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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/328222787/someone-pat-me-on-back-please.html" title="Someone pat me on the back... please?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=2052355954467548545" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2052355954467548545/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/2052355954467548545" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/2052355954467548545" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/07/someone-pat-me-on-back-please.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-478142641215024175</id><published>2008-06-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:54:55.627-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money" /><title type="text">The Nitty Gritty of The Debt</title><content type="html">In March of this year I posted that Major Man and I had decided to do a little switcheroo with the money responsibilities. It was a little difficult for me to take, since I've always been the one in control. So it was a matter of letting go and trusting someone else. Something that should be easy with your husband, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. Yes, it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a few bumps in the road but I wanted to tell you that we have gotten rid of &lt;strong&gt;$18,495&lt;/strong&gt; worth of debt. In four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of that was selling my truck, which (despite the doom and gloom prognosis) sold for more than I owed on it. I've also had good luck with sales at the Day Job and Major Man has put most of his paycheques towards the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how we did it? We just followed &lt;a href="http://www.gailvazoxlade.com/blog/"&gt;Gail Vaz-Oxlade's &lt;/a&gt;advice to the letter. She's one straight-talking lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/304184066/too-true.html" title="Too True" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=4405017662953836382" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4405017662953836382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/4405017662953836382" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/4405017662953836382" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-true.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-7948399699762497690</id><published>2008-06-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:12:02.128-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marketing" /><title type="text">Place Five Arrows in Your Marketing Quiver By Paul Lima</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oz0QnfI7tGI/SEXruHXrcgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8IXW3ShX5bs/s1600-h/quiver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207827721608720898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oz0QnfI7tGI/SEXruHXrcgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8IXW3ShX5bs/s400/quiver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Freelance writers like to write. Freelance editors like to edit. Few like to get out there and sell their services. I find that ironic, because most sales efforts require writing and editing. Think telemarketing scripts, sales letters, promotional e-mails, advertising copy, direct mail brochures, Web copy, media releases, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it, as writers and editors, we can so easily do for others what we struggle to do for ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple. Many freelance writers and editors, even those who work for corporate markets, don’t understand that they are in business and they fail to apply basic business principles to their freelance business.&lt;br /&gt;Once you accept that you are in business and that marketing is part of what makes a business successful, it is easier to use basic sales and marketing tools to develop your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any business, I have five arrows in my marketing quiver. I shoot them all a planned and systematic manner to generate new and repeat business. The five arrows include:&lt;br /&gt;* Maintain my website&lt;br /&gt;* Generate repeat business, testimonials and referrals&lt;br /&gt;* Network with friends, relatives, associates and organizations&lt;br /&gt;* Advertising and promotion&lt;br /&gt;* Cold calling and mailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website&lt;br /&gt;You can be in business without a website, but it is becoming more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;My website contains information about me and my services and books as well as testimonials and examples of my writing. When I promote my books and services, I always include my website address (&lt;a href="http://www.paullima.com/"&gt;http://www.paullima.com/&lt;/a&gt;) so that those interested in buying what I am selling can find out more from me. In addition, my website is optimized for search engines so it shows up in search results based on key words such as “copywriter Toronto”, “freelance writer Toronto”, “media interview trainer” and others. Over half my new business comes from searches, so it pays to have a website and optimize it for search engines, as I explain in my book, "How to Optimize Your Website for the Best Possible Search Engine Results" (&lt;a href="http://www.paullima.com/books"&gt;www.paullima.com/books&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Business&lt;br /&gt;As any retailer can tell you, their next customer is most likely to be a previous customer. But they don’t wait for repeat customers to walk through the door. They use direct mail and other means to invite them to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you asked previous clients if they needed your services? Out of site is out of mind, so contact previous clients once every few months – a short email message will do – and make generating repeat business one of your marketing strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most businesses also know that positive word of mouth is their friend.&lt;br /&gt;Deliver the goods and happy customers are likely to tell others about you.&lt;br /&gt;You can sit back and hope your clients will tell others about you, or you can motivate positive word of mouth by asking your clients – by phone or email – for referrals and testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Networking&lt;br /&gt;You can also ask people you know to tell others about you. This simple but powerful marketing tool is known as networking. Make a list of all the people you know – friends, relative, associates – and make sure they know what you are doing and who you are doing it for. Ask them if they can pass on your name, email address and website address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of organized groups – chambers of commerce, boards of trades, and trade associations – stage formal networking events. If you are not at those events, you are not meeting potential new clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising &amp;amp; Promotion&lt;br /&gt;Why not advertise? That’s right, pay to promote your services. Whenever I suggest this to freelance writers and editors, they look askance – as if it were a sin to spend money on marketing. I am not suggesting your run a full page ad in the Toronto Star. However, if you write for the automotive or financial services industry, why not take out a small ad or classified ad in a trade publication that reaches your audience? Consider advertising in the Yellow Pages and on websites that reach your target market. Also, look into running targeted Pay Per Click ads on Google. It’s what other businesses do to reach their target markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not promote your services? What do you specialize in? Writing or editing proposals for the not-for-profit sector? Writing or editing IT training manuals? Writing or editing legal, financial, healthcare, government, or other documents? Whatever you do, let the editors of publications that reach your target market know that you are willing to be interviewed for articles that deal with communication issues or strategies. You may even be asked to write a short article on your area of expertise for the publication. That is solid exposure for freelancer writers or editors who are targeting the corporate sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold calling&lt;br /&gt;Use the Web or business directories to source business contact information and promote your services using cold calling or direct mail. Since marketing is, in many ways, a numbers game, you should be sending out five or more direct mail pitches per week or making five or more cold calls. Your goal here is to land new clients you can convert into repeat business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every arrow in the marketing quiver will hit the target every time, but if you are not taking shots in a controlled and systematic manner, you will never hit the target. So remind yourself that you are in business, and start marketing like it matters. Because if you are in business, marketing does matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright, 2008: Paul Lima is a Freelance Writer, Writing Trainer, and author of "The Six-Figure Freelance: How to Find, Price, and Manage Corporate Writing Assignments" and seven other books and short reports (&lt;a href="http://www.paullima.com/books"&gt;www.paullima.com/books&lt;/a&gt;). 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I spoke with one friend who has a great start on a writing career and just needs to up her game a bit, and another younger writer who is certain that This Is Her Career but needs to know how to get started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to give the best advice I could and thought I'd share some of it here, maybe a bit better written (I hope) than spoken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ou are a writer, but you are also a salesperson. You are selling a product that is part YOU and part WORDS. About 3/4 of your pitch is about the product. 1/4 is why you are the writer for the job. If you are less experienced, you may need a little less space for YOU, but don't discredit what you have to offer: personal experience, schooling, work history, awards, accreditation, letters behind your name... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hen you pitch a query, think of it as, well, a pitch. You are getting ready to throw a ball to a batter and that batter can hit it or not. You want the batter to hit it, so get ready. Perfect it, make it a nice round package, then lob it carefully. It may fall flat, it may get knocked out of the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ou cannot control what the editor accepts, you can only control what you put out into the world. So work hard on developing your queries first in your niche area (whatever you decide that is) and then broadening out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the editor wants, is a great writer who pitches a great story with a unique angle and written in a compelling voice (one that compels the reader to continue reading), even if the topic is somewhat dry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://blog.junta42.com/content_marketing_blog/2008/04/the-relationshi.html"&gt;a great post&lt;/a&gt; (hat/tip &lt;a href="http://michellerafter.wordpress.com/"&gt;WordCount/by Michelle Vranizan Rafter&lt;/a&gt;) on the topic of what editors want from freelancers. One of my favourite bits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s The Value?&lt;/strong&gt; Unfortunately, the law of supply and demand dictates the market for freelancers. There are tons of freelancers out there. (I didn’t say they were good, just that they’re out there.) Everyone wants to write and thinks they can write. So, how valuable are freelancers? Valuable if they deliver. That means they meet deadlines, the copy is tight and bright, they follow the assignment sheet, they keep you abreast of developments, especially problems, and they contact you early – not the day before – when a sticky point develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my freelancers should probably get more money from me. I don’t want to lose him, but there’s something called a budget. So I pay him within one week (or less) when he turns in the assignment. And I have only sent one assignment back for a minor touch-up in about five years. Any follow-up, I do. What I’m doing is keeping his workload to a minimum and paying faster than anyone in the freelance universe. He loves working with me, and I enjoy working with him. I’m also appalled that the freelance market doesn’t pay any better today (per word) than it did 25 years ago. Supply and demand. There will always be more supply than demand – and the wages reflect that reality.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go and check it out and start pitching those editors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/299224298/what-heck-do-you-want-from-me.html" title="What The Heck Do You Want From Me???" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=6945071233488455502" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/6945071233488455502/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/6945071233488455502" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/6945071233488455502" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-heck-do-you-want-from-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-602747840673341695</id><published>2008-05-26T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:06:44.521-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grrr" /><title type="text">Dear Jerk Face</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oz0QnfI7tGI/SDrcR2-0AeI/AAAAAAAAAik/idkYjizIEKU/s1600-h/DSC_0001-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714518754886114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oz0QnfI7tGI/SDrcR2-0AeI/AAAAAAAAAik/idkYjizIEKU/s320/DSC_0001-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jerk Face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to guess that when you sideswiped my car sometime between Saturday night and Sunday morning, you didn't know everything that we have been going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't know how hard it's been, climbing slowly out from under debt accrued living in this expensive city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't know that this car represented something for me. It was just about to become 'my' car, as we sold my beloved truck to save money on fuel and car payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month we put over $1000 into it, getting the brakes done. We bought it last year from my former in-laws. It was my former father-in-law's car and he and I havent' always gotten along, but you know what? When I drove this car I thought nice thoughts about him because it had been maintained very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oz0QnfI7tGI/SDrcSG-0AfI/AAAAAAAAAis/ljEXuyHeWH4/s1600-h/DSC_0004-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714523049853426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oz0QnfI7tGI/SDrcSG-0AfI/AAAAAAAAAis/ljEXuyHeWH4/s320/DSC_0004-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even harboured these secret feelings that in a way he'd passed it down to me. We were going to take care of it. The two car seats nestled in the back might have given you an idea that this is a family car. This is our family's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, now we face the possibility that it gets written off. Because the damage is enough that we need to inform the insurance company and they get to decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't very well drive around without a side mirror, can I? And the damage sticker is good for only so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I did not find out about this yesterday when I was having A Day From Hell. It might have pushed me over the edge. But this morning when I drove the kids to school there was a wonderful song playing: "on Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, I will not be moved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I won't be moved. I won't give in to the anger that I feel right now. I won't Lose. My. Shit. I won't let this dissuade me. I know that people are fallible. I know that if you were in a good place, you would have left a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WpFid43xW8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WpFid43xW8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Like the G Spot But Less Fun.</title><content type="html">I’ve taken off about ten days of work (started  yesterday) so I can get some writing done. I have much to do. One book to write, another to edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit like I’m cheating because my daughter is at day care and my son is in school. Well, the school thing isn’t really cheating. But having my daughter in day care while I’m at home writing – that feels a lot like cheating. It’s not like I haven’t put in my time of writing during nap times and after the kids go to bed. But a big shadowy part of me sits inside my chest saying “you should have your kids with you,  you’re a writing mother, not a single lady, your kids neeeeed you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;a href="http://joshilynjackson.com/index.html"&gt;Joshilyn&lt;/a&gt; takes off for a week sans children to write. I wonder if she feels guilty. When &lt;a href="http://www.shirleyjump.com/dynamic/default.aspx"&gt;Shirley&lt;/a&gt; has cleaners come in during the week I wonder if she feels guilty. I don’t think that they should at all. I think that they have made very smart decisions to do what works for them so they can get their writing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes me so special that I should feel guilty about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really, in fact, just typing that out made that little shadowy part of me shrink just a smidge. I don’t feel guilty when I go off to work – it’s something that just needs to be done. So I’m going to excise the guilt right now. The best way to do it is to get to work. Because if I’m sitting here eating bon-bons, then guilt might be called for. But I’m not. I’m working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I just say: this is my ideal working environment. At home, in the quiet. Do you hear that husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Man and I have an ongoing discussion about the eventuality of me staying at home to write. I’m sure it will happen one day. But I have a Day Job that is kind of satisfying, a nice place to work with opportunities for advancement. But I wonder if it’s as satisfying as the job I have at home, as a writing mother. My instincts tell me it’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I come across something else I could be doing if I were writing at home. There are courses I could be planning and teaching. There are other books to write. There are articles zinging around in my head that I have no time to query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly lurk at a web site called &lt;a href="http://www.freelancesuccess.com/"&gt;Freelance Success&lt;/a&gt;, or FLX for short. It’s full to the brim with writers who are making good money at their trade. Some are in the six figures. To read their posts is like sipping on a cappuccino of inspiration. I feel the jolt of “I can do that”. Sometimes I actually feel my heart rate increase, or I get goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there’s the safety of my job. The security. There’s the rub. Security. Ensconced in my cubicle farm where I can make decisions; where my ego is massaged daily with “I know who will know: Heather will know” and the almost weekly pats on the back from my boss. These keep me there. Should they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t it be better to taste the unsecure freedom? Up until recently, I’ve been the breadwinner. Major Man has had one setback after another when it came to employment. Up here in Canuckistan they just didn’t understand his military background and that it prepared him for more that shooting at things in a tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he’s in a training class that – if he passes – could transition into a great job. If it does, he’ll shoot past me in the earning department. And if we’ve been able to survive on one income for three years…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/296753198/g-word-like-g-spot-but-less-fun.html" title="The G Word. Like the G Spot But Less Fun." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=5921196606110304091" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5921196606110304091/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/5921196606110304091" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/5921196606110304091" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/g-word-like-g-spot-but-less-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-5820806167440980671</id><published>2008-05-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:45:31.150-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grrr" /><title type="text">What Would You Do?</title><content type="html">I have a question, I've posted it at my &lt;a href="http://blog.canadianparents.com/serenitynow/"&gt;Canadian Parents blog&lt;/a&gt;, would you mind comin' over and answering it for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/296722781/what-would-you-do.html" title="What Would You Do?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=5820806167440980671" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5820806167440980671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/5820806167440980671" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/5820806167440980671" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-would-you-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-6894962389347460182</id><published>2008-05-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:58:34.394-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writers I Admire" /><title type="text">Have I said this before?</title><content type="html">I know I recommended the book before, but really... now I really, really want to recommend it. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FBetween-Interruptions-Women-Truth-Motherhood%2Fdp%2F1552639118%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1211345835%26sr%3D1-1&amp;amp;tag=thewrimot-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;Between Interruptions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="1" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thewrimot-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" border="0" /&gt; is a book edited by Cori Howard and it's the first book in a good long while that has had me crying in the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I don't do that. Normally I read a book in kind of a rushed, sneak it in while you can before the baby wakes, sort of way. But there are essays or "&lt;a href="http://www.themomoirproject.com/"&gt;momoirs&lt;/a&gt;" in this book got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing Mothers should read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find yourself in its pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/293261993/wanna-come-to-church.html" title="Wanna come to church?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=8295419494581348213" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8295419494581348213/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/8295419494581348213" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/8295419494581348213" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/wanna-come-to-church.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-7023167623021142458</id><published>2008-05-14T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:05:15.068-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="From the Internets" /><title type="text">Spark your creativity</title><content type="html">I don't know about you, but sometimes my creative juices have done dried up. (No, I'm not Southern, I'm channelling... ) But between the early mornings and late evenings, it can be hard to get anything written. Even blog posts. (Um, did you notice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a cool little site to get you writing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneword.com/"&gt;One Word&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 60 seconds to write about one word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/290648240/spark-your-creativity.html" title="Spark your creativity" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=7023167623021142458" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/7023167623021142458/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/7023167623021142458" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/7023167623021142458" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/spark-your-creativity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-7254927924948109363</id><published>2008-05-11T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:36:01.006-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writers I Admire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="From the Internets" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">Here's a great talk from &lt;a href="http://www.jodipicoult.com/"&gt;Jodi Picoult &lt;/a&gt;on how she did research for her latest book. Honestly I have always been a bit pro-capital punishment.... but I waffle. It's not really a subject that the affected can waffle about, is it? Jodi's experience is quite dramatic, and she's a good storyteller:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vk6bYl7wW1U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vk6bYl7wW1U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/286514211/strangely-enough-id-probably-not-take.html" title="Strangely enough, I'd probably NOT take the cash and run." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=119092137311941746" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/119092137311941746/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/119092137311941746" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/119092137311941746" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/strangely-enough-id-probably-not-take.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-3531882170952187559</id><published>2008-05-05T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:52:47.315-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writers I Admire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="From the Internets" /><title type="text">Somedays it's intimidating out there...</title><content type="html">I find it staggering ... simply staggering... the number of wonderful women writers on the web. (I was going to say 'female' but my &lt;a href="http://www.ucalgary.ca/nu/scholarly/kinch"&gt;favourite feminist on the planet &lt;/a&gt;says that We Are Women! not 'females')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing is there to be discovered on the web. So many wonderful writers that I might never have heard of if it weren't for the interwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there's &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/"&gt;Dooce&lt;/a&gt;. Heather Armstrong. First woman blogger I know whose blog became a verb. If you got fired for blogging about work... you were dooced. She does this thing where she blogs each month of her daughter's life. She's up to 51 months and &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/2008/05/02/newsletter-month-fifty-and-fifty-one"&gt;this last month&lt;/a&gt; was one of the best posts ever because it wasn't just to her daughter today... it was to her daughter in 12 years or so when she's on the internet, reading what her mom wrote about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;a href="http://kiwords.blogs.com/"&gt;Kira at Kiwords&lt;/a&gt;. I can honestly tell you that Kira has made me a better mom. I've never read anyone who could write so beautifully about the simplist things... soon I was looking at things differently. Small things became magnified. Raising my kids because more of an adventure than a task. Sometimes she comes up with lines like "Raphael is completely enthralled with his cup, and wore it most of the day on Saturday. It protected his young squishy boyness during a particularly brutal game of Wii baseball, and also kept him safe during multiple thunks with his own delighted knuckles." That made me smile so hard my son saw me and said "mommy, what is that face you are making!?" I do smile, really, just not normally that crazily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://wouldashoulda.com/"&gt;Mir&lt;/a&gt;, who is, like, the bloggy queen in my books. So many times I've laughed out loud at something she's said, even when it's as short as "I. Lost. My. Shit." which caused me to make another laughy face ... except I was at work and someone passed by and said "UH, what are you laughing at?" and I couldn't really tell them because, um, hello web surfer at work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No list would be complete without &lt;a href="http://www.joshilynjackson.com/mt/"&gt;Joshilyn &lt;/a&gt;who - I think - invented The Mental Illness Number along with the term Best Beloveds (which is how I sometimes want to address my team at work, 'cept it's not really appropriate for the work setting!) But I love how she makes me feel ... the same, and yet, sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are new ones that I'm finding all the time. &lt;a href="http://motherhooduncensored.typepad.com/motherhood_uncensored/"&gt;Motherhood Uncensored&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://edgymama.com/"&gt;Edgy Mama&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mommyneedscoffee.com/"&gt;Mommy Needs Coffee&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://theredneckmommy.com/"&gt;Attack of the Redneck Mommy&lt;/a&gt;. And so many more ... I mean, just look at my links over there on the right ------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is your favourite &lt;s&gt;female&lt;/s&gt; woman blogger and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWritingMother/~3/284400790/somedays.html" title="Somedays it's intimidating out there..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19507589&amp;postID=3531882170952187559" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3531882170952187559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/3531882170952187559" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19507589/posts/default/3531882170952187559" /><author><name>Serenity Now!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://thewritingmother.blogspot.com/2008/05/somedays.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507589.post-4592112255917849715</id><published>2008-05-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:04:54.678-07:00</updated><title type="text">RIP Eight Belles</title><content type="html">This past weekend saw the 134th running of the Kentucky Derby. This is one third of the famed "Triple Crown" and very few fillies have run the race, it's a boy's club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a little filly named Eight Belles was going to give it a go. The reporters called her a "pro" and "unflappable". Some horses just have a workmanlike attitude. They know their job, they want to do their job, they want a purpose. You know when you ride these horses that they like their job. Some might disagree, they might say we force them to work. To those people I say that you've never seen two horses race each other by themselves. You've never seen a cutting horse cut plastic bag blowing in the wind, just because. You've never seen a horse nudge his handler to get into the ring or rub its head on its owner's arm and nudge for treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Belles was one of those horses. You can see in her warm-ups that she's running free from pain. A horse in pain does not keep her ears forward and her eyes so alert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mi9H_G4ztIU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mi9H_G4ztIU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell, breaking both ankles. Or perhaps breaking her ankles caused the fall. There is no way to know. But I've been on horses when they fall down. In fact, my first horse, a standardbred ex-racehorse had stopped racing due to an ankle injury. He was put down after I was riding him (years after his original injury) and he tripped, re-fracturing his ankle. And that was at a slow pace. I have no doubts that going as fast as Eight Belles was going, that she tripped and broke both ankles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it as you rollerblading, tripping and trying to brace yourself with both hands. It's so very sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright The Writing Mother (Heather Cook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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