped into the bowl of the sink. Automatically she reached back, her hand mistakenly hitting the faucet, and cold water sprayed onto her skirt.&lt;br /&gt;     They broke apart like two dogs in heat being separated with a garden hose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6392997221906312967?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6392997221906312967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6392997221906312967' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6392997221906312967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6392997221906312967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-sentence-sunday-0710-11.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 07/10 /11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-906565675180571925</id><published>2011-06-29T18:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:27:46.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not handsome or sexy. Of course, it's not like I am hopeless.  Keanu Reeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfNxqrWuEFE/TgulKrBHlVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Bg2319-_9ow/s1600/b97050c5ee7b9158_923keanu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfNxqrWuEFE/TgulKrBHlVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Bg2319-_9ow/s400/b97050c5ee7b9158_923keanu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623770162466886994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it's not part of my Quotes By Famous Women Series but I heart Keanu Reeves and you gotta to love a guy who eats a cupcake with such gusto! Here are some great quotes from Keanu (who by the way is very sweet - saw him at the WFF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mickey Mouse. They don't know who's inside the suit. &lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that. &lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple act of paying attention can take you a long way. &lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you have to love a guy who has a sense of humor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were saying that David Geffen and I had gotten married and it just blew me away. Not that they thought I was gay, but that they thought I could land a guy that hot. Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good night, I get underwear, bras, and hotel-room keys thrown onstage... You start to think that you're Tom Jones. &lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - I would not throw my bra at Keanu Reeves - 1) I very much need my bra 2) It's so big it might hurt him!&lt;br /&gt;See I have a sense of humor too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-906565675180571925?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/906565675180571925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=906565675180571925' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/906565675180571925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/906565675180571925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-not-handsome-or-sexy-of-course-its.html' title='I am not handsome or sexy. Of course, it&apos;s not like I am hopeless.  Keanu Reeves'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfNxqrWuEFE/TgulKrBHlVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Bg2319-_9ow/s72-c/b97050c5ee7b9158_923keanu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-296337915504711175</id><published>2011-06-26T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:01:01.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 6/26/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAG69GqkWko/Tf6Ayh8Vl2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/CQTbG5ww9jQ/s1600/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAG69GqkWko/Tf6Ayh8Vl2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/CQTbG5ww9jQ/s400/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620070990598215522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another six from Love By Design. One of my favorite scenes from the book. The cast and crew are on a break eating cupcakes (celebrating a birthday) Russ declines but can't keep his eyes off of Victoria eating one and nearly slices off a finger - Victoria rushes over and tells him he should be more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Maybe, if you took your little tea party inside I wouldn’t be distracted.” He'd be just fine if cupcakes were banned from the set and while he was at it, he'd outlaw those tight, short skirts she paraded around in.   &lt;br /&gt;     “Somebody’s cranky.” She offered her last bite up to Russ and added, “That’s what happens when you pass up cake.” &lt;br /&gt;     Instead of reaching for it with his hand, his mouth swooped down and took it from her fingers, licking the tips with his tongue. He relished the gasp of surprise on her face more than the rush of the sugary treat. “If I’d known you were going to hand feed me, I wouldn’t have said no.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-296337915504711175?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/296337915504711175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=296337915504711175' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/296337915504711175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/296337915504711175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/six-sentence-sunday-62611.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 6/26/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAG69GqkWko/Tf6Ayh8Vl2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/CQTbG5ww9jQ/s72-c/images-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1532586139612430941</id><published>2011-06-23T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:01:00.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.  Ursula K. Le Guin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CC-u1zXxans/Tf58AGy7IGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/APf6_7cKaB8/s1600/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CC-u1zXxans/Tf58AGy7IGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/APf6_7cKaB8/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620065726271004770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le Guin is one of my favorite writers.  She makes me want to write - but at the same time makes me realize I'm woefully inadequate. Here are some fabulous quotes from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it. &lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le Guin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains. &lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le Guin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy? &lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le Guin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le Guin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next. &lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le Guin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story. &lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le Guin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no right answers to wrong questions. &lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le Guin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1532586139612430941?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1532586139612430941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1532586139612430941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1532586139612430941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1532586139612430941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/morning-comes-whether-you-set-alarm-or.html' title='Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.  Ursula K. Le Guin'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CC-u1zXxans/Tf58AGy7IGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/APf6_7cKaB8/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8832794697858931171</id><published>2011-06-21T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:01:05.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Act V - Famous Lines From Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNq-_7qAcTc/Tf56Qo0OI2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HNovHfr8_XQ/s1600/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNq-_7qAcTc/Tf56Qo0OI2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HNovHfr8_XQ/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620063811257901922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act V – Shakespeare and the Art of Verbal Seduction by Hill and Ottchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of great lines from Shakespeare in the chapter on Angling but I’m going to keep it to my ten favorites….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Othello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An unauthorized kiss!&lt;br /&gt;2. In following {you} I follow but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As You Like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. {Being in love} ‘tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.&lt;br /&gt;4. Imagine me {your} love, {your} mistress; and every day woo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thou turns’t my eyes into very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. But for which of my bad parts didst thou first suffer love for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Woo {me} gentle….get {my} heart.&lt;br /&gt;8. Did my heart love till now? &lt;br /&gt;9. I have an interest in your heart’s proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Taming of the Shrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is it possible&lt;br /&gt;        That love should of a sudden take such hold?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8832794697858931171?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8832794697858931171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8832794697858931171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8832794697858931171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8832794697858931171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/act-v-famous-lines-from-shakespeare.html' title='Act V - Famous Lines From Shakespeare'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNq-_7qAcTc/Tf56Qo0OI2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HNovHfr8_XQ/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3357934608783818408</id><published>2011-06-19T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:01:01.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 6/19/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xe-1gEU-F4/TfqQx9Z4t8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/cBBV4Qjdevs/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xe-1gEU-F4/TfqQx9Z4t8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/cBBV4Qjdevs/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618962673069242306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six more from Love By Design... the cameras are rolling as Victoria is explaining to Russ what he has to build for the room make-over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Russ didn’t take off his shirt as much as he stripped it off exposing a six-pack to rival any man on the cover of Men’s Health. Tan, taunt skin stretched tightly across his chest. As a child Victoria had been fascinated by colors and textures; always touching and exploring the world around her. &lt;br /&gt;     She was no different now. &lt;br /&gt;     She gripped the worktable so she wouldn’t reach out to glide her fingers over his glistening skin. If Michelangelo could travel though time he’d cry for a fresh block of marble, though she doubted even he could replicate the chiseled form of Russ’ body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3357934608783818408?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3357934608783818408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3357934608783818408' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3357934608783818408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3357934608783818408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/six-sentence-sunday-61911.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 6/19/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xe-1gEU-F4/TfqQx9Z4t8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/cBBV4Qjdevs/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-2151425805729555374</id><published>2011-06-16T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:01:00.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. -- Coco Chanel </title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4B6jZVpvGg/TflP4WxUr_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3Ezw2af7bQI/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4B6jZVpvGg/TflP4WxUr_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3Ezw2af7bQI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618609839725129714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia: Gabrielle Bonheur "Coco" Chanel (19 August 1883 – 10 January 1971) was a pioneering French fashion designer whose modernist philosophy, menswear-inspired fashions, and pursuit of expensive simplicity made her an important figure in 20th-century fashion. She was the founder of one of the most famous fashion brands, Chanel. Her extraordinary influence on fashion was such that she was the only person in the couturier field to be named on Time 100: The Most Important People of the Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are more awesome quotes from Coco Chanel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty. -- Coco Chanel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best color in the whole world, is the one that looks good, on you! -- Coco Chanel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxury must be comfortable, otherwise it is not luxury. -- Coco Chanel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different. -- Coco Chanel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman. -- Coco Chanel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion fades, only style remains the same. -- Coco Chanel &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-2151425805729555374?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2151425805729555374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=2151425805729555374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2151425805729555374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2151425805729555374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-spend-time-beating-on-wall-hoping.html' title='Don&apos;t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. -- Coco Chanel '/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4B6jZVpvGg/TflP4WxUr_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3Ezw2af7bQI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1351897940948170647</id><published>2011-06-14T17:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:21:53.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Act IV - Shakespeare and the Art of Verbal Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TngKA7aH_j0/TffcsXlpQ3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/yiWE76OKjVg/s1600/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TngKA7aH_j0/TffcsXlpQ3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/yiWE76OKjVg/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618201714972246898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm continuing to enjoy Shakespeare and the Art of Verbal Seduction by Hill and Ottchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites from the chapter on Enticements and Inducements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cymeline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love's Labour's Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mistress, look on me,&lt;br /&gt;   Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Measure For Measure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.All my life to come&lt;br /&gt;  I'll lend you all my life to do you service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Winter's Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Come! come buy! come buy!&lt;br /&gt;Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Two Gentlemen From Verona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A thousand oaths, an ocean of {my} tears,&lt;br /&gt;     And instances of infinite love,&lt;br /&gt;     Warrant {your} welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Upon the alter of {your} beauty&lt;br /&gt;     {I} sacrifice {my} tears, {my} sighs, {my} heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Run through fire I will for thy sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Othello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. {I have} devoted and given {my}self to the &lt;br /&gt;       contemplation, mark, and denotement of {your} parts&lt;br /&gt;       and graces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I {am} nothing, but to please {your} fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. {I} shall happily make thee....a joyful bride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1351897940948170647?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1351897940948170647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1351897940948170647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1351897940948170647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1351897940948170647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/act-iv-shakespeare-and-art-of-verbal.html' title='Act IV - Shakespeare and the Art of Verbal Seduction'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TngKA7aH_j0/TffcsXlpQ3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/yiWE76OKjVg/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7046468694348467011</id><published>2011-06-12T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:01:00.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>SIx Sentence Sunday - 6/12/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUkVH849jiM/TfKjgBDxkjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1AFc5FQJfuc/s1600/170px-Lady_Knox_Geyser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUkVH849jiM/TfKjgBDxkjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1AFc5FQJfuc/s400/170px-Lady_Knox_Geyser.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616731455719838258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six more from Love By Design....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cowardly director knew better and had deserted the set leaving Russ to handle Victoria who was about to boil over like the Lady Knox Geyser in New Zealand. He’d seen it blow once and was awed by the power and beauty of the display. Russ stood transfixed now as Victoria’s eyes burned like ice on fire as she paced back and forth, building up steam as she mumbled obscenities. Beautiful, rare, and volatile - but still a brat.&lt;br /&gt;     Would it be sexual harassment if he laid her across his knees and gave his high-strung co-host a spanking? More than his hand itched to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7046468694348467011?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7046468694348467011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7046468694348467011' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7046468694348467011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7046468694348467011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/six-sentence-sunday-61211.html' title='SIx Sentence Sunday - 6/12/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUkVH849jiM/TfKjgBDxkjI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1AFc5FQJfuc/s72-c/170px-Lady_Knox_Geyser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6801939578290576730</id><published>2011-06-05T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:01:01.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><title type='text'>Free Short Story - It's a Doll's Life by Elizabeth Matis (me!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSOrfMDqt3U/Terh8UWbBRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pIocm13raIw/s1600/3847918570_1af96e9b25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSOrfMDqt3U/Terh8UWbBRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pIocm13raIw/s400/3847918570_1af96e9b25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614548311841899794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is no official Six Sentence Sunday this week so I thought I'd offer a free read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       It’s a Doll’s Life&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  by&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Elizabeth Matis &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Dusting the shelves of Laurel’s Playhouse was the worst part of owning a business. As if cleaning her house wasn’t enough. &lt;br /&gt;     The chimes rang cheerfully announcing her first customer of the day. Grateful for the interruption, she put on her best smile and made for door.&lt;br /&gt;     The man who entered towered over the dolls and miniature houses like Gulliver over the inhabitants of Lilliput. Blonde hair wisped out from underneath a cap. Wearing jeans, a blue work shirt and construction boots, he was dusty as he was big. He turned away from the row of shelves she stood behind and her gaze immediately lowered. Still, she wouldn’t mind wiping that bit of dirt off his rear and not with a feather duster. Such tasks required a hands-on approach. &lt;br /&gt;      He looked out of place among the frilly lace and ribbons. The expression ‘bull in a china shop’ came to mind. Except this bull was in her doll shop. &lt;br /&gt;     Laurel stole out of her hiding place. “Can I help you?”&lt;br /&gt;     He turned and smiled. “I’m looking for a gift for my sister’s birthday.”&lt;br /&gt;     His twinkling blue eyes were a pleasant relief to the lifeless stares of her collection. Standing next to him she felt like one of those dolls: petite and very feminine. “How old?” she managed to ask.&lt;br /&gt;     “Sixteen.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Ahh, sweet sixteen.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Darling, you haven’t met my sister.”&lt;br /&gt;     She laughed at his joke, but foolishly blushed at the endearment. “What are her interests?” &lt;br /&gt;     Laurel twisted her hands in an effort not to brush away the dirt on his shirt. Where had her aversion to cleaning gone?&lt;br /&gt;     “Boys,” he said, his tone exasperated.  &lt;br /&gt;     Again she laughed. “And she still collects dolls?”&lt;br /&gt;      He nodded. “Not that she’ll admit to.”&lt;br /&gt;      Laurel ran the inventory in her head. “Come with me.” She led him over to a display by the front window praying he wouldn’t knock anything over. It was cute how careful he was not to. “I think she might appreciate one of these.”  &lt;br /&gt;    He was looking directly at Laurel when he said, “Perfect.” &lt;br /&gt;     She smiled as she carefully picked up one of her favorites, a sophisticated Gibson Girl doll that was about a foot tall. The figurine reminded Laurel of a bygone era when men were gentlemen or at least pretended to be. “Do you want it wrapped?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Yes.” He held up his hands. “These can save a plant from the compost pile, but when it comes to wrapping I’m all thumbs.”&lt;br /&gt;     Good looking and a great sense of humor. It had been a long time since a man made her laugh. As she worked the ribbon around the box she wondered if he was married. He didn’t have a ring on his finger, but that didn’t mean anything. Who’d wear a ring if they were making mud pies, which is exactly what he’d looked like he’d been doing before he entered her shop. She took his credit card and shamelessly noted the name. Ethan Edwards.  &lt;br /&gt;     Laurel slid the bill across the counter and held out a pen. “Please sign at the bottom.”&lt;br /&gt;     Ethan’s fingers brushed hers. Her breath hitched and the pen fell to the counter. It could’ve been static electricity except the feeling was pleasant. “Sorry.” &lt;br /&gt;     “Don’t be.” Ethan picked up the pen and his hand hovered for a moment over the paper like he’d forgotten how to write his name. “Thanks for the help Laurel. It is Laurel, right?”&lt;br /&gt;    She hoped the surprise she felt did not show on her face. It seemed he took note of the name of her store. “Yes it is. Come again.”&lt;br /&gt;     She could have smacked herself. Sure, he had every reason to stop by and browse in her doll shop – unless he had more sisters. Or nieces. Please, please don’t let him have daughters. That meant at best an ex-wife, at worst, a wife.    &lt;br /&gt;     “By the way, I’m Ethan. I’m opening a gardening center down the street.”&lt;br /&gt;     “That explains the dirt.” The comment was out of her mouth before she could stop the words. Her flirting skills obviously needed polishing. A year had passed since her ex-finance had broken her heart. Maybe, she needed a refresher course.      &lt;br /&gt;     But he wasn’t offended and laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”&lt;br /&gt;     The chimes dimly sang out as he departed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When Laurel drove by his store during the following week she noted how it sprung to life with the arrival of plants and flowers. As she inventoried the backroom she mentally planned out the changes she wanted to make to her own garden. Perhaps she could ask Ethan for advice. Lame, but it was a perfectly acceptable excuse to see him again. &lt;br /&gt;   . The chimes rang and by the force of the sound she knew it was Ethan. &lt;br /&gt;     She barely recognized the man holding the bouquet of sunflowers. He wore khakis and a pressed white shirt, his hair neatly combed back. Not a spot of dirt on him.&lt;br /&gt;     “Hi Ethan. Did your sister like the doll?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Bea loved it.” Ethan shuffled his feet. “These are for you.”&lt;br /&gt;      She took the flowers he offered and raised the bouquet to her nose to breathe in the scent. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to.”&lt;br /&gt;     “I’ve been busy with the opening but when I saw them I remembered your smile.”  &lt;br /&gt;     “Oh. How sweet.” Laurel blushed. &lt;br /&gt;    “Will you have dinner with me tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;     Laurel said yes. After all, Ethan cleaned up real nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6801939578290576730?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6801939578290576730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6801939578290576730' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6801939578290576730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6801939578290576730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/free-short-story-its-dolls-life-by.html' title='Free Short Story - It&apos;s a Doll&apos;s Life by Elizabeth Matis (me!)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSOrfMDqt3U/Terh8UWbBRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pIocm13raIw/s72-c/3847918570_1af96e9b25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6279825490954538695</id><published>2011-06-04T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:07:28.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Act 3 - Shakespeare and the Art of Verbal Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUQZ6dhhDuY/TepzCvhRsLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EqEbY-lMuWo/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUQZ6dhhDuY/TepzCvhRsLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EqEbY-lMuWo/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614426376423714994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from Shakespeare and the Verbal Art of Seduction by Wayne Hill and Cynthia Ottchen and these are listed under the section of Icebreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rom PERICLES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you flesh and blood?&lt;br /&gt;     Have you a working pulse, and are no fairy&lt;br /&gt;     Motion? Well, speak on. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From ROMEO AND JUIET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun&lt;br /&gt;     Ne'er saw {your} match since the world began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Heaven and earth...do meet in thee at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. {You are} the dearest morsel of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From THE TEMPEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now I will believe there are unicorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll share some of my favorites from the chapter on Enticements and Inducements...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6279825490954538695?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6279825490954538695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6279825490954538695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6279825490954538695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6279825490954538695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/act-3-shakespeare-and-art-of-verbal.html' title='Act 3 - Shakespeare and the Art of Verbal Seduction'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUQZ6dhhDuY/TepzCvhRsLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EqEbY-lMuWo/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1610841808291351680</id><published>2011-05-31T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:07:17.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes.  Oprah Winfrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrwvuV8BjLQ/TeVdJkzaUFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FrpNie7RmtE/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrwvuV8BjLQ/TeVdJkzaUFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FrpNie7RmtE/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612994929666707538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Oprah! What will we do? Worse yet, my yet to be written opus - Madonna of the Highway will never be a Oprah Book Selection! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share some quotes from the most famous of women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. &lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You CAN have it all. You just can't have it all at once. &lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead. Fall down. The world looks different from the ground. &lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the next moment. &lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellence is the best deterrent to racism or sexism. &lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1610841808291351680?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1610841808291351680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1610841808291351680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1610841808291351680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1610841808291351680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-still-have-my-feet-on-ground-i-just.html' title='I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes.  Oprah Winfrey'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrwvuV8BjLQ/TeVdJkzaUFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FrpNie7RmtE/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3649654787192131055</id><published>2011-05-29T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:01:02.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 5/29/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrF6oENDelI/TeAlwBCEJII/AAAAAAAAAW8/fOAXO4BK1k8/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrF6oENDelI/TeAlwBCEJII/AAAAAAAAAW8/fOAXO4BK1k8/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611526642544682114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from Love By Design. Russ dancing in a couple of shows for the Thunder Down Under Male Revue as a favor for a friend who has lined up a bunch of groupies for after the show. Russ declines because of the early call time for his co-hosting job on Design Intervention and his friend scoffs and tells him he's whipped and Russ replies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so single, I make George Clooney look like a married man.” In actuality he might as well be a monk, contrary to what the Australian tabloids wrote about him, but his fellow Aussie didn’t need to know that or that Russ was falling for a pixie in high heels. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to satisfy them all.”&lt;br /&gt;     “I’m just one man, Rowland.” Brady snapped a towel at Russ’ knees. “Just one man,” he repeated before heading into the dressing room to change for the finale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3649654787192131055?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3649654787192131055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3649654787192131055' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3649654787192131055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3649654787192131055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-sentence-sunday-52911.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 5/29/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrF6oENDelI/TeAlwBCEJII/AAAAAAAAAW8/fOAXO4BK1k8/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3366198349024723502</id><published>2011-05-27T15:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:21:29.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keanu Reeves'/><title type='text'>Act 2 - SHAKESPEARE and the Verbal Art of Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5dbuM5UXQ8/TeADLhGdIwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uwAHhxvRVsc/s1600/Hamlet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5dbuM5UXQ8/TeADLhGdIwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uwAHhxvRVsc/s400/Hamlet1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611488632102527746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from Shakespeare and the Verbal Art of Seduction by Wayne Hill and Cynthia Ottchen and these are listed under the section of Icebreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and yes that is Keanu Reeves as Hamlet - don't laugh he is a great lover of Shakespeare and I found this regarding his performance -"His performance in the title role in a Manitoba Theatre Centre production of Hamlet was praised by Roger Lewis, the Sunday Times, who declared Reeves "...one of the top three Hamlets I have seen, for a simple reason: he is Hamlet."&lt;br /&gt;But enough about Keanu - well there can never be enough....anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From Hamlet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How do you, pretty lady?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I have words to speak in thine ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rom: Love's Labour's Lost:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,&lt;br /&gt;      That we, like savages, may worship it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From:Measure For Measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your bum is the greatest thing about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rom A Midsummer Night's Dream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rom Much Ado About Nothing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In mine eye {you} are the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Come, bid me do anything for thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From Othello:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. {You're} a most fresh and delicate creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. {Thou} are so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet&lt;br /&gt;       That the senses aches at thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it up to page 13! Lots still to go. Which of these ten are your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3366198349024723502?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3366198349024723502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3366198349024723502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3366198349024723502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3366198349024723502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/05/act-2-shakespeare-and-verbal-art-of.html' title='Act 2 - SHAKESPEARE and the Verbal Art of Seduction'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5dbuM5UXQ8/TeADLhGdIwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uwAHhxvRVsc/s72-c/Hamlet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1484110014517302862</id><published>2011-05-24T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:00:01.958-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>"I wanted to be the first woman to burn her bra, but it would have taken the fire department four days to put it out."  Dolly Parton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6X8x5ziTgI/TdkMXVhyBAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/B-_NsIYt9mY/s1600/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6X8x5ziTgI/TdkMXVhyBAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/B-_NsIYt9mY/s400/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609528405922022402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha - I can relate to the above quote from Dolly Parton - but it would only take 2 days to put out the fire - not 4. - LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to love a woman who has her own amusement part - Dollywood - how great is that?! Here are some more quotes from the country music singer and actress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I'm not dumb... and I also know that I'm not blonde. &lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like the road you're walking, start paving another one. &lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I was born a girl, otherwise I'd be a drag queen. &lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. &lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails. &lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1484110014517302862?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1484110014517302862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1484110014517302862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1484110014517302862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1484110014517302862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wanted-to-be-first-woman-to-burn-her.html' title='&quot;I wanted to be the first woman to burn her bra, but it would have taken the fire department four days to put it out.&quot;  Dolly Parton'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6X8x5ziTgI/TdkMXVhyBAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/B-_NsIYt9mY/s72-c/images-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-410243405662005736</id><published>2011-05-22T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:01:00.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 5/22/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIbrLfiW3KI/TdhQphhVV8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/WYh7QmkshU0/s1600/images-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIbrLfiW3KI/TdhQphhVV8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/WYh7QmkshU0/s400/images-5.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609322010192992194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one from Love By Design. Co-host Russ has just arrived on set of Design Intervention startling Victoria and she spills coffee on her shirt.  (FYI - in the past he'd been late to meetings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The morning sun bounced off his tousled hair, picking up every highlight. His thumbs were hooked into the belt loops of his tight jeans, a grey t-shirt clung to his chest and didn't even try to pretend he wasn't staring at her breasts. &lt;br /&gt;     She shifted her gaze down. The cream silk was soaked through like a spring break wet t-shirt contest. &lt;br /&gt;     His stance stayed perfectly relaxed like he practiced it in front of a mirror, but his stare lethal as his gaze met hers. She knew she was supposed to say something and blurted the first thing that came to her mind. “You’re early.”&lt;br /&gt;     “I would say I arrived just in time.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-410243405662005736?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/410243405662005736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=410243405662005736' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/410243405662005736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/410243405662005736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-sentence-sunday-52211.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 5/22/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIbrLfiW3KI/TdhQphhVV8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/WYh7QmkshU0/s72-c/images-5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1205556286574554820</id><published>2011-05-20T14:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:02:32.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>The Art of Verbal Seduction - Act 1 - 5/20/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjPN0WESDvA/Tda7iAFLikI/AAAAAAAAAWU/sHlPBccmHno/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjPN0WESDvA/Tda7iAFLikI/AAAAAAAAAWU/sHlPBccmHno/s400/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608876578748205634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Shakespeare so when Daedalus Books offered Shakespeare and the Art of Verbal Seduction for a mere 3.98 - I ordered it immediately - then it sat on the shelf - until today when bored out of mind from being on medical leave for 4 weeks I strarted to flip thru it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share some of my favorites as I go through the book hence the Act 1 - clever right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From All's Well That Ends Well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you meditating on virginity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. {You're} a fair creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From Anthony and Cleopatra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Come, you'll play with me sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where hast thou been, my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From As You Like It:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What shall be our sport then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sit you down in gentleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From Cymbeline&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. {You are} the fairest I have look'd upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Come, here's my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. By Jupiter, an angel! or if not,&lt;br /&gt;       An earthly paragon! Behold divineness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is my top ten for this week - and I'm only on page 5 of the book!!!!  Which was your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1205556286574554820?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1205556286574554820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1205556286574554820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1205556286574554820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1205556286574554820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/05/art-of-verbal-seduction-act-1-52011.html' title='The Art of Verbal Seduction - Act 1 - 5/20/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NjPN0WESDvA/Tda7iAFLikI/AAAAAAAAAWU/sHlPBccmHno/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-4808909134547266968</id><published>2011-05-15T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:01:56.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 5/15/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ngcFGdZPmI/Tc6OlH9xivI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mw0GAtmtiLY/s1600/hugh-jackman-australia-shirtless2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ngcFGdZPmI/Tc6OlH9xivI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mw0GAtmtiLY/s400/hugh-jackman-australia-shirtless2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606575354567297778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from Love By Design....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, Victoria lay in bed wide-awake. Somehow his beach scent drifted upstairs or perhaps she was imagining it. She couldn’t believe she almost kissed him. What was she thinking? Sex - no, dirty sex -dirty sex that cleanses a woman of all that ails her. And Russ was just the man for the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-4808909134547266968?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4808909134547266968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=4808909134547266968' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4808909134547266968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4808909134547266968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-sentence-sunday-51511.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 5/15/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ngcFGdZPmI/Tc6OlH9xivI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mw0GAtmtiLY/s72-c/hugh-jackman-australia-shirtless2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1361207852502064594</id><published>2011-05-08T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:01:01.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 5/08/11   - I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkvHPEQxMPI/TcL5EBEOemI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F-Sg1ol3j-s/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkvHPEQxMPI/TcL5EBEOemI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F-Sg1ol3j-s/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603314733803272802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm back - still not at full strength but here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from Love By Design. Here Victoria is at a get to know you lunch with her agent Ava and Russ (the temporary co-host replacement) Here, at their request he is giving them the lowdown on Aussie slang for dirty words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I've got one more - Australian kiss."&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's eyebrows drew together in concentration, but she couldn't think beyond what it would be like to kiss him, Australian or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on think about it."&lt;br /&gt;"Got me," said Ava.&lt;br /&gt;"Me, too," admitted Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;Russ' smile turned lethal. "It's a French kiss - down under."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1361207852502064594?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1361207852502064594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1361207852502064594' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1361207852502064594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1361207852502064594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-sentence-sunday-50811-im-back.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 5/08/11   - I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkvHPEQxMPI/TcL5EBEOemI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F-Sg1ol3j-s/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-4815534463232328172</id><published>2011-04-21T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:25:31.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.  ~Terri Guillemets</title><content type='html'>The above quote suits me I think but none-the-less I will be out of commission for the next two weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;No paperwork but will be in bed instead of running barefoot thru the grass - however my Kindle is loaded with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more quotes on health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest wealth is health.  ~Virgil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful about reading health books.  You may die of a misprint.  ~Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body.  ~Cicero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who has health has hope; and he who has hope has everything.  ~Arabic Proverb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A man's health can be judged by which he takes two at a time - pills or stairs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in two weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-4815534463232328172?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4815534463232328172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=4815534463232328172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4815534463232328172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4815534463232328172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-own-prescription-for-health-is-less.html' title='My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.  ~Terri Guillemets'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6260949185694485716</id><published>2011-04-17T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:01:00.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 4/17/11</title><content type='html'>Sorry about skipping last Sunday and will be skipping next Sunday as well as I am having surgery...no worries -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally here are six from Russ' POV....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Victoria doing a walkabout inside his brain, he had no idea what Brett had said.    &lt;br /&gt;     As beautiful as a comic book vixen and just as dangerous, easily leading a man to his nefarious end. You’d think he would’ve learned the lesson taught to him only a month ago, sending him a half a world away to start over. Russ always thought of himself as a smart guy, but one look at Victoria had dropped his IQ by a third and him behaving like the bad boy the Australian press made him out to be.&lt;br /&gt;     Not that he was a saint, but he would never leave a woman at the altar because he’d never agree to arrive there in the first place, just the word sent a shiver down his spine. To him, altar was synonymous with sacrifice, with his balls offered up to the matrimonial gods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6260949185694485716?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6260949185694485716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6260949185694485716' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6260949185694485716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6260949185694485716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-sentence-sunday-41711.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 4/17/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6829961340192595758</id><published>2011-04-11T18:03:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:31:20.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>Who said -  “I want women to be liberated and still be able to have a nice ass and shake it” ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aV3AxmSrkiM/TaN_1eNyZ-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/2m8dvquT9hI/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aV3AxmSrkiM/TaN_1eNyZ-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/2m8dvquT9hI/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594455718744975330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xvduQPx_1k/TaN_jN2tCFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DZdiaXmU8Zk/s1600/230e436c82d57c0e.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xvduQPx_1k/TaN_jN2tCFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DZdiaXmU8Zk/s400/230e436c82d57c0e.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594455405115541586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley MacLaine that's who. She was interviewed on Oprah today so I had one of Oprah's 'ah hah' moments and knew Shirley would be the next in my quotes of famous women series (which used to be the starlet quote series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the scene in Terms Of Endearment (which she won an Oscar for) where she screams at the nurses to give her daughter a shot for pain? I hadn't but they replayed it on the show and WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more quotes from her...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.” Shirley MacLaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I've written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part.” Shirley MacLaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dwelling on the negative simply contributes to its power” Shirley MacLaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's useless to hold a person to anything he says while he's in love, drunk, or running for office.” Shirley MacLaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to get husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they are too old to do it.” Shirley MacLaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused." Shirley MacLain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6829961340192595758?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6829961340192595758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6829961340192595758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6829961340192595758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6829961340192595758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-said-i-want-women-to-be-liberated.html' title='Who said -  “I want women to be liberated and still be able to have a nice ass and shake it” ??'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aV3AxmSrkiM/TaN_1eNyZ-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/2m8dvquT9hI/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-7353786371297523074</id><published>2011-04-08T18:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:24:42.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>A dream which is not interpreted is like a letter which is not read - The Talmud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAMJ1jeaa78/TZ-Jm5oXDYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/JAIaU_mRO9E/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAMJ1jeaa78/TZ-Jm5oXDYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/JAIaU_mRO9E/s400/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593340563615583618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff dreams are made of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a dream so vivid that it stuck with you, made you think, even helped make a decision? I did a few days ago. Before I had gone to bed I had 2 files up on my computer - the young adult and the women's fiction I've been working on - I was fiddling around with both - still not sure which one I wanted to work on, I ended up not working at all - then I went to bed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had many strange dreams - flittering from one image to another as dreams often do - BUT it ended in a scene that was so peaceful and grounded in reality- here is what happen...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at a picnic table - the light is soft and there is a nip in the air - I'm painting a close up of a white rose with Beyonce (yes Beyonce) and w/o looking at me she says, "What's the matter, Liz? You haven't been yourself." I say, "I feel out of sorts." She looks at me and says, "Well get yourself sorted out." We simply went back to painting... and I woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knew I had to work on the women's fiction. Why? Because visions of the Virgin Mary will play a large part in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further investigations on dream interpretations prove me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white rose could mean: spiritual love and purity / holy or cosmic love / a new beginning / making peace w/someone &lt;br /&gt;    It is also the flower of the Virgin Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream about painting could mean: symbolizes your need to express your creative potential / points to a change or a need to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so you might be wondering why Beyonce? So was I - I like her but I'm not a huge fan and she hasn't been in the news lately - no new album - so why her? I looked up what the name Beyonce means and.... drum roll please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she who is beyond all others ....  sounds a lot like the Virgin Mary to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have more dreams like this! &lt;br /&gt;So one more quote about dreams...&lt;br /&gt;"Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you." Marsha Norman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-7353786371297523074?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7353786371297523074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=7353786371297523074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7353786371297523074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/7353786371297523074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/dream-which-is-not-interpreted-is-like.html' title='A dream which is not interpreted is like a letter which is not read - The Talmud'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAMJ1jeaa78/TZ-Jm5oXDYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/JAIaU_mRO9E/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-176466076189254909</id><published>2011-04-05T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:01:02.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it - Helen Keller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-caLWUbbnmzo/TZo42Ie2--I/AAAAAAAAAVc/p91fa8HDxmg/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-caLWUbbnmzo/TZo42Ie2--I/AAAAAAAAAVc/p91fa8HDxmg/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591844389974899682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from wikipedia) Helen Adams Keller (June 27, 1880 – June 1, 1968) was an American author, political activist, and lecturer. She was the first deaf/blind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree.[1][2] The story of how Keller's teacher, Anne Sullivan, broke through the isolation imposed by a near complete lack of language, allowing the girl to blossom as she learned to communicate, has become widely known through the dramatic depictions of the play and film The Miracle Worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to see the movie and being totally amazed! Still am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes from Helen Keller....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble. -- Helen Keller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart. -- Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another. -- Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. -- Helen Keller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. -- Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Which is your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-176466076189254909?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/176466076189254909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=176466076189254909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/176466076189254909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/176466076189254909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/although-world-is-full-of-suffering-it.html' title='Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it - Helen Keller'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-caLWUbbnmzo/TZo42Ie2--I/AAAAAAAAAVc/p91fa8HDxmg/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-2299497773343972509</id><published>2011-04-03T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:01:00.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 4/3/11</title><content type='html'>From Love By Design... Russ and Victoria are bantering - still their first meeting - when Victoria says she can handle him - russ claims he comes with a warning - and she guesses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Don’t Feed the Animals?”&lt;br /&gt;     “No, I don’t bite, much. It's Fragile, Handle With Care.”&lt;br /&gt;     Victoria couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped since there wasn’t a fragile bone in his body.  He looked like the type that wouldn’t mind being thrown onto a bed and allowing a woman have her way with him; she could feel it in every fluttering nerve of her body. And what did he mean by ‘I don’t bite, much’?&lt;br /&gt;     She would never be able to co-exist with this man so she had to put him in his place and do it fast. “Well, mine is No Trespassing.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Sorry, Luv, all I saw was Danger, Curves Ahead,” Russ drawled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-2299497773343972509?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2299497773343972509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=2299497773343972509' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2299497773343972509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2299497773343972509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-sentence-sunday-4311.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 4/3/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-2233889943208799218</id><published>2011-03-29T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:25:48.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>"Imagination is more important than knowledge.  Knowledge is limited.  Imagination encircles the world."  Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>Love that quote...especially coming from Einstein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on the first round of revisions of the Love By Design. In the first round I'm looking for inconsistencies and places where I put 'zzzzzzzzzzzz' which means I couldn't think of anything at the time but wanted to push forward. At page 92 right now. Going back and forth from file on laptop and the file I loaded onto to my Kindle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it helpful to read it on the Kindle. Why? &lt;br /&gt;1. Reading it in a different format helps me spot errors &lt;br /&gt;2. I can use the highlight to mark those errors and I can make notes to myself on changes I want to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm revising I have a file open for my synopsis and as I come along major events I note them in the so when I go back to write it I have everything there that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it's done I'll print out the whole manuscript and put it aside for 2 weeks - maybe a month then In the second and final round I look for flow of sentences, spelling, and grammar (LOL) - who am I kidding I hate grammar but I do the best that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I've started 2 new works-in-progress. One is a dystopian young adult and a women's fiction - not a romance - in fact there are no men in it save maybe a Catholic priest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As excited as I am about the young adult the world building involved may deter my efforts. My idea for the women's fiction has been on my mind for quite some time - but only time will tell which will take over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-2233889943208799218?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2233889943208799218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=2233889943208799218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2233889943208799218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2233889943208799218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/imagination-is-more-important-than.html' title='&quot;Imagination is more important than knowledge.  Knowledge is limited.  Imagination encircles the world.&quot;  Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8913905327839817723</id><published>2011-03-27T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:26:14.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 3/27/11</title><content type='html'>More from Love By Design - just a few minutes later - the meeting with the network executives is about to begin.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Russ leaned back in the chair looking as though he was the star of the show and not an unwanted interloper. How could he be so relaxed when she was wound tighter than a bad celebrity facelift? Victoria tilted her head from side to side. Despite her misgivings, she wished his tanned hands were busy massaging her shoulders instead of tossing a paper weight into the air and catching it with the flair of a Las Vegas magician - so unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;     God, he rubbed her the wrong way. She looked away before she started thinking about him rubbing her the right way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8913905327839817723?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8913905327839817723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8913905327839817723' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8913905327839817723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8913905327839817723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/six-sentence-sunday-32711.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 3/27/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-91657618287896694</id><published>2011-03-22T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:08:31.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>I don't know where my songs come from... If I knew, I'd know too much, more than we are allowed on this plane. Judy Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z8jGFu7ys64?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went on cruise in October one of the female singers sang an old Judy Collins song that I had forgotten about. The song was Both Sides Now. It's one of those songs that the lyrics and the melody become more than just song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes from Judy Collins....&lt;br /&gt;I don't dream songs. I'm more apt to write dreams down and then to be able to interpret them into a song. I also tend to get up and write prose in the morning from which will come songs.&lt;br /&gt;Judy Collins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you get to good writing unless you expose yourself and your feelings. Deep songs don't come from the surface; they come from the deep down. The poetry and the songs that you are suppose to write, I believe are in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Judy Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people who are creative are the luckiest people on earth. I know that there are no shortcuts, but you must keep your faith in something Greater than You, and keep doing what you love. Do what you love, and you will find the way to get it out to the world.  Judy Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you love, and you will find the way to get it out to the world. Judy Collins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-91657618287896694?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/91657618287896694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=91657618287896694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/91657618287896694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/91657618287896694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-where-my-songs-come-from-if.html' title='I don&apos;t know where my songs come from... If I knew, I&apos;d know too much, more than we are allowed on this plane. Judy Collins'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z8jGFu7ys64/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3881794077163053497</id><published>2011-03-20T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:08:42.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 3/20/11</title><content type='html'>This is just moment after last weeks six - Victoria was wondering how much he heard - she had joked to her agent/friend Ava that Neil her absent co-host would want Russ (who is from Australia) to go 'down under' on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “And let me state for the record I only go down under on the opposite sex,” said Russ.   &lt;br /&gt;     Yeah, like anyone would question your sexual orientation. Regaining her ability to speak, she did manage to quip, “Neil will be so disappointed.”    &lt;br /&gt;     “Just as long as I don’t disappoint you.” His lips curved into a wicked smile as he added, “Do you still think you can handle me?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3881794077163053497?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3881794077163053497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3881794077163053497' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3881794077163053497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3881794077163053497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/six-sentence-sunday-32011.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 3/20/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8216134808192435018</id><published>2011-03-15T16:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:58:01.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>What does your favorite superwoman say about you?</title><content type='html'>Yes - it time for another Woman's World Personality quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fictional heroine you admire most is a real reflection of our own super qualities....so who is my favorite superwoman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman - duh&lt;br /&gt;That means I am an exuberant charmer - I know that femininity is a strength. A talented multi-tasker I identify with her roles as hero and working woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bionic Woman - you're a resilient self-starter&lt;br /&gt;Nikita - you're a alpha nurturer&lt;br /&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer - you're a perceptive wit&lt;br /&gt;Xena - you're a wise idealist &lt;br /&gt;Sydney (from Alias) - you're a resourceful smarty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course one has to wonder why Batgirl (my second favorite) is not on the list.... So who is your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8216134808192435018?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8216134808192435018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8216134808192435018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8216134808192435018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8216134808192435018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-does-you-favorite-superwoman-say.html' title='What does your favorite superwoman say about you?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-9137778653239136059</id><published>2011-03-13T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:57:03.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 3/13/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3KHQ-dqzaU/TXvD76pB6MI/AAAAAAAAAVM/njIFIniF5w8/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3KHQ-dqzaU/TXvD76pB6MI/AAAAAAAAAVM/njIFIniF5w8/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583271597176907970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first six from Love By Design! Victoria is a co-host of Design Intervention and she is waiting to meet her new temporary co-host Aussie Russ Rowland which she is not happy about - in this scene she is with her agent and they are looking at his photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ’ burnished blond hair fell in waves past his neck in such a way that begged for her fingers to dive in and explore its texture. His dazzling smile mocked her as if he knew she craved to kiss the photo like some thirteen year-old and to top it off, his light brown eyes colored like the hues of the outback at sunrise stared back, daring her to do so. &lt;br /&gt;     If a two-dimensional photo made her feel like a feline predator ready to pounce, what feelings would the 3D version churn out? She would just have to deal with it, not that she had much choice, as they say, ‘The show must go on’. “I can handle him,” said Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;     "I'll look forward to it Luv."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-9137778653239136059?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/9137778653239136059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=9137778653239136059' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/9137778653239136059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/9137778653239136059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/six-sentence-sunday-31311.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 3/13/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3KHQ-dqzaU/TXvD76pB6MI/AAAAAAAAAVM/njIFIniF5w8/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6439143331899961715</id><published>2011-03-10T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:01:06.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>I'm just writing a story that I want to read. Jean M. Auel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GM--4u8styQ/TXf6rNnS5AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/sZ1SlXVvWgw/s1600/85001447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GM--4u8styQ/TXf6rNnS5AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/sZ1SlXVvWgw/s320/85001447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582205883444814850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to reading these two book. The first is Jean Auel's The Land of the Painted Caves. All I can say is FINALLY! It's the final volume of the Earth Children's series. The release date is March 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVRhF4Lx4ag/TXf6ZzULkuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T3_AUI4aXvk/s1600/416tYz9bpnL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVRhF4Lx4ag/TXf6ZzULkuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T3_AUI4aXvk/s320/416tYz9bpnL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582205584327545570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is from the author of The Celestine Prophecy - he is the original self-published made it big authors. The Twelfth Insight puts a positive spin on the Mayan 2012 Prophecy. It's available now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6439143331899961715?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6439143331899961715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6439143331899961715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6439143331899961715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6439143331899961715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-just-writing-story-that-i-want-to.html' title='I&apos;m just writing a story that I want to read. Jean M. Auel'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GM--4u8styQ/TXf6rNnS5AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/sZ1SlXVvWgw/s72-c/85001447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1552676082938671722</id><published>2011-03-08T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:01:02.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy International Woman's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1O4hCL0BMBw/TXVeKCC6XII/AAAAAAAAAUs/SwNfN2JVHVc/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1O4hCL0BMBw/TXVeKCC6XII/AAAAAAAAAUs/SwNfN2JVHVc/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581470839636384898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally called International Working Women’s Day is marked on the 8th of March every year. It is a major day of global celebration of women. In different regions the focus of the celebrations ranges from general celebration of respect, appreciation and love towards women to a celebration for women's economic, political and social achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great day for women but I’m not ashamed to admit that a few years ago I used the day to get chocolate from the men in the office at the Public Works Dept. where I worked at the time…at first they didn’t believe me there was such a day…though by the time we got back from the lunch all the ladies had a Reese Peanut Butter Cup on their desks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes that celebrate woman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women are the real architects of society." ~ Harriet Beecher Stowe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman." ~ Margaret Thatcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fastest way to change society is to mobilize the women of the world." ~ Charles Malik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition." ~ Timothy Leary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good.  Luckily, this is not difficult."  ~Charlotte Whitton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure God created man before woman.  But then you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece.  ~Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1552676082938671722?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1552676082938671722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1552676082938671722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1552676082938671722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1552676082938671722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-international-womans-day.html' title='Happy International Woman&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1O4hCL0BMBw/TXVeKCC6XII/AAAAAAAAAUs/SwNfN2JVHVc/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-6744209625873152148</id><published>2011-03-06T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:01:00.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 3/06/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4h2GoYWX1E/TXGQgoPQ18I/AAAAAAAAAUk/dkqw9_BtVv0/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4h2GoYWX1E/TXGQgoPQ18I/AAAAAAAAAUk/dkqw9_BtVv0/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580400303520405442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - this is the last one from Playing For Keeps because I finished Love By Design!  Hoo-Ray! So next week I'll start sharing. But for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it about this man that made her feel safe, that made her want to risk it all? Kissing him in elevator, having sex in the hotel gym, what the hell had she'd been thinking? She didn't think he'd sex and tell, but she had to ask to be sure, to remind him of the stakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could even form the question on her lips he said, "Don't worry Samantha, your secret is safe with me." Ryan reached out, his thumb caressed her cheek. "All of them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-6744209625873152148?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6744209625873152148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=6744209625873152148' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6744209625873152148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/6744209625873152148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/six-sentence-sunday-30611.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 3/06/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4h2GoYWX1E/TXGQgoPQ18I/AAAAAAAAAUk/dkqw9_BtVv0/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-4531738684806796486</id><published>2011-03-02T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:01:01.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>I look back on my life like a good day's work, it was done and I am satisfied with it.  Grandma Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFp0w84xSpM/TWwcDhGGiqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QGQ7ze2-D3A/s1600/4cm650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFp0w84xSpM/TWwcDhGGiqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QGQ7ze2-D3A/s320/4cm650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578864885154351778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCuk04_L-w8/TWwbYBqlk8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/YcGvK05loBs/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCuk04_L-w8/TWwbYBqlk8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/YcGvK05loBs/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578864137983071170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Mary Robertson Moses (September 7, 1860 – December 13, 1961), better known as "Grandma Moses", was a renowned American folk artist. The original late bloomer Grandma Moses didn't start painting until her 70's. Here are some quotes from her.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. &lt;br /&gt;Grandma Moses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting's not important. The important thing is keeping busy. &lt;br /&gt;Grandma Moses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day. &lt;br /&gt;Grandma Moses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She said the following in 1950 - imagine what she would say today!)&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am ninety-five years old, looking back over the years, I have seen many changes taking place, so many inventions have been made. Things now go faster. In olden times things were not so rushed. I think people were more content, more satisfied with life than they are today. You don't hear nearly as much laughter and shouting as you did in my day, and what was fun for us wouldn't be fun now.... In this age I don't think people are as happy, they are worried. They're too anxious to get ahead of their neighbors, they are striving and striving to get something better. I do think in a way that they have too much now. We did with much less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-4531738684806796486?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4531738684806796486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=4531738684806796486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4531738684806796486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4531738684806796486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-look-back-on-my-life-like-good-days.html' title='I look back on my life like a good day&apos;s work, it was done and I am satisfied with it.  Grandma Moses'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFp0w84xSpM/TWwcDhGGiqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QGQ7ze2-D3A/s72-c/4cm650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-4927620078516098856</id><published>2011-02-27T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:01:00.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 2/27/11</title><content type='html'>Still from Playing For Keeps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken words of love choked him. But she wasn't ready to hear it. Samantha's issues were deeper than reporter and athlete. He turned her palms up and ran his forefinger along the lines wishing he could read them and know what the future held. Ryan waited patiently, watching her mind at work, going through each angle, then discarding it, and moving on to the next. Her cell's ring-tone filled the air ending what little hope he had of her trusting him with the dark secret she hid from the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-4927620078516098856?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4927620078516098856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=4927620078516098856' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4927620078516098856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/4927620078516098856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-sentence-sunday-22711.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 2/27/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8934177335596412499</id><published>2011-02-24T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:01:00.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes by Famous Women'/><title type='text'>Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.  Ayn Rand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tSWJIHD_3k/TWRDFefxO3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/e_xs2Qc-4Ao/s1600/thumbnail-2.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tSWJIHD_3k/TWRDFefxO3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/e_xs2Qc-4Ao/s320/thumbnail-2.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576655999956237170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above quotes says it all doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how important Ayn Rand has been to me. I still remember reading Anthem when I was 13 and what an impact it had on me - as well as her other writings. I keep meaning to go back and re-read them but there are so many books that I haven't read....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - here are some more awesome quotes from her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others. &lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilization is the progress toward a society of privacy. The savage's whole existence is public, ruled by the laws of his tribe. Civilization is the process of setting man free from men. &lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine. &lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me. &lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say "I love you" one must first be able to say the "I."&lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8934177335596412499?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8934177335596412499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8934177335596412499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8934177335596412499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8934177335596412499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/achieving-life-is-not-equivalent-of.html' title='Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.  Ayn Rand'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tSWJIHD_3k/TWRDFefxO3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/e_xs2Qc-4Ao/s72-c/thumbnail-2.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1957319263881263041</id><published>2011-02-22T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T00:01:01.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.  ~William Wordsworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOanp--gb60/TWLsMGUdJPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HHKys37Pjg4/s1600/24x36-little-women-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOanp--gb60/TWLsMGUdJPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HHKys37Pjg4/s400/24x36-little-women-2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576278981237089522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer’s Digest always has good information but my favorite from the most recent issue comes from an interview with Emma Donoghue (author of Room) – the interview was written by Jessica Strawser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donoghue was asked if she outlines – she said she did in great detail and that she ‘writes down what revelations the reader is getting at each point, so I can see if whether I’m giving away a lot in Chapter 1, and then no new information until Chapter 5. What you’re trying to do is keep up the reader’s energy at every point. You’re looking for spots where things would sag or get lost….’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In WD they always have a column of cool stuff for writers – this month they showed posters created using the entire text of a novel – see the sample above of Little Women. You can see more at http://www.postertext.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1957319263881263041?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1957319263881263041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1957319263881263041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1957319263881263041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1957319263881263041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/fill-your-paper-with-breathings-of-your.html' title='Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.  ~William Wordsworth'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOanp--gb60/TWLsMGUdJPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HHKys37Pjg4/s72-c/24x36-little-women-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-3535997377406813569</id><published>2011-02-20T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:01:00.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 2/20/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sVw5XHQjNvQ/TV7uGn9mWWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kNsvKNYjip4/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sVw5XHQjNvQ/TV7uGn9mWWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kNsvKNYjip4/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575155186305227106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s back to fun and games with Samantha and Ryan – they are in the shower – they are washing each other and she's just smacked him on the butt to turn around stating "I don’t have all day." Ryan turns and says…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “That didn’t seem to be the case when you were washing my ass.”&lt;br /&gt;     “That’s because it’s so big. They should’ve made you a wide receiver instead of a tight-end.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Hey, this ass was voted the cutest butt in the NFL, by femalefan.com.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Wow, did you get a trophy?” she asked sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;     “Not even a certificate.”         &lt;br /&gt;     She lathered up his chest and then followed the trail of dripping suds down to his abs. The foaming soap gathered at his ____, which she took into her hand.  Staring mischievously into his eyes, she said, “Now this is...”&lt;br /&gt;     “You better not say cute,” he growled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry my blog is not set up to use the p,d,or c word -LOL-don't want the blog police to get mad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-3535997377406813569?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3535997377406813569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=3535997377406813569' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3535997377406813569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/3535997377406813569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-sentence-sunday-22011.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 2/20/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sVw5XHQjNvQ/TV7uGn9mWWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kNsvKNYjip4/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-1202422775716467549</id><published>2011-02-15T17:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:13:38.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Zombie Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmu0Jaq_vqE/TVsBCKyUuwI/AAAAAAAAATs/Axa8feT1HZc/s1600/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmu0Jaq_vqE/TVsBCKyUuwI/AAAAAAAAATs/Axa8feT1HZc/s320/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574050100567915266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No post yesterday - I know bad romance writer-bad - but I was busy with real life romance :) - anyway -&lt;br /&gt;My friend Colleen knowing my love all of things Zombie had given me a belated Christmas (because I hadn't seen her) present - one was The Zombie Night Before Christmas - so next Christmastime.... but the other one was Every Zombie Eats Somebody Sometime which is a book of zombie love songs! Each is sung to the melody of a real song. It is hilarious! Here are two samples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sung to Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead love,&lt;br /&gt;You're the food in my life,&lt;br /&gt;In this damn zombie blight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first turn,&lt;br /&gt;You're every bite that I take,&lt;br /&gt;Each shuffling step I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;(I-I-I-I-I)&lt;br /&gt;I want to chew &lt;br /&gt;All brains with you,&lt;br /&gt;No other dead will do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay  sung to the tune of "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late in the evening; she's wondering what's out there.&lt;br /&gt;She loads up her shotgun and brushes her long blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;And then she tells me, "You don't look quite right."&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "Yes, you'll taste wonderful tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-1202422775716467549?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1202422775716467549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=1202422775716467549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1202422775716467549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/1202422775716467549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/zombie-love.html' title='Zombie Love'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmu0Jaq_vqE/TVsBCKyUuwI/AAAAAAAAATs/Axa8feT1HZc/s72-c/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-5224080140856088467</id><published>2011-02-13T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:12:09.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 2/13/11</title><content type='html'>Again from Playing For Keeps. In this scene Samantha had the paper print an article about Ryan written by Jenny, a 12 year-old cancer patient that Ryan visits regularly. He's just read it - originally he told Samantha he did not want any publicity but she got around it by having Jenny writing it.  So here Samantha has just asked him if he's mad ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     “You’re like a superhero to her.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Naw, if I was really a superhero I’d find a cure for Jenny’s cancer.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Not even Superman can do that.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Yeah, I know.”  &lt;br /&gt;     His voice broke and she wished she were there to give him a hug.  “Do you want me to come over?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Hell, yeah.  I need to do something manly.”&lt;br /&gt;     Samantha told him she’d be right over, thinking he was the very essence of what a man should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-5224080140856088467?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5224080140856088467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=5224080140856088467' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5224080140856088467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/5224080140856088467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-sentence-sunday-21311.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 2/13/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-2171208327134331345</id><published>2011-02-08T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:13:22.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letters'/><title type='text'>I have not had a letter from you. I feel dry like a desert. - Nelson Mandela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TU73I9j-ivI/AAAAAAAAATk/woN4dP4_XLg/s1600/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TU73I9j-ivI/AAAAAAAAATk/woN4dP4_XLg/s320/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570661522440358642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TU73DGl_wfI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ii6vRe9PUow/s1600/thumbnail-3.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TU73DGl_wfI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ii6vRe9PUow/s320/thumbnail-3.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570661421785530866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela and his wife Winnie kept their love alive during his unjust incarceration through visits and by letters. &lt;br /&gt;Every word went through censors. Sometimes letters never made it through at all. Still, they loved and they wrote. Here is a little of what Nelson Mandela wrote to his wife....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 May 1979&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful photo still stands about two feet above my left shoulder as I write this note. I dust it carefully every morning, for to do so gives me the pleasant feeling that I'm caressing you as in the old days. I even touch your nose with mine to recapture that electric current that used to flush through my blood whenever I did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-2171208327134331345?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2171208327134331345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=2171208327134331345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2171208327134331345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/2171208327134331345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-not-had-letter-from-you-i-feel.html' title='I have not had a letter from you. I feel dry like a desert. - Nelson Mandela'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TU73I9j-ivI/AAAAAAAAATk/woN4dP4_XLg/s72-c/thumbnail-1.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8333477962143142944</id><published>2011-02-06T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:11:50.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six sentence sunday'/><title type='text'>Six Sentence Sunday - 2/6/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUyNzdWkPlI/AAAAAAAAATM/cTJ4pSa2Jg0/s1600/4054240677_92cd0e6017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUyNzdWkPlI/AAAAAAAAATM/cTJ4pSa2Jg0/s320/4054240677_92cd0e6017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569982754342583890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by! &lt;br /&gt;Another one from Playing For Keeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ryan rinsed off quickly, then grabbed a towel from the shelf, and wrapped it around his waist.&lt;br /&gt;     After wiping away the steam on the mirror with a sweep of his hand, he took a long hard look at himself.  He rubbed his fingers across the stubble on his chin.  God, he needed a shave or maybe he needed a new face.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man, I’m getting old.&lt;/span&gt;  Where was the young rookie that used to gaze back at him?  Not that he’d trade places with him - that kid didn’t know shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8333477962143142944?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8333477962143142944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8333477962143142944' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8333477962143142944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8333477962143142944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-sentence-sunday-2611.html' title='Six Sentence Sunday - 2/6/11'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUyNzdWkPlI/AAAAAAAAATM/cTJ4pSa2Jg0/s72-c/4054240677_92cd0e6017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8535920383416860589</id><published>2011-02-03T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:26:00.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letters'/><title type='text'>Who wrote - "Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUggoGi_s0I/AAAAAAAAATA/IePps7gMhsA/s1600/napolean_josephine_robertabaird72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUggoGi_s0I/AAAAAAAAATA/IePps7gMhsA/s320/napolean_josephine_robertabaird72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568736812567868226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon did! Who knew the fearless emperor had it in him? I guess he was passionate about love as he was about war. Here is a love letter he sent to his future wife Josephine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, December 1795  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8535920383416860589?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8535920383416860589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8535920383416860589' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8535920383416860589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8535920383416860589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-wrote-till-then-thousand-kisses-mio.html' title='Who wrote - &quot;Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire.&quot;'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUggoGi_s0I/AAAAAAAAATA/IePps7gMhsA/s72-c/napolean_josephine_robertabaird72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206356204057233607.post-8304624582316608330</id><published>2011-02-01T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:01:03.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letters'/><title type='text'>There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters... I could be their leader.  ~Charlie Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUYf4-yQXmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UJxx6upfl_c/s1600/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUYf4-yQXmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UJxx6upfl_c/s320/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568173053077118562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's February and as Valentine's Day approaches I started thinking about love letters. I did a search and came across one from Mark Twain (Samuel Clemons) that I - well - fell in love with. Here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the depths of my happy heart wells a great tide of love and prayer for this priceless treasure that is confided to my life-long keeping.  You cannot see its intangible waves as they flow towards you, darling, but in these lines you will hear, as it were, the distant beating of the surf.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens), American writer, to Olivia Langdon, his future wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing love letters is sadly a lost art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206356204057233607-8304624582316608330?l=taoofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8304624582316608330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206356204057233607&amp;postID=8304624582316608330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8304624582316608330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206356204057233607/posts/default/8304624582316608330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taoofliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-must-be-millions-of-people-all.html' title='There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters... I could be their leader.  ~Charlie Brown'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949877431810627840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJSKawgpENU/TrhmOBuzKRI/AAAAAAAAAek/iIxlScGuyUQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B13.49.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6I7uUfRn6c/TUYf4-yQXmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UJxx6upfl_c/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
