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term="daddy" /><category term="essay" /><category term="lonlieness" /><category term="roasted veggies" /><category term="Elizabeth Luard" /><category term="allergies" /><category term="quiet" /><category term="wisdom" /><category term="words" /><category term="ten minutes" /><category term="ireland" /><category term="giveaway" /><category term="allergist" /><category term="writers block" /><category term="outdoors" /><category term="beef bourguignon" /><category term="twitter" /><category term="retreat" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="fishing" /><category term="pasta" /><category term="immune system" /><category term="quotes" /><category term="article" /><category term="coffee" /><category term="remember" /><category term="writing" /><category term="Ina Garten" /><category term="Joyce Maynard" /><title>Write Now</title><subtitle type="html">~Write Now...a mother's musings~</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" 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href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/lydiawilliamswritenow" /><feedburner:info uri="lydiawilliamswritenow" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNSH06eyp7ImA9Wx9bE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-3997170079607669594</id><published>2011-02-21T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:29:59.313-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T21:29:59.313-06:00</app:edited><title>Turning a new leaf...</title><summary>It's been four years almost exactly since I gave birth to my precious child.  It's been almost five years since I was married.  It's been just as long since I've felt confident about myself and the way I looked.  So today, I made a choice, finally, to get back to where I feel good about myself.  I joined Weight Watchers Online. I'm telling you only because I need to feel like I've made it known </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3997170079607669594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/turning-new-leaf.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/3997170079607669594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/3997170079607669594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/fPkuq4KKDKQ/turning-new-leaf.html" title="Turning a new leaf..." /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5qPZgVFuSM/TWMs0Y48__I/AAAAAAAAALw/swUdO6YrCUc/s72-c/DSCN1713.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/turning-new-leaf.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICRn49eyp7ImA9Wx9UGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-4882706963717341385</id><published>2011-02-16T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:32:47.063-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T11:32:47.063-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mississippi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="austria" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="housewives" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ina Garten" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Applecake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="European Peasant Cookery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="france" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colcannon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garlic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="julia child" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="busy moms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ireland" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beef bourguignon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Elizabeth Luard" /><title>Make It NO Matter...</title><summary>
This is my new mantra..."make it no matter..."     


No matter if I don't have exactly the tools that the recipe calls for, no matter if I don't have precisely the same ingredients (within reason of course).  

I live on the coast of Mississippi and I have to drive to Louisiana just to find Fennel so when I want to make something and it calls for authentic lard or chervil (a French herb), I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4882706963717341385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/make-it-no-matter.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/4882706963717341385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/4882706963717341385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/fFcPZEbGstY/make-it-no-matter.html" title="Make It NO Matter..." /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLpCDIuCb1I/TVwGuv_UbDI/AAAAAAAAALU/QP-hoXesKXc/s72-c/100_0041.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/make-it-no-matter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BR3wzfCp7ImA9Wx9UF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-8436778270016149141</id><published>2011-02-15T07:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:32:36.284-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T09:32:36.284-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crusty bread" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tomatoes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh herbs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh ingredients" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quick and easy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="roasted veggies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pasta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leeks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best recepi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garlic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zuccini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vegetarian pasta" /><title>Roasted Veggie Pasta</title><summary>Vegetarian pasta dishes are a great way to get a healthy and quick meal on the table in a flash.  My roasted veggie pasta casserole is very good and really easy.  
Roast grape or cherry tomatoes with several cloves of garlic as well as any other veggies on hand.  

Today, I bought five zuccini for $1.50 so I decided to add them.  I also added leeks and sweet peppers.

Chunk chop the other veggies</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8436778270016149141/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/roasted-veggie-pasta.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/8436778270016149141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/8436778270016149141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/Pp5Y5jIkwUY/roasted-veggie-pasta.html" title="Roasted Veggie Pasta" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BApSzOOU9QY/TVneKYml1HI/AAAAAAAAALM/DfN5xZm4JWQ/s72-c/100_0192.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/roasted-veggie-pasta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRXs6eip7ImA9Wx9UF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-8813706925431214039</id><published>2011-02-14T09:51:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:35:14.512-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-14T10:35:14.512-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="top ten" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kitchen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="herbs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lemons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amazon Kindle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="limes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knife" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh ingredients" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food processor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garlic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zester" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="julia child" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cookbooks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kitchen wisdom" /><title>The Key To My Kitchen Happiness</title><summary>Last night I ordered pizza because I was in bed all day with a cold.  Today, as I drink my coffee, sneeze in rapid intervals and nurse myself back, I'm brainstorming dinner ideas for tonight.

I wrote a post a while back about what the key to my writing happiness was.  So I thought I would now do one that explores my kitchen/cooking happiness.

1. A clean house


2. Fresh flowers (I just love </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8813706925431214039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/key-to-my-kitchen-happiness.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/8813706925431214039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/8813706925431214039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/ZOJp_1S-EnY/key-to-my-kitchen-happiness.html" title="The Key To My Kitchen Happiness" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-4g4zeFOTo/TVlHT-OQK7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/046gt3a0Hp8/s72-c/100_0106.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/key-to-my-kitchen-happiness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UEQX4zeCp7ImA9Wx9UFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-5268500902114103181</id><published>2011-02-12T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T08:00:00.080-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-12T08:00:00.080-06:00</app:edited><title>Recipe and Resentment</title><summary>Yesterday I made braised pork chops with pan drippings, left over mashed potatoes (refreshed in the oven), and broccoli with hollandaise.  However my hollandaise was a disaster.  It was supposed to be the star of the plate, but, I failed.  Well I didn't exactly fail, I made it, it tasted good, and I had it sitting aside while I finished the meal.  I read that it can be good up to an hour and 1/2.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5268500902114103181/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/yesterday-i-made-braised-pork-chops.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/5268500902114103181?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/5268500902114103181?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/FtGQikq6l78/yesterday-i-made-braised-pork-chops.html" title="Recipe and Resentment" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JPZGM1vIxo/TVX2rB-rPEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FIwRADi3-GE/s72-c/100_0101.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/yesterday-i-made-braised-pork-chops.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQASHw-fyp7ImA9Wx9UFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-2950639117443402831</id><published>2011-02-11T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:39:09.257-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-11T20:39:09.257-06:00</app:edited><title>Serious Eats, Amazing Sweets</title><summary>Last night I made my own version of a quick beef wellington sort of thing.  Seasoned hamburgers cooked and then placed into puff pastry and baked until golden and oh so inviting.  It was absolutely remarkable, I can't imagine what a real beef wellington tastes like.  Oh my! 


I served it with mashed potatoes and mushroom gravy.  I would have added corn or green beans or even a salad to round it </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2950639117443402831/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/serious-eats-amazing-sweets.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/2950639117443402831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/2950639117443402831?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/S0n3w-hSqH4/serious-eats-amazing-sweets.html" title="Serious Eats, Amazing Sweets" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXb4-qwe0rs/TVXxn6WyfwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5OC5lDcDm78/s72-c/100_0096.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/serious-eats-amazing-sweets.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ADRn85eSp7ImA9Wx9UEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-2783501490159468131</id><published>2011-02-09T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:16:17.121-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-09T11:16:17.121-06:00</app:edited><title>Crème Fraiche Start to Finish</title><summary>I've had creme fraiche on the brain the last couple of days. I started my experiement on Monday night (late) and am happy to report that:  my creme fraiche was a success.  Last night, I placed the thickened creme into a bowl after about 20 hours of standing, uncovered, on my kitchen counter, stirred it up and then transferred it to a clean mason jar and put it in the fridge.

This morning I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2783501490159468131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/creme-fraiche-start-to-finish.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/2783501490159468131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/2783501490159468131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/7eZzLiNJc-Q/creme-fraiche-start-to-finish.html" title="Crème Fraiche Start to Finish" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/TVLINhmp8hI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vi-L9XNKMhc/s72-c/100_0082.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/creme-fraiche-start-to-finish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQ345fyp7ImA9Wx9UEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-6405012459819727125</id><published>2011-02-09T09:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:00:02.027-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-09T09:00:02.027-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eat and write about it" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what's for dinner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fish for dinner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lemon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cream sauce" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="broccoli" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risotto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foodie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="butter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arborio rice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dinner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tilapia" /><title>What's for dinner?</title><summary>Okay, so it turned out well and the family enjoyed it...but...it almost was a disaster. We had Tilapia with a lemon butter cream sauce, French style risotto and steamed broccoli. 
When I say it was almost a disaster it's because the sauce was disgusting the first time around. I tried to duplicate a recipe I saw on Food Network and it didn't go so well. I learned a lot with this meal though and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6405012459819727125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-for-dinner.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/6405012459819727125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/6405012459819727125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/WWaxr6uThmA/whats-for-dinner.html" title="What's for dinner?" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/TVH4mJeIgwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GogH0qqLeBI/s72-c/100_0075.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-for-dinner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QDRHY_fip7ImA9Wx9UEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-3425709298744362922</id><published>2011-02-08T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:49:35.846-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-08T16:49:35.846-06:00</app:edited><title>Crème Fraiche Start</title><summary>I've decided to make my own creme fraiche.  I used a small amount of ingredients for my first time to see how it turns out.  Late last night I got the wild hair to go for it.  

I used just short of 1 cup of heavy whipping cream and 1 1/2 tablespoons of buttermilk.  I combined them in a clear glass jar and left it on the counter with out a lid.  It's supposed to develope into a thick consistancy </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3425709298744362922/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/creme-fraiche-start.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/3425709298744362922?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/3425709298744362922?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/-jYm19ZYLfI/creme-fraiche-start.html" title="Crème Fraiche Start" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/TVHG_e7TBEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/U8G-wpXS1WY/s72-c/Kodak+Pics+Feb+8th+2011+069.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/creme-fraiche-start.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMASX88eyp7ImA9Wx9UEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-5539535678268841208</id><published>2011-02-08T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:34:08.173-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-08T16:34:08.173-06:00</app:edited><title>My Life Needs Some Spice</title><summary>I have recently been exploring my kitchen and the cook books that have been stacked more decoratively than for use.  My mom tried to get me interested in cooking when I was a teenager and although I humored her slightly, it was something I found no delight in.  Now I find myself a wife and mother and I'm also finding my passion for food and preparing healthy and tasty meals for my family.  

I've</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5539535678268841208/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-life-needs-some-spice.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/5539535678268841208?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/5539535678268841208?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/7Gen57tBeaw/my-life-needs-some-spice.html" title="My Life Needs Some Spice" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/TVHEnxBHX6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Esc4GA3TU8U/s72-c/Kodak+Pics+Feb+8th+2011+082.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-life-needs-some-spice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHRH0yfSp7ImA9Wx5aF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-2123613443451628856</id><published>2010-11-13T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:22:15.395-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-13T23:22:15.395-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amazon Kindle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kindle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="e-reader" /><title>Open Mouth, Insert Kindle</title><summary>Not long ago, I wrote a post regarding my fear and lets face it, completely ignorant distaste for e-readers.  I was afraid of what they meant for the livelihood of good old fashioned paper books.

I said that I felt that I would miss the experience of feeling and smelling the paper in my hands while taking on the journey of a book.

I realize how, in our ever changing world of technology as well </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2123613443451628856/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/11/open-mouth-insert-kindle.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/2123613443451628856?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/2123613443451628856?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/w5zKDeDY8HI/open-mouth-insert-kindle.html" title="Open Mouth, Insert Kindle" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/11/open-mouth-insert-kindle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DSXYyfyp7ImA9Wx5TE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-33863116707898448</id><published>2010-07-28T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:21:18.897-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T09:21:18.897-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="power" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knowledge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writers block" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="research" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WIP" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="renewal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fire" /><title>Renewal Through Research</title><summary>I've been blogging about my struggles with my WIP.  Yesterday, in an attempt to renew the fire for my WIP, I decided to do some research.  

When I first thought of the idea for my story I had to do quite a bit of research and I absolutely loved the process.  I've had to do small bits of research throughout as well, but it's been quite some time. 

My story takes place in two different time </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/33863116707898448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/07/renewal-through-research.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/33863116707898448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/33863116707898448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/lMlsdv0EPO4/renewal-through-research.html" title="Renewal Through Research" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/07/renewal-through-research.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCRXc8fyp7ImA9Wx5TE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-5481148139147311923</id><published>2010-07-28T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:56:04.977-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T08:56:04.977-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="on writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffee" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="characters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="research" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quiet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flowers" /><title>My Key to Writing Happiness</title><summary>I woke up this morning to a quiet house.  Husband and son left for work, my daughter fast asleep in her bed.  Just me, the dog, and a pot of coffee.  Perfect time for me to work on my WIP that I'm always talking about.  

Sitting at my computer, at the kitchen table, I had a thought.  What is the key to my happiness?  I'm not talking about the grandiose kind of happiness that one strives for in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5481148139147311923/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-key-to-writing-happiness.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/5481148139147311923?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/5481148139147311923?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/dcibVCP5_cc/my-key-to-writing-happiness.html" title="My Key to Writing Happiness" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-key-to-writing-happiness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFQX89eyp7ImA9Wx5TEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-8622188404734079807</id><published>2010-07-26T16:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:16:50.163-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T16:16:50.163-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="push through it" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="determination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WIP" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self doubt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>Writing is Oxymoronic</title><summary>Writing is oxymoronic. At times it’s debilitating, filling you with misery and self doubt. Not just normal, do I have the talent to do this, but the sort of self doubt that makes you question your existence on this planet. Other times, it's fantastic, as if you’re floating, weightless, among the clouds, as high as humanly possible. 

When you are a stay at home mother, your days are filled with </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8622188404734079807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/07/writing-is-oxymoronic.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/8622188404734079807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/8622188404734079807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/YVzMD7ihF8s/writing-is-oxymoronic.html" title="Writing is Oxymoronic" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/TE351rzSZEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XBDlip7_EC4/s72-c/blackberry+pictures+811.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/07/writing-is-oxymoronic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkANRn05fCp7ImA9WxFaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-6116726113578091762</id><published>2010-07-21T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:06:37.324-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-21T10:06:37.324-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="on writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bookstores" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kindle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paper books" /><title>Paper Books VS Electronic Devices</title><summary>I'm all for technological advancements and admit that some gadgets seem very appealing.  I get that the Kindle or Nook for example take reading to another level in the way that you can take it where ever you go.  However, I'm sad and afraid of what this will eventually mean for the actual paper books that we all so dearly love.  

I am a lover of books, even if I haven't read all of them, I like </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6116726113578091762/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/07/paper-books-vs-electronic-devices.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/6116726113578091762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/6116726113578091762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/zr47ghbT6DQ/paper-books-vs-electronic-devices.html" title="Paper Books VS Electronic Devices" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/07/paper-books-vs-electronic-devices.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIERn4zcSp7ImA9WxFaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-1274613712052130271</id><published>2010-07-16T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:01:47.089-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-16T15:01:47.089-05:00</app:edited><title>Of Sex And Men</title><summary>

Statistics prove that men think about sex every 5.3 seconds. Others argue that it's more along the line of 60 to 90 seconds. Regardless of the exact numbers, we can all agree men think about sex ALOT. This means just (lets just say) 90 seconds after the moment of climax, men are already thinking about when and where they're going to get it next. Tell me honestly then, is there any way at all </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1274613712052130271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-sex-and-men.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/1274613712052130271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/1274613712052130271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/u0eOOYbomNI/of-sex-and-men.html" title="Of Sex And Men" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S-GbOTdZxMI/AAAAAAAAAII/j1vNip47T1g/s72-c/ofsexandmen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-sex-and-men.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcFRnw9fip7ImA9WxFVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-3535908742417338654</id><published>2010-06-18T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:30:17.266-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-18T15:30:17.266-05:00</app:edited><title>Yahoo!!!!   Versatile Blogger Award</title><summary>My twitter friend, Dave Bartlett over at Bartie-Blog has bequeathed me with the Versatile Blogger Award.  I'm so honored to be given this award.  Thank you so much to Dave Bartlett!!!
This is a fantastic way to help each other and spread our voices as writers. I'm so happy to be a part of it. 


 Here's the rules:
 
Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award.

Share 7 things about </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3535908742417338654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/06/yahoo-versatile-blogger-award.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/3535908742417338654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/3535908742417338654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/0BsE-FzfAHY/yahoo-versatile-blogger-award.html" title="Yahoo!!!!   Versatile Blogger Award" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/TBu_Sd0aVQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qj5BprjlObw/s72-c/blog+award.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/06/yahoo-versatile-blogger-award.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUBRXo_fyp7ImA9WxFVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-8421216848434914806</id><published>2010-06-15T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:24:14.447-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-15T18:24:14.447-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tweet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter" /><title>Twitter TWO</title><summary>I was just cleaning up my blog and came across one of my first posts back in July of 2009.  I saw that I had a comment actually on that post "Twitter" from one of my very first twitter friends, and I swear I just now saw the comment.  

Back then I was wishing I had 10 followers.  Now I have almost 250.  Not too many, in the land of Twitter, but nice nevertheless.   

I still however, feel, most </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8421216848434914806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/06/twitter-two.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/8421216848434914806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/8421216848434914806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/9hqRR7_kxDM/twitter-two.html" title="Twitter TWO" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/06/twitter-two.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEGQng-fip7ImA9WxFVFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-962108619903535996</id><published>2010-06-15T16:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:50:23.656-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-15T16:50:23.656-05:00</app:edited><title>Audio to Inspire</title><summary>When I'm feeling down, uninspired I enjoy looking up audio recordings or videos of great authors either reading their work, or giving wisdom to other writers.  It's as if I've invited Virginia Woolf to tea or asked for advice on my career from Katherine Center. 

There is nothing like hearing well written or well thought out words come from someone you aspire to be like.  

I've offered, below, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/962108619903535996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/06/audio-to-inspire.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/962108619903535996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/962108619903535996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/hNGxjN1k21Y/audio-to-inspire.html" title="Audio to Inspire" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/06/audio-to-inspire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHRX48cCp7ImA9WxFVFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-3216450623264810702</id><published>2010-06-15T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:57:14.078-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-15T15:57:14.078-05:00</app:edited><title>~ Remembered Villiage got Published ~</title><summary>Remembered Villiage

Every Writers Resource, a blog/website for writers: http://www.everywritersresource.com/ has published one of my poems, online, at the above link.  Please leave a comment if you like.  I would love to hear what you think.  Thank you!

They are accepting submissions for poetry to be published weekly.  The Every Writers Resource blog also posts several interesting articles for </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3216450623264810702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/3216450623264810702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/3216450623264810702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/5i1ocZj1iLE/httpwww.html" title="~ Remembered Villiage got Published ~" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNR3c-eSp7ImA9WxFRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-2334989791675778266</id><published>2010-05-03T14:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:08:16.951-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-03T15:08:16.951-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnanacy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="allergist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="allergies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="immune system" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="addict" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web sites" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seasonal allergies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food allergies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nose spray" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pet allergies" /><title>Allergy Woes</title><summary>Allergies, in a word, SUCK!Allergies are brought on by our immune systems feeling attacked and fighting back with all their might. I don't know about the next allergy stricken person, but I've had it! My immune system needs a hard fast attitude adjustment. I have no idea what I'm allergic to but it seems to be everything. I'm not talking about food allergies or even pet allergies but those weird </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2334989791675778266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/05/allergy-woes.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/2334989791675778266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/2334989791675778266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/Go2lu0pDHLI/allergy-woes.html" title="Allergy Woes" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S98nq5fr2JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4xGl5nJSRgM/s72-c/allergies.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/05/allergy-woes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGQ38yfCp7ImA9WxFRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-634962505093899744</id><published>2010-05-03T12:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:30:22.194-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-03T14:30:22.194-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aftermath" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gulf of mexico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ocean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="katrina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oil Slick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beach" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seafood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oil Spill" /><title>Oil Between My Toes</title><summary>On the cusp of a life altering event, I sit now in my living room, just outside, within view, lays the Gulf of Mexico. A family and pet friendly, much loved beach that we and many others have enjoyed without worry that it will be taken away from us. That is now about to change. With the oil fast approaching, there is nothing we can do but wait. Already seafood is all but gone. Crippling the job </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/634962505093899744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/05/oil-between-my-toes.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/634962505093899744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/634962505093899744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/EwhPhiqr47s/oil-between-my-toes.html" title="Oil Between My Toes" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S98NGhhVXcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1TQTK7NtJ1k/s72-c/IMG00252.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/05/oil-between-my-toes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIBQ3szfCp7ImA9WxFSEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-6480248565173630076</id><published>2010-04-14T11:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:29:12.584-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-14T11:29:12.584-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sylvia Plath" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="published" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="words" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experience" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="craft" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conviction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unpublished" /><title>Words of Wisdom vs Words of Conviction</title><summary>'Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing' says Sylvia Plath. I think that's probably true if you're a well established writer. But, if you're a new, less published writer, I think there are many other things that stink far more. A teenage boys bedroom for instance.So, I will politely, and with the utmost respect, disagree for my group, which is the latter. A pile of writing is writing </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6480248565173630076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/04/words-of-wisdom-vs-words-of-conviction.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/6480248565173630076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/6480248565173630076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/rc9wyFVSreY/words-of-wisdom-vs-words-of-conviction.html" title="Words of Wisdom vs Words of Conviction" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/04/words-of-wisdom-vs-words-of-conviction.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NQ3Y9eyp7ImA9WxBVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-9118364987981622137</id><published>2010-02-17T19:55:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:41:32.863-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T20:41:32.863-06:00</app:edited><title>Space of my Own</title><summary>Today I decided to create a writing space somewhere in my home. That way I will have a spot to go to when I feel inspired. I don't have enough space to have a room to myself so I had to make do with what I did have. ~~~I chose a corner in our living room. It's well lit, has windows surrounding, and is close to my books. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;~</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/9118364987981622137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/02/space-of-my-own.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/9118364987981622137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/9118364987981622137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/UK_ppOGo2Pk/space-of-my-own.html" title="Space of my Own" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S3ylaLxP3JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d8jAHIePjlc/s72-c/writingspaceBEFORE%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/02/space-of-my-own.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANR384eip7ImA9WxBWFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262504523302044454.post-1885936744672556798</id><published>2010-02-06T17:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:43:16.132-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-06T17:43:16.132-06:00</app:edited><title>Remembered Moment</title><summary>Somewhere in a remembered moment, I can feel the damp air flowing gracefully in through the open screen doors on each side of me. The sun behind the stormy clouds are throwing squiggly shadows about the walls that dance and play, appearing and then vanishing. Soon the wind picks up and carries the salty air off the ocean and into my small room, filling each tiny part. I breath it in deeply with </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1885936744672556798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/02/remembered-moment.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/1885936744672556798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262504523302044454/posts/default/1885936744672556798?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lydiawilliamswritenow/~3/0yXz_FqWoUY/remembered-moment.html" title="Remembered Moment" /><author><name>Lydia LeRoy-Williams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020092474523529493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S8Xn2HskCyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KGBrnHDJZWk/S220/profile+picture.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5buni_o-AcA/S238rVFW6GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mkI7BiMSrKY/s72-c/oregoncoast.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com/2010/02/remembered-moment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

