<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:11:02.325-07:00</updated><category term='toning shoes'/><category term='Seattle Seahawks'/><category term='Mockingjay'/><category term='Linger'/><category term='Hater'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='the original a dinerant'/><category term='David Moody'/><category term='start again next week'/><category term='service learning'/><category term='Tom Leveen'/><category term='Vladimir Tod'/><category term='Chicken Big'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='Zombieland'/><category term='David Wiesner'/><category term='The Proposal movie'/><category term='California pizza kitchen'/><category term='Murder in E-Flat Major'/><category term='Supernatural'/><category term='powells city of books'/><category term='Ron Lovell'/><category term='unemployment'/><category term='book review'/><category term='volunteering'/><category term='job interview'/><category term='PNBA'/><category term='scholastic book fair'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Elvis Presley'/><category term='Fred Meyer'/><category term='headache'/><category term='YA'/><category term='diary of a wimpy kid'/><title type='text'>Patti Haack's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-6615742409540748253</id><published>2010-10-20T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:21:57.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started painting again. I took classes 15 years ago with an instructor in Oregon City. My stuff was VERY cartoon-like and I wasn’t pleased with my progress after 1 year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I found Melissa Gannon at an Art Fair at the (Un)Covered Wagons in Oregon City about 5 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I took classes for a few years – and I improved. Less cartoon-like and more “realistic.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life happened and I dropped out for about 1.5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was working this summer – and the kiddos and I made our own watercolour paints. I brought in some of my watercolours for them to look at as they explored their own art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought: “I should be painting again.” And I signed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started back at the end of September – and have made 3 out of the 4 paintings. (I saw Mo Willems during one the class periods.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here they are. Not hideous. There are some great parts, some good parts, and some awful parts. But, I’m learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first assignment was an exploration in tints, shades, and tones. We traced our hands and went from there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TL8IccKp1uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/m_erf7BS8sc/s320/92710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530148152124495586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we did sunflowers. Egads. Not my best work, but I learned a lot about glazing (a layer of thin paint over existing paint). The darker red is a glaze placed over other shape-defining colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TL8IqkrlovI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Q5y7sGEjjSo/s320/101110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530148394928284402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week, we painted peaches. I SUCK at leaves. TOTALLY SUCK at leaves. But the peaches aren’t too bad. One kinda looks like a butt. ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TL8I2bF9nGI/AAAAAAAAAME/quiSUrIA618/s320/101810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530148598512983138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week I think we are painting leaves. I think. Gads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-6615742409540748253?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/6615742409540748253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/painting-class.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6615742409540748253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6615742409540748253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/painting-class.html' title='Painting Class'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TL8IccKp1uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/m_erf7BS8sc/s72-c/92710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-683510390587304374</id><published>2010-10-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:21:09.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vladimir Tod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Wiesner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PNBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>PNBA – Days Two and Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The last two days of PNBA were a whirlwind. I did a variety of tasks: registration desk, author signings, breakfast with the authors, and door. But on each day, I ended up doing “Library/Breakdown” which is always awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick introduction, too. This is Lana (I’m in the orange beside her). She introduced me to PNBA after we volunteered at Willamette Writers last year. THANK YOU, LANA! This is a great experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZDvRz8SI/AAAAAAAAALU/tq731ZlEHZo/s1600/me_lana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZDvRz8SI/AAAAAAAAALU/tq731ZlEHZo/s320/me_lana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527562775921160482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Day Two was business as usual. I met a few people. I hung out with friends I hadn’t seen in a while. And I was present at the author’s breakfast. There were 4 authors: two adult titles and two children’s/YA titles. I was lucky to get a copy of David Wiesner’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Art &amp;amp; Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, which is a children’s book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZOIJlqvI/AAAAAAAAALc/70rduz_xBwk/s1600/wiesner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZOIJlqvI/AAAAAAAAALc/70rduz_xBwk/s320/wiesner.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527562954396248818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Wiesner is a three-time Caldecott winner (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Flotsam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; is delish). He signed his newest book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Art &amp;amp; Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, which is a gem! The art is beautiful and the story is both amusing and profound. His presentation was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Day Three, I came away with a few prizes, which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir Tod is a series of YA books that I just got into – and I am enjoying them immensely. The first is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eighth Grade Bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. I’m sure you get the idea! On the last day, as people were packing up, I got a free bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZXXp9BBI/AAAAAAAAALk/ft3ARTBPyQg/s1600/vlad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZXXp9BBI/AAAAAAAAALk/ft3ARTBPyQg/s320/vlad.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527563113177351186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last goodie was a real surprise. A book representative was offering t-shirts from a book called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Chicken Big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; On the last day, as I was cleaning up, she handed me one and I said “thank you.” I wasn’t quite sure what I was thanking her for. Check out this shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZdy1aLeI/AAAAAAAAALs/BzDRhAOGfys/s1600/chickenbig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZdy1aLeI/AAAAAAAAALs/BzDRhAOGfys/s320/chickenbig.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527563223552372194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a story about a “critter” who emerges from an egg and all the other barnyard animals wonder “what is it?” Delightful story. It’s a little huge for me, but I’m wearing the shirt to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year? ABSOLUTELY! The volunteer coordinator is going to give me additional duties next year. I had a ball again! Thanks to Ben for helping me understand the author signing routine, to “the sisters” for helping me learn the ins and outs, to Larry and Karen for giving me the right amount of responsibility at the registration desk, and to Lana for introducing me to this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-683510390587304374?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/683510390587304374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/pnba-days-two-and-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/683510390587304374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/683510390587304374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/pnba-days-two-and-three.html' title='PNBA – Days Two and Three'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TLXZDvRz8SI/AAAAAAAAALU/tq731ZlEHZo/s72-c/me_lana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-1443707621562414000</id><published>2010-10-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:34:26.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Lovell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder in E-Flat Major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PNBA'/><title type='text'>PNBA – Day One</title><content type='html'>Again, I am volunteering at the PNBA Trade Show. PNBA = Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association. I had a complete ball last year so I was invited back to volunteer all three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was a part of the Author Night Capper. About 20 - 30 authors from all over the Pacific Northwest (mostly) participated. Books varied from non-fiction to cookbooks to adult fiction to children’s books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And – once again – I was honoured to be seated with a fantastic author: Ron Lovell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TK85YF-WpsI/AAAAAAAAALE/53cG7bfCJcA/s1600/Me_and_Ron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TK85YF-WpsI/AAAAAAAAALE/53cG7bfCJcA/s320/Me_and_Ron.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525698353890240194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is a former Journalism professor at OSU who retired a while ago. Now, he writes a &lt;a href="http://www.martindalemysteries.com"&gt;mystery series with a professor as the protagonist&lt;/a&gt;: Thomas Martindale! The book he brought with him last night is the 8th in the series, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;M&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;urder in E-Flat Major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which was released last July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TK85gxTseEI/AAAAAAAAALM/uJa9MYTojQI/s1600/Rons_book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TK85gxTseEI/AAAAAAAAALM/uJa9MYTojQI/s320/Rons_book.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525698502961428546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat with Ron, he regaled me with funny stories about some of his signings – and offered fantastic advice for when I’m sitting on that side of the table autographing my books. ☺ And it was neat to see book buyers and booksellers talk to him about his series. Some were fakey-fake, but most were genuine and pleased that he has a new book out. Some just wanted books for their Christmas list, I’m sure. Giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m about 1/3 of the way through the book – and it’s wonderful. The cover is absolutely gorgeous (as you can see from the picture) and each chapter number is enveloped in a cello. His details are spot-on without being overwhelming and his characters are intelligent, interesting, and very human. The Pacific Northwest comes alive in his books as it takes place (mostly) on the Oregon coast: Newport, Yaquina Bay, and Drift Creek Falls. I will offer a full review at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I head back this afternoon. I’m working ½ day today doing registration and clean-up so that we can be ready for Saturday. I’m working the entire day on Saturday: 7:30 to about 3:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy! Busy! But I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-1443707621562414000?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/1443707621562414000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/pnba-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1443707621562414000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1443707621562414000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/pnba-day-one.html' title='PNBA – Day One'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TK85YF-WpsI/AAAAAAAAALE/53cG7bfCJcA/s72-c/Me_and_Ron.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-9013605182355730870</id><published>2010-10-05T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:27:03.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Willems – LIVE</title><content type='html'>(all photos were taken with my iPhone – some are good. Some are not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy with volunteering, work, family, the gym, and writing. But I did manage to squeeze out a bit of time to see &lt;a href="http://www.mowillems.com"&gt;Mo Willems&lt;/a&gt; live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event started at 6:30. I arrived around 6, thinking that I had plenty of time. Boy, was I wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCAlf4vbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5zAa1MzFCL0/s1600/busy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCAlf4vbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5zAa1MzFCL0/s320/busy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524581945733332402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barnes and Noble area was PACKED! When I arrived, a busload (FULL) was unloading parents, teachers, and children from one of the school districts 20 or so miles away. Barnes and Noble was smart in that they handed out bracelets with numbers on them. They were the numbers for our place in the autographing line. Here’s mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCKAwUcrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O_xsEaiYI3k/s320/band_no.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524582107668837042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That’s 186! I was chatting with a few people and their numbers were in the 200 and 300 categories. Later, I was speaking with a teacher who left – she gave me her bracelet with 182 on it. I gave that to a woman with a bracelet in the 290s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for location, most of the time, I was stuck behind a pillar near the down escalator. Mo was somewhere beyond the sea of people. Can you see him? He has a beard. (Notice the people climbing over the bookshelves to see him? There were hundreds of people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCaarpoxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/z41Z_4aBmfw/s1600/over_there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCaarpoxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/z41Z_4aBmfw/s320/over_there.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524582389506482962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He read his newest – and final – Knuffle Bunny book (&lt;a href="http://mowillemsstuff.blogspot.com/search/label/books"&gt;Knuffle Bunny Free&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://mowillemsstuff.blogspot.com/search/label/books"&gt;We Are in a Book&lt;/a&gt;, then he took questions and began signing. After the first 100 people went, I found a seat – and got to see Mo in person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCoHUgpHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/X6gYBnnMu_4/s1600/signing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCoHUgpHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/X6gYBnnMu_4/s320/signing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524582624827319410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked us to respect the fact that he doesn’t like flash photography – and most people were great with it. A few may not have known or were confused, but that was very very rare. So, that’s why my photos are a little grainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a woman who had bracelet #157 – and she asked me to join her in line. I did. And I think she saved me an additional 30 minutes that night. Bless her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after much ado, I finally got to see Mo – and get his autograph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCw_wj36I/AAAAAAAAAKs/AKkYi0ZI30M/s1600/me_mo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCw_wj36I/AAAAAAAAAKs/AKkYi0ZI30M/s320/me_mo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524582777416310690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mo signed my copy of Naked Mole Rat Gets Dressed, which is my very first introduction to Mo Willems’ work. It’s fantastic. A naked mole rat who pooh-poohs society and wears clothes. BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtC6IHkHDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3qVTiM4tsZA/s1600/naked.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtC6IHkHDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3qVTiM4tsZA/s320/naked.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524582934279101490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my aunt’s books for 2 of the kiddos in her life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtDEWCfrAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d8_ESQBOKFU/s1600/aunt_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtDEWCfrAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d8_ESQBOKFU/s320/aunt_r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524583109814627330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have The Pigeon Wants a Puppy! also – and it’s wonderful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was 2 ½ hours of my life last night. And well worth it! Thank you to Susie who saved me by asking me to join her in line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-9013605182355730870?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/9013605182355730870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/mo-willems-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/9013605182355730870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/9013605182355730870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/mo-willems-live.html' title='Mo Willems – LIVE'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TKtCAlf4vbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5zAa1MzFCL0/s72-c/busy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-8158408350935422594</id><published>2010-10-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:40:22.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruiser by Neal Shusterman (a review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6831917-bruiser" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bruiser" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1276039940m/6831917.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6831917-bruiser"&gt;Bruiser&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19564.Neal_Shusterman"&gt;Neal Shusterman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/122258523"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t blown through a 300+ word book in less than a day in a long, long time. I started this at bedtime, thinking that I would read for ½ an hour and then sleep. I read for nearly 2 hours – until I was exhausted and couldn’t focus on the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This morning, I picked it up and zoomed through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Absolutely fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Both with realistic and (light) fantasy elements, Bruiser is a literary vortex that sucked me in and didn’t let go – even now that I have finished the book. This is the story of Brewster Rawlins, a boy with a loner reputation – and the leave-me-alone personality to go with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When Brewster is be-friended by Bronte and Tennyson, his life becomes more of an open book. He likes to read Ginsberg, play basketball, and protect his 8-year-old brother from their mean, spiteful, drunk of an uncle. But he holds a secret that he isn’t willing to reveal – even if it means a world of hurt for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ellen Hopkins (of Crank fame) writes that this is a “dark and darkly humorous, intense and intensely satisfying” read. Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/1034079-patti-haack"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-8158408350935422594?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/8158408350935422594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/bruiser-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8158408350935422594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8158408350935422594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/10/bruiser-review.html' title='Bruiser by Neal Shusterman (a review)'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-4568267205356410703</id><published>2010-09-27T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:41:08.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moody'/><title type='text'>Hater by David Moody (a review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/263460.Hater" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hater (Hater, #1)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1266509430m/263460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/263460.Hater"&gt;Hater&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/117582.David_Moody"&gt;David Moody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/122302029"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amid the governmental warnings, "Do Not Panic," "Remain Calm," "Take Shelter," and "Wait For Further Instructions," seemingly-nice citizens of an urban metropolis start killing each other. It's only a few incidents at first, but the violence escalates and the killers are dubbed "Haters" by the media. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fear is the order of the day as people are slaughtered by strangers, friends, co-workers, and family. The Haters kill with whatever they have: guns, knives, rocks, their bare hands. Frenzied attacks become more and more commonplace. And in the life of Danny  McCoyne, family man and man without ambition, protecting his family becomes increasingly important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It seems pretty cut and dry as the reader tears through the pages of the novel to get to the truth: "who are the Haters...?" And at the end, do we really know? For some of us, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dubbed "brutal" and "eerie and violent," the dark and controversial  Hater is definitely not for the weak of stomach. Me? I've got the constitution of a person who has read and watched horror for more than 4 decades. I was weaned on Bela Lugosi films and grew up with Stephen King novels. A friend once said - because it is rare that something like this scares me - that I must be "dead inside." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With that said, Hater did not scare me or put me on a "head-spinning thrill ride" (Guillermo del Toro), but it did give me pause and made me think of our world and what we do to one another in the name of religion, patriotism, democracy, and peace. And I sit here contemplating (as many of us do - and have) who are the Haters? If nothing else, this book will give the reader another launching point in considering the state of our world - and the future of humankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The first of (at least) 4 books, the Hater series seems destined to offer nightmares, start important conversations,  and (minimally) keep the reader glued to their seat (or bed pillow) until the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/1034079-patti-haack"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-4568267205356410703?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/4568267205356410703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/hater-by-david-moody-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4568267205356410703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4568267205356410703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/hater-by-david-moody-review.html' title='Hater by David Moody (a review)'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-6063837642623506807</id><published>2010-09-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:36:52.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writing AGAIN! Writing Group! Job Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thursday, September 16, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writing Group&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have writing group tonight! This is our first “official” meeting. The last meeting included getting to know one another and figure out “rules.” We are meeting at one of our members’ house in Vancouver. A bit of a drive, but it’ll be worth it! I’ll let you know how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Job Update&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am bailing on the adult education jobs. I’m not feeling it. And I am very fortunate that money is not a big factor in my decision. So, I am returning to my previous job working with kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be working with 6th grade in a service learning class. OR I might be doing an art class with grades 3 – 5. It’s kinda up in the air right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writing Update&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked exclusively on my untitled YA novel today. And I cranked it. Oh ya! I cranked it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today’s word count: 1178 words (on untitled YA novel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing (renegotiated) = Wednesday, October 20 (I have a retreat that weekend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing (renegotiated) = Friday, November 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-6063837642623506807?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/6063837642623506807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/writing-again-writing-group-job-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6063837642623506807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6063837642623506807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/writing-again-writing-group-job-update.html' title='Writing AGAIN! Writing Group! Job Update!'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-3451753648253610227</id><published>2010-09-14T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:55:15.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle Seahawks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Leveen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Seahawks Season Opener and Back to the Writing Grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday, September 14, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seahawks Season Opener&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my mother had never been to an American football game – and we proposed going to the season opener of the Seahawks (the team closest to us). She agreed – because they were playing her favorite team: the San Francisco 49ers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn’t see the game, it was a wipe-out (Seahawks 31; 49ers 6). But I had a GREAT time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sign for the game. We never displayed it. So, if you were looking in the stands, we didn’t raise it. Ooops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TI_Ss4h6nMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fO8L-0tcwX4/s1600/sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TI_Ss4h6nMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fO8L-0tcwX4/s320/sign.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516859737082862786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our view (we were [roughly] on the 15 yard line in row P). We were in the “Charter” section. I’m not sure what that means, but we had GREAT seats. And the stadium was LOUD! My ears are still ringing three days later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TI_Ste9gINI/AAAAAAAAAJU/g0D0iNStOfQ/s1600/view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TI_Ste9gINI/AAAAAAAAAJU/g0D0iNStOfQ/s320/view.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516859747399114962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dudes in front of us. They were hilarious. Every goal scored and every play made, they acted like THEY had done it. After the game, I told them that they were awesome and a lot of fun to watch. They were hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TI_SuLBG2jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wSPL41ECeNo/s1600/dudes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TI_SuLBG2jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wSPL41ECeNo/s320/dudes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516859759225395762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people who worked in the stadium were AWESOME – we had a lot of help and our questions were answered politely and respectfully. People told us to be prepared for rude and obnoxious people. THAT WAS SO NOT THE CASE! We had a nice time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Job Update&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. Tired of looking for a job. Tired of other people being hired over me. ☺ Trying to maintain a good attitude. Giggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writing Update&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s been over a month since I visited with the agents and editor at the conference. Am I feeling WAY BEHIND!!?? YES!!!!! Overwhelmed? YES!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am working on my piece for my writing group (which meets on Thursday). I am playing with POV. Inspired by Party by Tom Leveen, I am writing my YA novel from multiple perspectives. Could be fun. If it’s not successful to keep it with multiple POVs, I probably will find the “right” POV to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today’s word count: 0 words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing (renegotiated) = Wednesday, October 20 (I have a retreat that weekend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing (renegotiated) = Friday, November 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-3451753648253610227?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/3451753648253610227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/seahawks-season-opener-and-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/3451753648253610227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/3451753648253610227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/seahawks-season-opener-and-back-to.html' title='Seahawks Season Opener and Back to the Writing Grind'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TI_Ss4h6nMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fO8L-0tcwX4/s72-c/sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-7984445067604972862</id><published>2010-09-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:05:12.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California pizza kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the original a dinerant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powells city of books'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Days Twenty-Five thru Thirty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday, September 8, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. What a week. I spent Wednesday and Friday at the doctor’s office with my mother. And the funniest thing happened: I wrote in my composition book on Friday while I waited for her to come out of her appointment. 622 words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, I had to go to the office of unemployment to justify my unemployment cheq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ues. I’m okay doing that. It was a bit of a waste oftime, but they are, in essence, helping me with the bills as I look for a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, I met with my writing group for the first time! I think we are going to do really well. I enjoy their work (we exchanged pages) and I look forward to our next time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt arrived Thursday night, so, in addition to the doctor’s on Friday, I spent the day with mum and my aunt doing a bitof shopping – and lunch at Olive Garden. I love love love their salad and soup. Probably because it is super salty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was my anniversary. 17 years! And we spent the night with my mum and aunt at California Pizza Kitchen (and I wonder why I’m not losing any weight). We got gifties and hung out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we made crock-pot meatloaf (it’s AWESOME!) and watched Hot Fuzz. I love those guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, I picked up my aunt and we jetted downtown for a day at &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com"&gt;Powell’s City of Books&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not before we ate at &lt;a href="http://www.originaldinerant.com"&gt;The Original: A Dinerant&lt;/a&gt;. I had the most amazing tofu scramble and she had crème brulee french toast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TIezRlOfs4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/M60qdpUZ7Iw/s320/090610tofu_scramble.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514573383370519426" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TIey2ZwsKBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2FX6cDtfuaM/s320/creme_brulee.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514572916436248594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She snagged these gems because they aren’t in her local library. Bruce Hale’s Chet Gecko series is delightful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TIezSD-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/kRao8Hn9zl0/s320/aunt_ruth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514573391623129042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesterdaywas spent with the hubby because he was super sick. Poor honey. But he’s back at work now – and feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today? Blogging (obviously – duh), writing a little, and going to Panera Bread with my aunt and mum. And I hope to never eat out again for a while. Or… whenever. ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week’s word count: 622 words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing = Way last month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing = Friday, September 24, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-7984445067604972862?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/7984445067604972862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-pitches-days-twenty-five-thru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7984445067604972862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7984445067604972862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-pitches-days-twenty-five-thru.html' title='After the Pitches: Days Twenty-Five thru Thirty-One'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TIezRlOfs4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/M60qdpUZ7Iw/s72-c/090610tofu_scramble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-6205561477621457862</id><published>2010-09-02T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T06:27:40.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Twenty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday, September 1, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No work was done. I didn’t think it would be. Rough day. It would have been dad’s 69th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mum and I had to go to the doctor because she was not doing very well earlier in the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mum was having a rough time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, rough day for me, also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I figured something out. It’s difficult to hit a deadline (especially writing, for me) when a lot of difficult stuff is going on: job hunting, anniversaries &amp;amp; birthdays that won’t be happening, and lots of emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today’s word count: 0 words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing = Yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing = Friday, September 24, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-6205561477621457862?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/6205561477621457862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-pitches-day-twenty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6205561477621457862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6205561477621457862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-pitches-day-twenty-four.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Twenty-Four'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-4027144646375896262</id><published>2010-09-01T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:37:40.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Twenty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday, August 31, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my final day for the initial writing. I am going to write like there’s no tomorrow. I got in 865 words yesterday, but mum had two angina attacks and I zoomed over there to take care of her. I didn’t write when I was over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today, I am hoping to get several thousands of words under my belt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s 8:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve got my cup of coffee, my glasses, and my fuzzy dog is sleeping in the other room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The keyboard and mouse have batteries and are working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The window is open and my incense is burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depeche Mode is blasting out of the speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve read the news, Facebook, Twitter, emails, and random crap I came across. Made comments where appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I looked for a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No excuses. No distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, off I go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 – 8:30 = about 560 new words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(hungry now – didn’t take that into consideration earlier. Sigh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 = Chihuahua in my arms; typing with one hand; watching the first season of &lt;i&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:00 = starting back up; full belly; another cup of coffee; Chihuahua settled into her OWN BED; &lt;i&gt;Supernatural&lt;/i&gt; is on; wrote another 100 or so words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:00 – end of day = gave up; apparently the one distraction I didn’t take into account just took over: filing. I would turn around (my desk is a U-shape) and bump into the pile; after the third time doing this, I got p’d off and decided to file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That took me to the end of the day. I’m giving myself ½ for procrastination and ½ for manuscript today! Hey! I did nearly 700 words. ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today’s word count: 675 words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing = TODAY! (ARG! Not done!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing = Friday, September 25, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-4027144646375896262?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/4027144646375896262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-pitches-day-twenty-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4027144646375896262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4027144646375896262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-pitches-day-twenty-three.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Twenty-Three'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-1328327760463279916</id><published>2010-08-30T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:22:00.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing BlogPress</title><content type='html'>Let's see if this works. I am doing this on my iPad. I am sending it 3 of my 4 sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Ghost Whisperer and brain farting! It's not that great of a show. But the brain farting is pretty great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it to the Book Fair Warehouse Sale. I spent the day with my mum instead. She had an attack of angina and took 2 nitro pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played games, surfed the Internet and relaxed. And kept an eye on mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-1328327760463279916?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/1328327760463279916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/testing-blogpress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1328327760463279916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1328327760463279916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/testing-blogpress.html' title='Testing BlogPress'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-369437239569395504</id><published>2010-08-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:30:23.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholastic book fair'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Twenty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday, August 30, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started my day tired. So, I read the last of Stiefvater’s &lt;i&gt;Linger&lt;/i&gt;. Beautiful book. The ending was a little too easy regarding where Grace went – and how (no spoilers – but if you’ve read it, you know what I’m talking about, probably). I’m going to start &lt;i&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/i&gt; tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught up on my blogging. It was a wacky week last week, so I didn’t really get any writing done. But a lot of other things got done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now? I’m sucking down a Smart Ones Orange Sesame Chicken meal (DELISH!!) and finishing my coffee.  It’s weird – I don’t drink as much coffee as I used to. I seem to nurse a cup for the morning. More-than-likely, I will go to Starbucks for a NF latte before my volunteer time at the Scholastic Bookfair Warehouse Sale! I’ll need the go-go juice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I opened up my manuscript. I am going to work for 1.5 hours on it. You will see the results in the next line (it’ll be 1.5 hours for me, but only seconds for you):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today’s word count: 865 words (and I worked for 1 hour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m giving myself ½ for manuscript and ½ for procrastination today. Sounds fair to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing = tomorrow (yeah, right!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing = Friday, September 25, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 11.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 2.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-369437239569395504?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/369437239569395504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-twenty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/369437239569395504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/369437239569395504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-twenty-two.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Twenty-Two'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-7953718388823577399</id><published>2010-08-30T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:29:26.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mockingjay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholastic book fair'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Days Nineteen, Twenty, and Twenty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/THvcXTpXNqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/78NTD0eGUcQ/s1600/bookfair_dayone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/THvcXTpXNqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/78NTD0eGUcQ/s320/bookfair_dayone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511240861986797218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friday, Saturday, Sunday, August 27 - 29, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Busy week. Rough week. I couldn’t write at all this week. My brain was on fire – and not in a good way (how could a brain on fire BE GOOD, anyway?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt; found me slightly hung-over from the night before (CPK is EVIL) and extremely tired and lethargic. So, I read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt; was WOW! busy, but I really enjoyed the day. The spouse and I went to Starbucks for fortification. Then, he went his way, and I went to my volunteer work at the Scholastic Bookfair Warehouse Sale! It was a BLAST! I was there for 8 hours and I met some awesome people, hung out with teachers and librarians and parents, and I got a gazillion free books. (For every hour you volunteer, you get $10 worth of bookfair books, which are discounted to begin with). I got MOCKINGJAY!! For 50% off!!! And, in essence, FREE, because no money exchanged hands – I just worked my bootie off for it! Check out some of these titles: &lt;i&gt;Killer Pizza&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Suddenly Supernatural&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;SLOB&lt;/i&gt;! Awesome. I also picked up Mo Willems’ &lt;i&gt;Pigeon Wants a Pupp&lt;/i&gt;y! I’m a sucker for Willems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt; was a rough day. It would have been my folks’ anniversary, so we had mum over. And we had crock pot meatloaf, frozen yogurt pie, and watched &lt;i&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing? Nope. Gads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing = 1 day from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing = 25 days from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-7953718388823577399?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/7953718388823577399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-days-nineteen-twenty-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7953718388823577399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7953718388823577399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-days-nineteen-twenty-and.html' title='After the Pitches: Days Nineteen, Twenty, and Twenty-One'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/THvcXTpXNqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/78NTD0eGUcQ/s72-c/bookfair_dayone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-584774883676693798</id><published>2010-08-30T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:07:41.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thursday, August 25, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up late – had a bad night’s sleep last night. Begged husband to let me sleep in. ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that defines my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing = 4 days from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing = 28 days from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-584774883676693798?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/584774883676693798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-eighteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/584774883676693798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/584774883676693798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-eighteen.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Eighteen'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-7441483647742705358</id><published>2010-08-25T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:52:59.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday, August 25, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve got headache hangover (not sure if it’s the Vicodin or the headache itself that has hung me over).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum had a rough night last night, so I spent time with her – and I am worried about her today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chihuahua is at my feet – forever wanting up into my arms to sleep. So, I opened the blind for her – and she’s resting piglet-like in the sunshine on the carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am drinking the nastiest cup of coffee known to humankind. Yes, I made it. After 32 years of drinking coffee, you’d think I could make a good cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have a bad case of Supernatural withdrawal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So writing is a little rough today. But I am doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/THVmRkPGDEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qWG_0Wt3cak/s320/082510_chihuahua_help.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509422171128466498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have a little help. She’s parked right behind my chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success. I increased my manuscript by 2570 words today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing = 6 days from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing = 30 days from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-7441483647742705358?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/7441483647742705358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7441483647742705358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7441483647742705358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-seventeen.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Seventeen'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/THVmRkPGDEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qWG_0Wt3cak/s72-c/082510_chihuahua_help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-778873289915038595</id><published>2010-08-24T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:55:54.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday, August 24, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang it! Bad headache today. I had to take my prescription, so no work was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doggone it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial writing = 7 days from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whole thing = 31 days from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-778873289915038595?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/778873289915038595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/778873289915038595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/778873289915038595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-sixteen.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Sixteen'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-5637262256181183744</id><published>2010-08-23T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:06:49.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday, August 23, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I’m taking a new tactic under advisement: pretending that my writing is like a job. Well, it is a job, but taking it more seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up and got showered and dressed (a good start). I planned on starting my writing at 8 AM. Here’s how it went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 all ready late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:01 still late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:02 started this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:03 – 8:07 working on blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:08 clean up desk of filing crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:09 open document&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:10 need to find glasses and warm up coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:11 started work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:18 decided that the book is just fine in third person. I just need to add more details and make it a little funnier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:55 I’ve been writing all this time; and I’ve gained 1,703 words. Time for a food - and Chihuahua loving - break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:15 full belly and a cup of coffee; so back at it - one-handed because I have a love-seeking Chihuahua in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:46 as Winnie the Pooh would say “this looks like a good place to rest” I finished 2,005 words today. And I got reacquainted with my story. It’s dog-gone good. And when I “beef it up” a little more, it’ll be really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good day’s work. And the first number listed after “Manuscript” now. It now says “Manuscript = 1”!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bravo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deadline has changed. I want to be finished with the initial writing by Tuesday, August 31 and done with the whole thing by Friday, September 24, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-5637262256181183744?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/5637262256181183744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5637262256181183744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5637262256181183744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-fifteen.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Fifteen'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-509305133146280246</id><published>2010-08-23T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:00:58.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start again next week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Days Thirteen and Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday, August 21 and Sunday, August 22, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy few days. I don’t write on the weekends, anyway, so I’m not really counting these as “wasted” days. But I am getting closer to the deadline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was spent doing chores. We fixed the truck, went to mum’s to help her with securing her home, and went to dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was spent watching movies (The Crazies and The Proposal) and walking to dinner (salads at Jack in the Box).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 days to self-imposed deadline. I’ll get my groove on next week – after I make a plan with the hubby about the “new and improved plan” for my writing goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-509305133146280246?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/509305133146280246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-days-thirteen-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/509305133146280246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/509305133146280246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-days-thirteen-and.html' title='After the Pitches: Days Thirteen and Fourteen'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-1496106130336314485</id><published>2010-08-20T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:18:04.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Proposal movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friday, August 20, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely a day to chalk up to PROCRASTINATION! Got up at 7 and watched The Proposal on my iPad on Netflix (for some reason, I keep typing Netflex).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was quite good. I do like a good Sandra Bullock romantic comedy. And Ryan Reynolds. ‘Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the hubby came home to work and I’ve been filing and doing emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And applying for jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 days to self-imposed deadline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-1496106130336314485?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/1496106130336314485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1496106130336314485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1496106130336314485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-twelve.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Twelve'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-1239871469869574510</id><published>2010-08-19T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:14:23.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fred Meyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toning shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvis Presley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thursday, August 19, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read yesterday’s blog. And I thought, okay, there are a few places where I can improve my chances of being more successful in my attempts to write. (Only a few?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I got dressed. I’m actually in pants and a sweaterset. I put on deodorant and runners (with socks). I am not in my jammies and robe, wrapped in a blanket on the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I am out of the house. I grabbed the laptop, my purse and my “butt toning shoes” and walked to Starbucks – a mile away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There’s the problem. I get here and I’m damned pooped – and my butt hurts. It’s been a long week: booze- and crappy food-filled and off-kilter (I haven’t been in a good sleep routine for a few days and it’s showing). And I feel gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even a non-fat latte isn’t helping. That and the fact that it’s 30 degrees below zero in here. My goosebumps have goosebumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I did get to listen in on a Bible Study group next to me. It’s interesting that my local Starbucks has turned into a location for various Bible Study groups. Aside from them, there is a reverend (of questionable repute) who haunts the place. Speaking of the dude, he just walked in. Let the show begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I’ve written an Excel spreadsheet charting my employment search (for Oregon Unemployment) and a letter to Fred Meyer regarding their REALLY ANNOYING stocking procedures (they stock product ALL THE TIME and it’s nearly impossible to shop there without tripping, falling, or stubbing toes). And I’m listening to Elvis (currently: There’ll Be Peace in The Valley For Me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just discovered how to access the Internet at Starbucks. Ah geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 days to self-imposed deadline. Oh crap! It’s the halfway point. Oh nooooo…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-1239871469869574510?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/1239871469869574510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1239871469869574510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1239871469869574510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-eleven.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Eleven'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-8742077721878422594</id><published>2010-08-19T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:44:04.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mockingjay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombieland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday, August 18, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is another day to write up to procrastination. “Life” influences are (mostly) done and I am back to finding excuses to not write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today’s lineup? A good example of a typical “writing day” for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Woke up and hung out in jammies. Huge mistake – need to actually wear “work clothes” which means getting out of my “sleeping clothes” and into something that I can envision myself working in. Drank ½ cup of coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Stayed in the house (mostly) – I think I need to get out of the house to consider myself “working.” Working in the house offers many distractions: TV, iPad, Internet (Facebook and Twitter), books (Linger is my newest temptation. Mockingjay will be next week’s). Laundry. Cleaning dust bunnies from under the refrigerator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Brunch with Mum. Okay. I DID (technically) get out of the house (and out of my jammies). Technically. But I walked to our neighborhood restaurant and had a 2-hour brunch with my mother. 10 AM to 12 PM. Not including walking time. Came to the conclusion that this shot my whole morning. ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Got home and thought “well, what’s the point now?” and called the hubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Then I lived on my iPad: chatted on Facebook, Twittered, and emailed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Hubby got home and we walked to McDonald’s. I had a craving for their fries. Another 1.5 hours gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Zombieland arrived in the mail (Netflix is the bane of all at-home workers EVERYWHERE) – watched that. Discovered the ability to watch movies on the iPad (thanks for the INFO HUBBY!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Then had to “critique” Zombieland (Rule #18: Limber Up). Brainstormed the creation of my own rules about writing. Rule #1: Turn on computer/pick up pen and paper! Rule #2: Write! Rule #3: Repeat daily/hourly/minutely (okay not a word, but I had to go with the flow, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Texted boss about her impending trip and ideas for next session (which starts end of September); fiddled with iPad a little more (figured out how to get rid of “sent from my iPad” to every email recipient. WHO CARES HOW I SENT THE BLESSED THING?!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Picked up Linger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 days to deadline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-8742077721878422594?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/8742077721878422594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8742077721878422594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8742077721878422594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-ten.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Ten'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-292453382530304898</id><published>2010-08-18T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:13:23.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday, August 17, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I watched a bit more Supernatural (it’s research for the books - honest) – and knew that I didn’t get the job. Training starts Wednesday and I hadn’t heard anything, so the writing was on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And – yup – got the call around 1:30. The HR Director called – and I didn’t get one word in. She sped through the “apology” and told me “thank you for applying to work with [our organization]” – I ALL READY WORK FOR YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said it all to me about the organization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am mad. Upset. Shocked. Frustrated. And disappointed.  And I’m off to get a beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chalk up another one to “life” stealing away my writing time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 days to deadline. Two weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-292453382530304898?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/292453382530304898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/292453382530304898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/292453382530304898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-nine.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Nine'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-7992738191390325541</id><published>2010-08-16T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:23:22.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday, August 16, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for a phone call regarding the status of my job interview. Really distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I watched a few hours of last season’s Supernatural and laughed my butt off (Changing Channels just about killed me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 days to deadline. Oh crap. 15 days to deadline. Help me….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grossed-out Factor = 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life = 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuscript = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-7992738191390325541?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/7992738191390325541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7992738191390325541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7992738191390325541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-eight.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Eight'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-6627264977034509814</id><published>2010-08-16T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:12:00.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Days Six and Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Saturday and Sunday, August 14 and 15, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I vowed to take weekends off – no matter what. And I did. I watched Clash of the Titans and Avatar. We had my mum over for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I bought an iPad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was busy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;16 days to deadline&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procrastination = 3; Grossed-out Factor = 1; Life = 3; Manuscript = 0&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-6627264977034509814?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/6627264977034509814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-days-six-and-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6627264977034509814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6627264977034509814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-days-six-and-seven.html' title='After the Pitches: Days Six and Seven'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-789575769440636924</id><published>2010-08-13T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:11:16.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Friday, August 13, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Job interview today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Nuff said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;18 days to deadline&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procrastination = 3; Grossed-out Factor = 1; Life = 1; Manuscript = 0&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-789575769440636924?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/789575769440636924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/789575769440636924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/789575769440636924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-five.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Five'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-2884459651581117260</id><published>2010-08-12T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T07:54:44.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TGQLFobo32I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PmloPAs5lnM/s1600/bugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TGQLFobo32I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PmloPAs5lnM/s320/bugs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504536835934183266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thursday, August 12, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distracted today by something totally different and mind-numbing: attack of the bugs! The spousal unit and I have been seeing little brown bugs around the house. A few here, a few there. Not in mass numbers. But I found 5 in the bathroom last night and decided to haul out the vacuum today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These buggers cling to walls, popcorn ceilings, and little crevices in EVERYTHING. So, I started vacuuming bugs in the bathroom, then the kitchen, then the floor, then the hallway…. I found their entry way (I think). In our hall, we have a closet. The bottom pulls up so that we can have access to the underbelly of the house. We keep our coats in there, our first aid materials, soap, shampoo, etc. And the dog’s treats. Not any more! I found a bag with literally THOUSANDS of these bugs in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I’m a little grossed out. Okay, a lot grossed out. And I can’t contain myself. I have suck up every single one of these monsters! Every. Single. One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 days to deadline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination = 3; Grossed-out Factor = 1; Manuscript = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-2884459651581117260?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/2884459651581117260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/2884459651581117260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/2884459651581117260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-four.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Four'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/TGQLFobo32I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PmloPAs5lnM/s72-c/bugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-5913459844069397052</id><published>2010-08-11T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:10:04.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a wimpy kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Wednesday, August 11, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procrastination is the big winner so far regarding the use of my time. So, I decided today that I would track my time and see what I actually do all day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Got up early again! 5:00 AM seems to be SLEEPING IN for me lately. Sheesh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, that doesn’t stop me from taking a nap about ½ hour later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woke up again at 7:00. Finished &lt;u&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw&lt;/u&gt; and then I finished &lt;u&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid Dog Days&lt;/u&gt;. I laughed less during these books and I liked them less (they both felt more like a series of one-liners than a story).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:00 – 9:00. Surfed the web; wrote on Facebook; watched two episodes of Haven on the DVR.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:00. Watched an episode of &lt;u&gt;First 48&lt;/u&gt; that I have seen a million times. And started this blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:30 – 10:30. Talked with my mother on the phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10:30 – 11:30. Supernatural mini-marathon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11:30 – 3:30. Lunch with colleague; went to bead store to make earrings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3:30 – 6:00. Dinner and chatting with husband.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t say that I’m not busy. Just not overly productive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;20 days to deadline&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procrastination = 3; Manuscript = 0&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-5913459844069397052?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/5913459844069397052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5913459844069397052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5913459844069397052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-three.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Three'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-7153858265742438065</id><published>2010-08-10T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:52:31.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a wimpy kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Tuesday, August 10, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day started off well. I went to my local Starbucks to work on my manuscript. I brought &lt;u&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Nathan Abercrombie Accidental Zombie 2&lt;/u&gt;, Elizabeth Lyon’s &lt;u&gt;Manuscript Makeover&lt;/u&gt; – and my laptop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My 2 favorite tables were occupied – by a businessman yelling on his phone and a homeless man sleeping over his cup of coffee. So, I ended up at a long table near the area where people pick up their drinks. But at least I could plug in my laptop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I plugged in my ear buds and cranked Depeche Mode’s extended mixes. I settled in – although it was a little chilly (why do they crank the AC when it’s 65 degrees OUTSIDE) – and opened up my laptop to start working.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First, I pulled my manuscript out of Scrivener and pasted it into Word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second, I named the chapters for easier reference: Chapter One, Chapter Two…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Third, I copied my previously-concocted detailed outline into the document.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, I picked up &lt;u&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3&lt;/u&gt; to research effective first-person writing geared toward middle grade readers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HUGE MISTAKE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This lead to a trip to Kohl’s, a transfer into my pajamas, and a strong desire to clean everything within 100 square miles of my home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now? A repeat performance of Wall-E!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;21 days to deadline&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procrastination = 2; Manuscript = 0&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-7153858265742438065?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/7153858265742438065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7153858265742438065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7153858265742438065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-two.html' title='After the Pitches: Day Two'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-1732752115781036274</id><published>2010-08-10T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:19:33.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a wimpy kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>After the Pitches: Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday, August 9, 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I went through my manuscript again to fiddle and fart with it. And as I was reading it, I decided that I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to rewrite it. Currently, it’s in third person. And I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; it will be more successful in first person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shoot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I made a plan to rewrite the manuscript in first person by the end of August. That gives me 22 days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I picked up all of the &lt;u&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid&lt;/u&gt; books on Sunday, so I picked up the first one to check it out. And I laughed my butt off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, I started the second book.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never got back to the manuscript.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procrastination = 1; Manuscript = 0&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-1732752115781036274?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/1732752115781036274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1732752115781036274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1732752115781036274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-pitches-day-one.html' title='After the Pitches: Day One'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-7196759360855441702</id><published>2010-08-09T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:29:39.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting published: and the journey continues…</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Willamette Writers Conference 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was going to call this entry “and the journey begins” but that is completely not the truth. This journey started – in it’s serious form – three years ago. I pitched my idea to an agent in 2007 who said “yes, please, send it in.” And I didn’t. For a variety of reasons, which really don’t matter in the world of publishing. Suffice it to say, I dropped the ball.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is now 2010 and I’m not completely done with the piece but I decided to go “balls to the wall” and just pitch it! And have fun doing it. So, here’s my 3-day journey:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, August 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandatory volunteer training for the conference. I am volunteering two of the days for 4 hours each shift. I have Sunday off to frolic and go to workshops. Mostly the same information as last year, but it’s great to see familiar faces and reconnect for the conference.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Attended Pitch with the Pros. If you ever attend a conference and are pitching your work, and if they have an opportunity to practice your pitch, I HIGHLY recommend it. There were a few rooms open to pitches and it was invaluable. The first woman who pitched her book was SPOT ON! From then on, many people rambled on about their plot. NOTE TO SELF: find a one-line hook to grab the attention of the agent or editor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, August 6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Up bright and early. Need to leave by 6:30 to beat the traffic. Got to the conference at 7:20. Breakfast (as always) is fabulous. Met new people. Hung out with writing friends. Put up a flyer to solicit serious people to create a writing critique group with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First pitch is to an agent who is creating a middle grade line at her company. It’s a fairly young line at her company. She was in the panel earlier in the day – and I found that I really liked her. When I pitched, we connected. She asked, “so what is your hook?” I rambled a little bit and said “X-files monster-of-the-week premise meets Goosebumps.” After a few mini-brainstorms, she came up with “X-files monster-of-the-week meets Diary of a Wimpy Kid” – YEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!! Later, she saw me volunteering in the room and said “I was thinking about this and I think you should simplify it to ‘X-files meets Diary of a Wimpy Kid.’” This became my MANTRA all conference.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Additionally, she asked if I was pitching to any agents at the conference. I named a few. She said “tell them I like it.” (There was much celebrating at my table at lunch.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Worked the consultation area that afternoon. Wore my new Avia-brand “Shape Up” type of shoes and had ZERO back pain!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Became known as “the beach bag woman” by people at the conference. (I dunno.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, August 7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carpooled with a friend to the conference. Got there for breakfast. Chatted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pitched to the first agent at 9:00. I had fun with it and said “the editor over there likes it.” Before I got out two sentences, she was hauling out her business card and writing her query requirements on it. She said, “I’m not taking many solicitations for new clients, but I love it! Send me the whole thing!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Throughout the rest of the day, we would catch each others’ eyes and grin at each other. Later that day, a friend of mine pitched to her and came back to report that editors and agents were talking about my pitch. HOLY SHIT!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Volunteered that afternoon. Celebrated with friends about their pitches. Kathy was asked for her entire first manuscript and synopses of her next two. Blythe received 4 out of 4 “please send me your manuscript” requests!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Met a strange man who wanted to pitch his entire manuscript to me – which was based on the opera “Carmen.” I asked him what his short pitch was – and he said, “I can’t pitch this in a smaller scale. It’s just not possible.” To which I said, “good luck to you, sir.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Went home with a BEAST of a migraine. Slept most of the night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, August 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last day. No volunteering for me this day. I went to a few workshops and pitched to a few people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My first pitch was with one of the leading agencies in the world for children’s literature. And she is the president. Scared? Nah. “Balls to the wall” right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did my quick pitch and told her that I pitched it to one of her agents a few years ago (remember the one that I didn’t send in 2007?). She said, “polish it, make it beautiful, and send it to her.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 out of 3.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That afternoon, I was exhausted. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. Done. One more pitch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a group pitch. One agent and five authors. Doesn’t leave much time. But I liked how she coordinated it. Each of us had one minute to pitch. Then she would offer advice, etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all pitched. I did my spiel (which morphed all weekend). Then she says (I was the fourth of five authors):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to the first author: “No show stoppers here. Make sure you call it eco-terror”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to the second author: “again, no show stoppers. Refine your pitch. And call it a thriller. The title is a little dry.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to the third author: “funny. you are hilarious. your book will be hilarious. cut your POV to 3 or fewer characters. you’ve got something here. But change the title.” (she writes like Christopher Moore, if you’re familiar with his work.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to me: “I LOVE IT! The title is awesome. The characters are appealing. I can sell it RIGHT NOW based on your hook! But, you should add more words. Make it closer to 40,000. Then, send me the whole thing!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to the fifth author: “I have NO IDEA what your book is about. I can’t offer an opinion. Make it less confusing. Define the characters. And let me know when you’re done with it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aftermath &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought I was exhausted before – now I need to write more. And (I decided this last night), I need to change it from 3-person to 1-person! It’s gotta be done. Painful process, but it’ll make it a better book (no one suggested it – but I KNOW it will be better.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I bought the 4 Diary of a Wimpy Kid books so that I can really refine my writing style. I am peeing myself laughing at the antics. And now I understand the reference the kiddos had this summer to the “cheese touch.” I never understood why I was crossing my fingers, but I did it anyway. These books are the reason I KNOW I need to change my POV to first person. Damn Jeff Kinney! Damn him!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, off to fortify my body. Then, my mind. Then, the keyboard. Busy week ahead! Busy busy busy week!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-7196759360855441702?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/7196759360855441702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-published-and-journey-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7196759360855441702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7196759360855441702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-published-and-journey-continues.html' title='Getting published: and the journey continues…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-3839349346639952921</id><published>2010-01-21T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:39:27.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wow – these girls are going to town. We have two girls who are laying for sure (Lucy and Polly). And I think we have a new contender – but I don’t know who. A new egg was found alongside Lucy’s in Lucy’s nest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, did I tell you that I looked up the girls’ egg-laying profiles? Yup. All of them are PROLIFIC egg layers. Which means a CRAP LOAD of eggs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/S1h1LfceWmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bR0hXf0imuI/s1600-h/eggs%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="eggs" border="0" alt="eggs" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/S1h1LgactcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mvADTTcuvR0/eggs_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Polly’s eggs are the two light-coloured ones on the right. Lucy’s are the three reddish ones in the middle. The newest egg is the lighter one on the left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I still haven’t gone out today to check the coop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Help me Rhonda!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s still a little dark here, but the girls are outside eating bread as we speak. I might overturn the compost bin and let them go to town today while I’m at work and the spousal unit is at work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Off to prepare the SMALLEST of all SMALL lesson plans. I’m doing games with the kiddos. Board games. Card games. And gym games. Fun times! I get to see them use up a lot of their energy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-3839349346639952921?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/3839349346639952921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/01/eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/3839349346639952921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/3839349346639952921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/01/eggs.html' title='Eggs'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/S1h1LgactcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mvADTTcuvR0/s72-c/eggs_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-5282146534372585694</id><published>2010-01-20T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:15:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one of my writing goal…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;GADS! I had a wally-honker of a migraine last night. Not bad enough to go to the hospital – but kinda bad. I took 1.5 Vicodin and that seemed to work, but I have “headache hangover” plus a headache today. SHEESH!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, now writing today. I think I’ll watch Part Two of The Prisoner (with Jim Caveziel). Part One was doggone good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A picture of one of our girls. This is Esther – our “boo-boo’d” chicken. This was taken 1 month ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/S1csCA4X5YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0tlS0DsA9QE/s1600-h/esther_121809%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="esther_121809" border="0" alt="esther_121809" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/S1csCsafQEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j_JxI_hpCTk/esther_121809_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are thinking of sending a picture of her and a write-up of her medical condition to Backyard Chickens magazine. We *guess* it’s rickets, but we are not sure. It would be interesting to see what she has (without paying the exorbitant vet bills) and get an idea of what her life is like – and what it will look like when/if she lays.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She does just fine squeaking her way through the yard (she doesn’t cluck – she squeaks). She digs for bugs, loves apples and potatoes, and follows her sisters around. What’s amazing is the flock doesn’t pick on her – they actually nurture her. Huh. Weird.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, off to relax. I’m tired of this headache, but it’ll be gone by this weekend. It usually is gone in 3 – 4 days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a good one – whatever you do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-5282146534372585694?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/5282146534372585694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-one-of-my-writing-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5282146534372585694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5282146534372585694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-one-of-my-writing-goal.html' title='Day one of my writing goal…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/S1csCsafQEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j_JxI_hpCTk/s72-c/esther_121809_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-4233637026008378143</id><published>2010-01-19T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:47:03.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I *don’t* make resolutions, but…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am not a fan of making resolutions. I usually make ridiculous claims (I’m going to lose 50 pounds by summer, I will walk 5 miles a day, I will write the “Great American Novel” in one summer, and other such crap like that…). Always sets me up for failure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, this year, I wanted to do something a little like a resolution – but not a resolution. Perhaps I should call it a “goal” (still sounds all resolution-like). But it’s a better word than “resolution.” During the first week of the year, the spousal unit and I wrote down things that we wanted to get accomplished this year – together and separate. My list included: joining a Sangha (Buddhism), write 5x per week, payoff vehicle, increase savings, yoga, cut expenses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, since that day, I’ve been thinking about these “goals” and pondering the importance of each one. They are all fine goals, with merits. But one is SCREAMING at me to do it: write 5x per week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The reason? In August 2007, I left my job at the local university to write. That August (the last day of my job), my father-in-law passed away – and things have not improved since. There have been various deaths, injuries, hospital visits, weight loss activities, family planning mishaps, and getting back to work (I started working January 2009). All of these numerous (too many to list) incidents used both physical and mental energy. So, I didn’t write much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But what do I want to do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WRITE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I don’t mean blogging, tweeting, IMing, lesson planning, etc! I mean WRITE FOR A LIVING!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, here it is in print. My promise to myself. I will write at least 5 times per week. I will attend appropriate writing workshops (I have a stash of money saved for this). I will work on getting my final draft of my novel done by the &lt;a href="http://www.scbwi.org/"&gt;Summer SCBWI Conference&lt;/a&gt; in LA, which is at the end of July. I am so committed to this that I am not going to work this summer so that I can finish it up and make it all pretty – and PITCH IT at the conference!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And, I won’t worry about joining a Sangha, paying off the vehicle, increasing the savings, or starting up a yoga practice. (Some of this will come when I get paid for writing for a living, eh?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But what about cutting expenses? All ready done (say “goodbye” to indulgent cable bills, excessive dining out, craft projects, big grocery runs,&amp;#160; and Weight Watchers [I reached “Lifetime” and that means no more paying for WW]).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whoot! That’s one “goal” down! One to go!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That wasn’t so bad, was it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-4233637026008378143?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/4233637026008378143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-make-resolutions-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4233637026008378143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4233637026008378143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-make-resolutions-but.html' title='I *don’t* make resolutions, but…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-5000212818585899286</id><published>2009-12-28T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T06:54:20.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s been a while…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s been a while since I was here last. I had a migraine from helllllll in the middle of the month which postponed posting. Then, my father died on Saturday, November 28.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His passing was sudden – a stroke or heart attack, we’re not sure which (an autopsy was not performed). He passed within seconds. Which is a blessing. He wouldn’t have wanted a long-drawn-out illness. Quick and fast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, the last month has been filled with grieving, paperwork, organizing, family, and rearranging things. Christmas was all right – the three of us were together (spouse, mum, and me). But it also kinda sucked. Although he liked to play “scrooge” and all “bah-hum-buggy,” Dad wasn’t there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, this next week will be taking care of more paperwork. The death certificates are taking a bit longer – probably due to the holidays and a screw-up with Dad’s social security number. That has put a few things on hold (like the financial and governmental things).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to let you know why I wasn’t out here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ll get back into my groove in the new year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-5000212818585899286?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/5000212818585899286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5000212818585899286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5000212818585899286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-while.html' title='It’s been a while…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-4854902235076853304</id><published>2009-11-17T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:37:33.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s been a little wacky these last few days – heck, WEEKS, but who’s counting?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although we spent the weekend brain-farting, the spousal unit and I were extremely pooped when we started back up on Monday. We both had a pretty intense cold that just knocked us down. We spent the weekend watching brain-fade TV and relaxing. I think we finally left our pajamas on Sunday – only because we had to go to Weight Watchers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think I just finished week 4 of my “maintenance” routine. That means 2 more weeks to go until LIFETIME (which = FREE meetings and support). $40 a month has been soooooooooo worth it (don’t get me wrong), but ZERO sounds great, too! I am maintaining quite well. My goal was 135 and I’ve gained and lost about a pound each week. THAT IS PERFECT! I’m not supposed to be below 133 or higher than 137.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wait until Thanksgiving. I think the Sunday after T-Day is my final weigh-in. Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wellllll, I am approximately 5000 words behind. The cold this last weekend wiped me out – and I spent Friday with my dad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Annnnndddd, I read a book:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first in Suzanne Collins’ trilogy about a “game show” (of sorts) where young people aged 12 to 18 are tributes in a fight to the death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quite good!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, I have the second book in the trilogy, &lt;em&gt;Catching Fire,&lt;/em&gt; next to me on the desk. It’s a little too tempting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cooking with the Kiddos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING!!?? Yesterday, I planned a “day of cooking” with 16 rambunctious, monkey-energied children. The good news? There were no heat sources involved (I thought that much ahead). But we made Energy Balls with peanut butter, banana, graham crackers, and various toppings. What a mess!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There just wasn’t enough time! They made (maybe) 20 balls. Sigh. Ah, well, whatcha gonna do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Off I go. Chores to do, novels to read, novels to write, children to educate (hee hee – I’m REALLY the one who gets the education).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a good one – whatever you do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-4854902235076853304?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/4854902235076853304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-last-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4854902235076853304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4854902235076853304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-last-few-days.html' title='My last few days'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-5863959329817804981</id><published>2009-11-10T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:42:56.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update – NaNoWriMo and “The Girls”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just finished my writing session for the day. I just hit 16829 words! The kids met grandpa and they introduced him to the wraith in the pool. Scared him a lot! Hee hee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16829 words is 159 words ahead of the recommended daily allowance for NaNoWriMo. 10 days at 1667 words per day = 16670 words. Hooyaaa!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And my daily count (for the 5 out of 7 days that I write) is 2500 words. This is Day 7 for me, so I should be at 17,500, but that’s all right. I’m just 700 behind that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m planning on attending an all-night writing frenzy this weekend, so I’ll catch up. :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Girls&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, one of our girls has bad legs. Esther. We’ve been chatting about what to do with her. We think she might be in pain because her legs shake when she stands and she doesn’t stand much. However, she does roost once in a while. And I noticed the other day that she walks on her own feet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here they are (I took this today – don’t let the watermelon fool you. I found it at the store the other day). Esther is on the very right, with her back to us (I don't know if you can see her legs, but they are quite large):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Svm0Lp-ipHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/U82rhMFOnkA/s1600-h/girls_111009%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="girls_111009" border="0" alt="girls_111009" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Svm0LwtuUhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qT9RcZ8VpVg/girls_111009_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" height="491" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And she hasn’t started clucking yet – the other girls (including her bio sister) have. She still cheeps. And she is soooo funny. She chases after the other girls like a little sister cheeping at them as if to say “wait for me!” And she comes when we call her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, she spends the majority of her time, laying underneath the warming light in the coop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We hope to get her into the vet soon. Then, we can make an informed decision about what to do. We’ve decided that if she is in pain or if she is contagious/whatever, then we will put her to sleep. But if she isn’t in pain or a problem for the other girls, then she stays. She is very entertaining and awesome and let’s us handle her a lot. We think she’s a great addition to the flock. And the other girls cuddle with her at night so they aren’t put-off by her. But we don’t want her to have a rough life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’ll keep you informed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Off to get ready for work. Cheerio.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-5863959329817804981?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/5863959329817804981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-update-nanowrimo-and-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5863959329817804981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5863959329817804981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-update-nanowrimo-and-girls.html' title='Quick update – NaNoWriMo and “The Girls”'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Svm0LwtuUhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qT9RcZ8VpVg/s72-c/girls_111009_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-4483997779747049758</id><published>2009-11-05T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:16:28.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Day 5…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After hauling serious bootie the first few days (I averaged 2500 words per day), I’ve hit a block. A wall. A block wall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I made it to a little over 1200 words today, so I’m giving myself permission to stop for now. Can’t get blood from a stone, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, I’m stopping at 11,300 words to date. More writing tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a great one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-4483997779747049758?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/4483997779747049758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4483997779747049758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4483997779747049758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-day-5.html' title='NaNoWriMo Day 5…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-7390423595496162012</id><published>2009-11-03T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:35:08.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick blog: NaNoWriMo, Chickens, and the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just want to update my blog really quickly since it’s been a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am doing NaNoWriMo and want to use my “writing energy” for it. So far 4314 words (in two days). Not bad. I’m a little ahead of the game, so I’m feeling kinda cocky! I hope to have nearly 7000 words by today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chickens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were out doing chores the other day (the husband at the chipper shredder):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNTPBdj-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/tnRhPc8U1kI/s1600-h/012%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="012" border="0" alt="012" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNTXJQK8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6nFj_unwrVM/012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we decided to let the girls do some adventuring. We let them out into the yard – and they frolicked. They ate a lot of bugs, played in the grass, and came home (into their run) to a pumpkin. Lucky girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of 4 of our girls: Polly (tan), Lucy (red), Netty (brown and black), and Petunia (black). Esther and Miss Priss don’t seem to be around when I take pictures. Hmmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNTzcVg-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/svmLHRN8yUA/s1600-h/011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="011" border="0" alt="011" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNUGKdvjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nTwlufOQsrU/011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esther has bad legs, we discovered the other day. Her legs are bigger than they should be and she shakes as if her legs are too weak to hold her up. We do find her laying quite a bit. She takes small steps and usually steps on her own feet. But she does all right eating and hanging out with the other girls. She’s also the only one who hasn’t started the clucking sound. She still “peeps.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Zoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The husband wanted to go to the zoo on his birthday last week, so we went for the day. He wanted to take some photos with his good camera:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNUjddykI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ne9oXpjwQpk/s1600-h/014%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="014" border="0" alt="014" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNU1xtg9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/b6htcw-ianQ/014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we were there for over 5 hours. It was a wonderful time. The elk and cougar exhibits were closed, but we got to see a lot of other animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few pix (the hubby took the majority of the photos).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two of the 5 elephants on their trek to “squish the squash.” A local nursery donates HUGE pumpkins that the elephants smash and eat. There were a zillion people there, so I didn’t get a good photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNVc_4jqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pzmmCMh9RfQ/s1600-h/024%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="024" border="0" alt="024" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNVgCo_tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cHzhq5gNcQ8/024_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A leopard. I stepped into a little house-like structure (made for kids) and this cat came walking up to me. FREAKED ME OUT because I thought I was trapped in the little house with it. Just for a second. Made my heart leap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNWO7EI_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/TzYLt7g_PRU/s1600-h/041%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="041" border="0" alt="041" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNWyYkoOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rfjghi9V440/041_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to write for NaNo! Have a great day – whatever you do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-7390423595496162012?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/7390423595496162012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-blog-nanowrimo-chickens-and-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7390423595496162012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7390423595496162012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-blog-nanowrimo-chickens-and-zoo.html' title='A quick blog: NaNoWriMo, Chickens, and the Zoo'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SvBNTXJQK8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6nFj_unwrVM/s72-c/012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-1713472478116868629</id><published>2009-10-27T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:55:17.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Plot? No Problem! Chapters Three – Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, what the heck have I been doing that I haven’t blogged about NPNP for a while?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, here we go. When we last left our novelist-to-be, she was rallying the troops for support, agonizing over the idea that she can write a novel in 55 hours, but realistically thinking that 1667 words per day might be do-able.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On to the next piece. Chapter Three offers tips on places to write – and how to write in those places. For example, if one can’t afford the chalet in Paris, then, writing at home might be the next best thing. But those distractions. Oh, those distractions. The solution? Isolate oneself from the temptations. Some people write better in coffee shops – lots of outlets, no one sneers at you if you hang out for 2, 5, 10 hours a day, and there’s quiet background music.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other viable places (because people have done it): libraries, bookstores, the gym, pubs and bars, cheap motel rooms. What these places offer that home and trendy coffee shops might not: quirk, interesting people. (Although, you might find that at home, too.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chapter Four asks us to look at what we like in novels (our Magna Carta I) and what we don’t (our Magna Carta II). For example, I like zingy language and short zippy chapters. I dislike a lot of boring prose and having the protagonist be an orphan (overdone much!). These are gentle reminders of what we find interesting and what might help us plod through our novel without too much pain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A quick reminder from Chapter Four (in Patti-esque language): if you write, the plot will come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chapters Five – Eight are about the four weeks of NaNoWriMo. The highs, the lows, the madness, the frustration, the giddiness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Week One is the honeymoon phase. Life is great, the novel is great, and this is a great idea. Write as much as possible to get a “bank” of word count ready.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Week Two is the slam of reality. Life is trying to wiggle back in. The elusive 1667 words per day seems impossible. This is when we tend to give up – like the whine of a 10-year old kiddo, we exclaim: “it’s tooooooo haaaaaard.” We tend to lose word count this week – building up a debt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Week Three finds us at a less-than-optimal word count (we should have 35,000 at the end of week 3). However, this is when we find our groove-thang again and can let ‘er rip! Have fun. Let the words flow, even if they make no sense, don’t move the plot, or describe a gnat in excruciating detail. The goal is 50,000 words, not the Great American Novel (at least not yet).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Week Four can be exhaustive. The holidays are here (Turkey Day) and family obligations may take over. Or our bodies are physically exhausted and sore and we’re cranky. Use eye drops, walk around, stretch, get away from the keyboard or pen and paper – you can collapse and sleep for days on end at the end of the month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then CELEBRATE!!! Baty recommends champagne or beer. I recommend whatever makes you happy – and perhaps something you have been neglecting these past few weeks. Take the kids to the zoo, eat a brownie, go for a run, see friends, see relatives, heck, go see a movie. The world went on without you – join it again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And thank those who supported you. Let them know that you’re back – and that the editing process won’t be as bad as this month was. And get them on board for next time. There will be another NaNoWriMo. And another. And another after that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow (or some semblance thereof) I will finish up Baty’s book with Chapter Nine – what to do with your novel after you’ve “won” NaNoWriMo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-1713472478116868629?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/1713472478116868629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-plot-no-problem-chapters-three-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1713472478116868629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1713472478116868629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-plot-no-problem-chapters-three-eight.html' title='No Plot? No Problem! Chapters Three – Eight'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-368415080327045266</id><published>2009-10-21T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:17:39.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and Writing (NaNoWriMo Pt 2 and Waiting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another productive morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I decided to carve out a few hours each morning Tuesday – Thursday for reading and writing. And this is Day Two of that endeavour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s going well. I have been productive each day – and feel as though I am getting things accomplished. Then, I reward myself with The Sopranos on A&amp;amp;E at 11.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Plot? No Problem Chapter Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In Chapter Two of Chris Baty’s 50,000-ish word book, he speaks about time – the management and mismanagement of time. In this, he challenges us to spend a few minutes writing down each activity that we have worked on throughout the day (bathing, eating, working, playing on the computer, etc) and to write down how much time we have spent on each.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We then look at our day’s activities in three categories:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The required activities&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The highly desired activities&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The forgo-able activities&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and figure out how much time we have spent TOTAL on the forgo-able activities. This is where we find time to write our 30-day, 50,000-word novel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s up to each of us what to decide what are our forgo-able activities. For some, it might be time with family. For others it might be computer games. And for another, it might be activities that can be pawned off on someone else, like laundry or mowing the lawn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then, we use that time to write our 1,667 words per day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Additionally, in this chapter, Baty writes about using friends and families as tools to keep up motivated. For some, it could mean asking people to nudge/push/shove us into our word count. For others, it might mean shame-filled incentives such as declaring yourself a 50,000-word god or goddess and having to adhere to that for fear of ridicule. And again, for others, that could mean setting up bets or monetary “punishments” for not reaching that 50,000-word goal (Baty suggests that if we fail to reach 50,000 words, we contribute a substantial amount of money to an organization we abhor to keep ourselves on task).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For me? That ever-achievable illustrious novel-writing career and the independence that offers is enough to keep me on track. I make that promise here and now. For fear of ridicule and fun-making.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting by Ha Jin, Part Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What a delicious book. Another 100 pages into the book, I am no less enthralled by it than I was at the beginning. The more words I read, the more deeply I find myself in the story and the more intrigued by the characters I become. I don’t know the ending – I have a few guesses – but the introduction to the novel promises struggles and difficulties along the way. Does Lin Kong successfully divorce his wife, Shuyu? Do he and Manna Wu stay together? And if so, are they happy? The journey is fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;(spoiler alert)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As an example, toward the end of the second part, Manna is violently raped by a former-officer and friend of Lin . This plot twist was not surprising to me as I expected this (plot-wise, I didn’t feel as though her much-discussed virginity would remain intact throughout the novel and Lin and her chaste relationship).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, I was not disappointed by this plot “twist.” I was pulled into this piece of the story as much as I have been by every other plot point to date. It was done well, with grace, enough violence to jar me, but not so much that I feel that it is used for shock value.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, the “repercussions” of the rape are jarring. Manna’s apologies to Lin about putting herself into that situation and losing her virginity is are unsettling. His reaction (wonderfully out of character) is surprising. And the reactions of Manna’s colleagues and friends are abhorrent, yet feel correct for the place, the time, and the political environment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I look forward to the remaining pages with glee. I can’t wait until tomorrow to finish the book. Ha Jin has put together a wonderful piece of literature. I hope the last 1/3 of the book does not disappoint.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-368415080327045266?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/368415080327045266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/10/reading-and-writing-nanowrimo-pt-2-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/368415080327045266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/368415080327045266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/10/reading-and-writing-nanowrimo-pt-2-and.html' title='Reading and Writing (NaNoWriMo Pt 2 and Waiting)'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-8644693094909804641</id><published>2009-10-20T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:48:47.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, this year, I have decided to take NaNoWriMo seriously. I have participated twice – sporadically – and have never won. To tell the truth, I haven’t even come close to the 50,000 word “win.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, this year, I am going to work on my mid-grade novel. I have the entire thing skeletonized – characters are mostly fleshed out, the major plot points are expressed, and the temporary title (Freak Squad: Wraith For It) has been chosen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have a decent computer. And a word processing program.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have my official Camp NaNoWriMo &lt;a href="https://store.lettersandlight.org/merchandise/camp-nanowrimo-t-shirt"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have my &lt;u&gt;No Plot? No Problem&lt;/u&gt; book handy-dandy. I’ve finished the prologue and chapter one. And I am taking the advice to heart:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;drink lots of coffee,&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;embrace “exuberant imperfection,”&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;take breaks from the computer (body as well as eye-ball),&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;stay busy with life as normal and write in those “in between times,”&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;write with a group that will hold me accountable, and&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;aim for those 1667 words per day – even on the hard days (and there will be hard days).&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I have hatched a plan to read a chapter a day for the next 8 days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now? To write. Oh wait, I have another 12 days until it starts!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waiting&lt;/u&gt; by Ha Jin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, in the meantime, I am enjoying reading &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=huII4abCKvYC&amp;amp;dq=waiting+ha+jin&amp;amp;source=bn&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=rPbdSpiLApL-sgOnn4zbDw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=book-thumbnail&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ved=0CBYQ6wEwAw"&gt;Waiting by Ha Jin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; – which I am reading for my book group on Sunday. It’s absolutely delicious. I made it through the first 1/3 of the book and I absorbed it. To the point where I am, the book takes place in the 1960 – 1980s, during the Communist Party’s strongest influence in China. It is one man’s story about how he defines his life, living, and responsibilities – to family and country. I look forward to the next 1/3, which I will read tomorrow, most likely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-8644693094909804641?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/8644693094909804641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/10/national-novel-writing-month-nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8644693094909804641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8644693094909804641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/10/national-novel-writing-month-nanowrimo.html' title='National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) Part One'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-6951028873710424956</id><published>2009-10-07T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:25:35.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is busy(-er) again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The time has come for all good persons to get back to work. And that would be me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was a little nervous about going back to work – especially after this last summer, but I managed to process through it and place some understanding into the mix. And (voila!) no worries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My hours have been cut, but that’s all right. I can use the extra time to write. 1.5 hours doesn’t really seem worth it gas-wise, but I love love love the kiddos! And my job, so 1.5 hours is okay with me. I might volunteer those days, but we’ll see. It depends on how much of my own stuff I have to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fall is here – and I’m loving it. The leaves are turning and its nearly sweater-wearing time. I’m almost at goal for Weight Watchers (about 1 pound to go) and I’m buying new jeans and bras on Friday. Good times. I hate jeans and bra shopping. YUCK! But it’s necessary. I’m practically disappearing in my current jeans and I haven’t had a proper bra sizing in decades (who knew?). And where am I going? The Pepto Bismol Pink Puke Place – Victoria’s Secret. Duuuuuuuuuuuude could they make it more pink? Egads.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How are things in your neck of the woods?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-6951028873710424956?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/6951028873710424956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-busy-er-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6951028873710424956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6951028873710424956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-busy-er-again.html' title='Life is busy(-er) again'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-4707921859870293678</id><published>2009-09-22T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:40:28.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Update…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, the chickens are still growing by leaps and bounds. Here they are at 4 1/2 weeks old:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj94RijmCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d6YPl8JEsgQ/s1600-h/girlsat4andahalfweeks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="girlsat4andahalfweeks" border="0" alt="girlsat4andahalfweeks" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj945u2EvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/x8sjuv0PShg/girlsat4andahalfweeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That was just last week. They were still living 24 hours in their brooder. And we had the “heat lamp” on for them at night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is Lucy figuring out the small perch that we placed in the brooder for them. She balanced quite well and had no problems getting out of the brooder from this location.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj95Iv0qFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TtjoYnlzIIY/s1600-h/008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="008" border="0" alt="008" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj95WzEZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/b_HNPwO-D4M/008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, they are living the daylight hours in their new run. We put them back into the brooder at night because their coop isn’t done yet. This is their run:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj95z1A83I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TpkUgdIKvNw/s1600-h/011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="011" border="0" alt="011" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj96EL1FeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OmOCN_DijyM/011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The piece of plywood on the right is the space where their door will be. The door will be at the very spot my spousal unit is standing (below). In this photo, he is building the coop, which is about 2/3 done now. He is doing a FANTASTIC job!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj96sbuJoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aLW0-aONFis/s1600-h/019%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="019" border="0" alt="019" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj97KnPKwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1LzGw6QB-0E/019_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are the girls in their run.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj97RUInNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qQDbv2z43TM/s1600-h/012%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="012" border="0" alt="012" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj970-YebI/AAAAAAAAAF0/g9f1UsFOk3c/012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s 3 x 6 feet. And 3 feet tall. The top lifts up so we can get into it. But we leave it closed in case cats, skunks, possums, etc., decide to visit. Eventually, the girls will be able to fly out. But we will clip their wings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, as the spousal unit was building the coop, I went scrounging for worms, grubs, slugs, etc., and gave them to the girls. Here’s one of the girls (I think she is Esther) with her treat (grooooossssssssssssss):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj98dZ6p3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/earVS0AKD2E/s1600-h/038%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="038" border="0" alt="038" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj98rNmQcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U8_99utF5to/038_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s Netty eating watermelon:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj99MAkkYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ddZzj3gPnR8/s1600-h/023%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="023" border="0" alt="023" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj99p5zlmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tu6iY1dQQU8/023_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Netty at a full gallop in the pen (do chickens gallop?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj993JFGiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b1B9L_j9JjM/s1600-h/036%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="036" border="0" alt="036" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj9-CStO6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zY6kaLPqFzU/036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Esther checking out the world. Next to her (the red girl) is Lucy. The girl in back (she’s black) is Petunia. The girl behind Esther is Miss Priss.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj9-hreNQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uTTxUC7TM6Q/s1600-h/025%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="025" border="0" alt="025" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj9-zSvyjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hNs7D9rOy9o/025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They are in the brooder right now. I can hear them chatting away. It’s a nice sound. And our pup, Mora, keeps a good eye on them, too. Our little protector. :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a good one – whatever you do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-4707921859870293678?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/4707921859870293678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4707921859870293678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4707921859870293678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-update.html' title='Girls Update…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Srj945u2EvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/x8sjuv0PShg/s72-c/girlsat4andahalfweeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-4585159622312862457</id><published>2009-09-15T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:22:02.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favourite places…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every year, at least once, my dad and I go to one of our favourite places to eat, drink tea, and hang out with one another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That place? &lt;a href="http://taooftea.com/"&gt;Tao of Tea&lt;/a&gt;. We always go to the location on Belmont. It’s fantastic. We each get a pot of tea – his is usually an assam tea, mine is either a chai (500 Mile Chai is fantastic) or a white tea (White Dragon). We then dive into some amazing food: somosas, dal, aloo parantha, naan, and lime-soaked yam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sq_3YIoArBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/urA7f9BP_AY/s1600-h/Tao-5%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tao-5" border="0" alt="Tao-5" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sq_3YgnnK6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/DijnvX2rnEM/Tao-5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m drooling right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sq_3YwuR1iI/AAAAAAAAAFA/umE-AzwHwXo/s1600-h/Tao-4%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tao-4" border="0" alt="Tao-4" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sq_3ZShgvXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0UEc1uq_HLU/Tao-4_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And everything is reasonably priced. We can get out of there for less than $40.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sq_3Z-aa_dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-f1Z1sa_6vI/s1600-h/Tao-2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tao-2" border="0" alt="Tao-2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sq_3afs8PqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6BVYx9F_oWc/Tao-2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next door is the retail store. I can buy tea in bulk or buy tea sets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s a nice place. And we’re going to go again before the end of November. Dad is retiring at the end of October, so I’m going to treat him to a nice time at Tao of Tea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-4585159622312862457?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/4585159622312862457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-my-favourite-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4585159622312862457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/4585159622312862457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-my-favourite-places.html' title='One of my favourite places…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sq_3YgnnK6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/DijnvX2rnEM/s72-c/Tao-5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-2216452187256482120</id><published>2009-09-13T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:40:33.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A YAY for me and a YAY for Dr. Horrible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As you might remember, I was working the PNBA trade show this last weekend. I had a complete blast! I met some amazing and funny and talented and powerful people. And had fun doing it. I hope Greg invites me back next year because I would love to do this again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I helped with author signings. I worked with 3 YA novelists and one murder-mystery author. Then, I hauled and counted books for the &lt;a href="http://pnba.org/fallshow09/f09rurallibrary.pdf"&gt;PNBA Rural library donation&lt;/a&gt;. It was a busy day even though 1/2 of the people and publishers were there. But it made for a nice day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay for me (from author &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/journal/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lili St. Crow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From Lili’s website: “Last night I was at the PNBA Nightcapper event. The volunteers were awesome, especially Patti, who stood next to me and handed me books, soothing me all the while.” &lt;a title="http://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/journal/" href="http://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/journal/"&gt;http://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/journal/&lt;/a&gt; (dated September 11, 2009).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sqz2T2YJcoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lIAsBPfjCFg/s1600-h/lilistcrow%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="lilistcrow" border="0" alt="lilistcrow" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sqz2UF3cwiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fnluGffM1cM/lilistcrow_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seriously, Lily St. Crow was fantastic and wonderful and funny and amazing and I loved loved loved working with her. I dropped her a quick line and told her how many of my fellow volunteers and some of the booksellers were commenting all weekend about how much fun&amp;#160; we were having! And we were. I really enjoyed working with her. THANKS LILI!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yay for &lt;a href="http://doctorhorrible.net/"&gt;Dr. Horrible’s Sing-A-Long Blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love, love, love Dr. Horrible. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a 3-part story about a man who wants to be a famous villain (Dr. Horrible).&amp;#160; But there are complications.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the majority of it is sung! Neil Patrick Harris (Dr. Horrible) is a FANTASTIC singer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, they won an EMMY!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Congratulations!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you need a good laugh – and to have a cool song stuck in your head. Check out Dr. Horrible’s Sing-A-Long Blog!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-2216452187256482120?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/2216452187256482120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-for-me-and-yay-for-dr-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/2216452187256482120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/2216452187256482120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-for-me-and-yay-for-dr-horrible.html' title='A YAY for me and a YAY for Dr. Horrible!'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sqz2UF3cwiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fnluGffM1cM/s72-c/lilistcrow_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-8391512031413399631</id><published>2009-09-11T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:08:50.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PNBA Trade Show Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Day two was also a lot of fun! The people I’m working with are hilarious and knowledgeable! And I’m learning a lot about “the glamour” of being a writer. Not so glamourous!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, I worked the front doors as the floor opened. We had to make sure people had badges and that they didn’t bring in large suitcases in order to remove large piles of books!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here was my view from the door. There were over 180 booths and tables.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqseyyqB5xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcEzXCyn908/s1600-h/thefloor1%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="thefloor1" border="0" alt="thefloor1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqsezNIQMyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UctzLhUumxU/thefloor1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqsezZ5xqXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9oDgZJ_eE0I/s1600-h/thefloor2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="thefloor2" border="0" alt="thefloor2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sqsez7O9JxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FjmMEep226M/thefloor2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I then ate some lunch and moved some boxes of books around the trade floor. At the end of the day, many of the publishers decided to leave their books on the trade floor.&amp;#160; Apparently, it’s cheaper to leave them there than mail them back to their publisher. Ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, the PNBA has set up a program where the majority of the discards go to a rural library.&amp;#160; This year, the books are going to a library in Idaho.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The rest of the discards are put on a “free” table. And we got first dibs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My pile:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sqse0FElTTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ONmb_EjUIM8/s1600-h/throwaways%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="throwaways" border="0" alt="throwaways" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sqse0VbJI8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Qm2VZyXPmTA/throwaways_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quite a few of the books are for kids and young adults, so I envision using them as rewards at my job. I will blog about some of my treasures later – after I read some of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Off to get some rest. I’m kinda pooped. Another long day tomorrow. I work the autograph area tomorrow, then finishing up cleaning up the trade show floor (1/2 of the houses, publishers, businesses will be there tomorrow).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-8391512031413399631?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/8391512031413399631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/pnba-trade-show-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8391512031413399631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8391512031413399631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/pnba-trade-show-day-2.html' title='PNBA Trade Show Day 2'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqsezNIQMyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UctzLhUumxU/s72-c/thefloor1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-8351439206332095343</id><published>2009-09-11T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:23:29.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PNBA Trade Show 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am volunteering at the Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association Trade Show this year.&amp;#160; I started last night with a quick training, the stuffing of materials – then off to the Nightcapper which is the evening autograph session with an open bar and dessert goodies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I ended up working with a local author the entire evening. &lt;a href="http://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/journal/the-books/strange-angels/"&gt;Lili St. Crow&lt;/a&gt;, who is a FABULOUS and WONDERFUL woman. She has written over 30 books thus far, still works at her local book store, and is raising 3 kiddos. Very busy! Her most recent book is her first YA series. The book is titled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Strange-Angels-Lili-St-Crow/dp/1595142517/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252678473&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Strange Angels&lt;/a&gt;. The second book in the 5-part series, Betrayals, is coming out in November.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She and I had a complete blast last night. We were laughing and joking – and she was wonderful with the persons who came to our table. And she may have talked me into do the GPS option on my iPhone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is us:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqpdXFL-qKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xuY3JFTC2Ow/s1600-h/lilistcrow%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="lilistcrow" border="0" alt="lilistcrow" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqpdXn8OEGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tU3xQbwTg9Q/lilistcrow_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also met other wonderful authors:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patrickdewitt.net/"&gt;Patrick deWitt&lt;/a&gt; is a local author who wrote &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ablutions-Notes-Novel-Patrick-deWitt/dp/0151014981/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252678593&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Ablutions&lt;/a&gt;, which came out earlier in the year. I didn’t get to chat with him much, but he’s going to be at Wordstock, so I’ll see him later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The third author I visited with is a Seattle-based author, &lt;a href="http://www.cheriepriest.com/"&gt;Cherie Priest&lt;/a&gt;, who wrote a cyberpunk novel called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Boneshaker-Cherie-Priest/dp/0765318415/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252678714&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Boneshaker&lt;/a&gt;, which is due out at the end of the month. I have a signed Advanced Uncorrected Proof.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is me with Cherie Priest:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqpdXyGkD2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uzSdLm1HRjw/s1600-h/cheriepriest%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="cheriepriest" border="0" alt="cheriepriest" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqpdYfoqcHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VZL-1QKmytI/cheriepriest_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She’s gorgeous up close! Guess that’s why I look like I have stick up my butt! :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Off I go! Second day today! Have a good one – whatever you do!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-8351439206332095343?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/8351439206332095343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/pnba-trade-show-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8351439206332095343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8351439206332095343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/pnba-trade-show-2009.html' title='PNBA Trade Show 2009'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SqpdXn8OEGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tU3xQbwTg9Q/s72-c/lilistcrow_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-8998101796997420121</id><published>2009-09-03T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:28:55.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update about the girls…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi all. My computer went kaput – and it took a while to fix it, reinstall programs, and put on all of my data and information.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, finally, I am up and running. Good thing I keep a running list of my information and accounts. Egads.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, our girls are now 2 weeks old. One of our girls is a few days older, but soon it won’t matter. They had a quick bout with coccidiosis, but we found the bloody poops and got medicine. All of the girls made it through without a problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then, one of our girls met our pup, Mora. They played like best friends. Lucy ended up chasing Mora around the living room. It was hilarious. Who knew our dog needed her own pet chicken. This is Mora and Lucy:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SjAGYPzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hI7AxmoO-VM/s1600-h/photo3%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="photo3" border="0" alt="photo3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SjqKjHAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pv8SAtjo4Iw/photo3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, yesterday, we introduced them to a few new things: millet and cobs of corn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First, the millet. I put the millet in their brooder and they were a little leery:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SkKf99SI/AAAAAAAAADY/qZNgaApLcC0/s1600-h/scary_millet%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="scary_millet" border="0" alt="scary_millet" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_Sk7jSF5I/AAAAAAAAADc/1UZcxL0ESEc/scary_millet_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then, Lucy got a little braver:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SlbLNnnI/AAAAAAAAADg/9nev9TCnCtE/s1600-h/brave_lucy%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="brave_lucy" border="0" alt="brave_lucy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_Sl1qXjuI/AAAAAAAAADk/A977-bxufqI/brave_lucy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then, they decided that millet rocks (I tucked it into their food area so they would get used to it):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SmRwX4aI/AAAAAAAAADo/9WAu5aMfadM/s1600-h/millet_rocks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="millet_rocks" border="0" alt="millet_rocks" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_Sm6QJuRI/AAAAAAAAADs/dJoBZejyvk8/millet_rocks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then, the spouse and I ate dinner and each had a cob of corn (which is DEFINITELY at the end of its season). So, the girls got the leftovers. They weren’t overly thrilled at first:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SnhZ6l7I/AAAAAAAAADw/CDvfZKEHh2k/s1600-h/corn_is_scary%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="corn_is_scary" border="0" alt="corn_is_scary" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_Sn2_garI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vMj2JXyLABs/corn_is_scary_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then, they really liked it. We could hear them fighting and chasing each other around:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SoTohZuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VmWs1Rk2zZs/s1600-h/corn_rocks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="corn_rocks" border="0" alt="corn_rocks" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SpOkuKDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4y8LNQEDiwQ/corn_rocks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is one of our bigger girls, Antoinette, enjoying the corn. The kids have nicknamed her “puffy cheeks.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_Spe9BohI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lj2LFj2kyZ0/s1600-h/netty_and_the_corn%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="netty_and_the_corn" border="0" alt="netty_and_the_corn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_Spx1965I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vXJFrVaZ6UE/netty_and_the_corn_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s an adventure. The next “chore” is starting to build a chicken coop and attached run this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-8998101796997420121?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/8998101796997420121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-about-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8998101796997420121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8998101796997420121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-about-girls.html' title='Update about the girls…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/Sp_SjqKjHAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pv8SAtjo4Iw/s72-c/photo3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-6914916498218664316</id><published>2009-08-23T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:34:57.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have named the girls…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It didn’t take long to get the girls named.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpHED-QO0LI/AAAAAAAAADI/zcQRDR43byE/s1600-h/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20015%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Bringing Home the Girls 015" border="0" alt="Bringing Home the Girls 015" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpHEEXgmXwI/AAAAAAAAADM/tUrAjMP280w/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20015_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" height="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Orpington - The buff coloured girl in the front is Polly (dad named her). She is 8 days old. And she is getting some serious feathers coming in. She is very observant of us and looks intently at us when we come near the brooder. She may be the protector of the group later on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rhode Island Red - The red girl in the back is Lucy (mum named her). She’s definitely the youngest of the flock. We think she’s 2 or 3 days old. And Robert thinks she’ll be a mama’s girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Australorp - The black girl in the back is Petunia (Petty for short). She is a little lover. She’s small. She’s 4 days old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ameraucana - The girl with the black stripe pecking in the sawdust is Antoinette (Netty for short). She loves to cuddle. We hold her in a cloth (to keep her warm) and she snuggles right down and sleeps.&amp;#160; And she is quite the nester. She is all ready making nests for herself throughout the brooder. She’s 4 days old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brown-legged Leghorn - The brown girl on the left with the multi-coloured wing is Miss Priss. She is the feistiest of the girls. She is all ready pecking at the others’ beaks. But she’s small – maybe that will help. She’s 4 days old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brown-legged Leghorn - The brown girl under Polly’s butt is Esther. She is settling in really quickly, but doesn’t have a distinct personality – yet. She’s 4 days old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They’re chirping up a storm right now. Just chatting. Nothing major. It’s nice to hear them sing and chat all day. Quite the relaxing sound. We have the garage door open between the house and the garage so we can hear them and they can hear us. Chitty chat. Chitty chat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-6914916498218664316?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/6914916498218664316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-named-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6914916498218664316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/6914916498218664316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-named-girls.html' title='We have named the girls…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpHEEXgmXwI/AAAAAAAAADM/tUrAjMP280w/s72-c/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20015_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-8764055305905570969</id><published>2009-08-22T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:00:56.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Home the Girls…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We went chicken shopping today and brought home 6 girls – well, we hope they’re girls. They were sexed, but there’s a 5 – 10% chance they might be boys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, we bought a brooder pen, light, food, etc., and brought them home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have 2 brown-legged Leghorns, 1 Ameraucana, 1 Rhode Island Red, 1 Australorp, and 1 Buff Orpington. All of the girls are 3 days old except for the Buff Orpington. She is 1 week old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I introduce you to the girls:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqhcvoEvI/AAAAAAAAACY/qOWXriof1Jw/s1600-h/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20001%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Bringing Home the Girls 001" border="0" alt="Bringing Home the Girls 001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqh9kTALI/AAAAAAAAACc/4Ex0wbTHUY0/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The store where we found the girls: the &lt;a href="http://www.urbanfarmstore.com/"&gt;Urban Farm Store&lt;/a&gt; in Portland.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqioaaMqI/AAAAAAAAACg/wetROvr2H1s/s1600-h/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20013%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Bringing Home the Girls 013" border="0" alt="Bringing Home the Girls 013" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqix_DGQI/AAAAAAAAACk/g2Heo6xys5c/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the “pastry” box. Looked like we were bringing home cake – except for the cheeping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqja9hBHI/AAAAAAAAACo/iJx44h8SVIk/s1600-h/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20014%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Bringing Home the Girls 014" border="0" alt="Bringing Home the Girls 014" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqjyg21wI/AAAAAAAAACs/PUy28omHiEM/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20014_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Their home for a few weeks. They huddled together for a few minutes – then they discovered the water and the food. That was the end of that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqkGuxopI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIGiso65Vgk/s1600-h/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20015%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Bringing Home the Girls 015" border="0" alt="Bringing Home the Girls 015" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqkldCBNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xo4mtdmowsg/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20015_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A closer view of the girls. The red girl is the Rhode Island Red, the blonde girl is the Buff Orpington, the black girl is the Australorp, the brown one under the Orpington and the girl to the left are the 2 Leghorns, and the girl pecking on the ground (with the brown stripe) is the Ameraucana. The Rhode Island Red was named Lucy by my mother (she does look like a Lucy – my mother also named my car, so mum’s good at this stuff) and Dad named the Orpington Polly. She is going to be huge (10 pounds) and puffy. And quite the egg-layer, too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqkwhJ7ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_FtTkHoo0os/s1600-h/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20017%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Bringing Home the Girls 017" border="0" alt="Bringing Home the Girls 017" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqlWIMjjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O7E5Afl6q3U/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20017_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The hubby holding the two Leghorns. They are all ready pretty aggressive, so we are trying to extra-socialize them and give the other girls a break. We are handling each of the chicks often. And they are doing fine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqlomfedI/AAAAAAAAADA/3tPF94IpRJo/s1600-h/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20029%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Bringing Home the Girls 029" border="0" alt="Bringing Home the Girls 029" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBql8FTIrI/AAAAAAAAADE/FYAjjalsUMU/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20029_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even Mora doesn’t care. She’s curious – and a little excited. But for the most part, she is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay with the new additions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Right now, as I type this up, I can hear the girls in the garage chirping away. It’s a nice sound.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until later…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-8764055305905570969?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/8764055305905570969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/bringing-home-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8764055305905570969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/8764055305905570969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/bringing-home-girls.html' title='Bringing Home the Girls…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SpBqh9kTALI/AAAAAAAAACc/4Ex0wbTHUY0/s72-c/Bringing%20Home%20the%20Girls%20001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-5919783621571678620</id><published>2009-08-22T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:20:46.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Local County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know. I know. I haven’t been around for a while. I had a super bad migraine thingy that lasted most of last week. And then the hubby and I decided to go to our local county fair yesterday, which just plum wore us out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had a nice time at the fair. We ALWAYS go see the animals – cows, pigs, chickens, etc. And that’s where we spent the majority of our time. We were there for about 3 hours – and we don’t go on the rides. BBBAAAAAAAARRRRRRRFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, here are a few photos:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A duct tape dress that a 4-H fiber arts student presented&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-ommOFoI/AAAAAAAAABY/bJThzWdsNQI/s1600-h/county_fair%20002%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="county_fair 002" border="0" alt="county_fair 002" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-pMgt__I/AAAAAAAAABc/0MqfL_qTSog/county_fair%20002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A little buddy of mine. He was crying and crying and crying because he was alone in the pen (his buddies, siblings were in the show pen at the time). So, I spent about 1/2 hour with him, just talking and petting. He had the BEST eye contact of any goat that I’d ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-pismdxI/AAAAAAAAABg/UaEIaC6_EHU/s1600-h/county_fair%20011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="county_fair 011" border="0" alt="county_fair 011" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-p45BKHI/AAAAAAAAABk/6j8rz6Wmvto/county_fair%20011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3-week old piglets. Mama was just a few feet away getting some rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-q3uWy6I/AAAAAAAAABo/pyQsnfGe-6U/s1600-h/county_fair%20042%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="county_fair 042" border="0" alt="county_fair 042" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-rStx9EI/AAAAAAAAABs/3zv3cIl6-r0/county_fair%20042_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me negotiating with a llama to not spit on me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-rzqXwqI/AAAAAAAAABw/PBlmTHifjWQ/s1600-h/county_fair%20046%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="county_fair 046" border="0" alt="county_fair 046" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-sc77TFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FWfIheHoAXc/county_fair%20046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We did a little chicken investigation. We decided on Bantams – Rhode Island Red or Americauna. But we looked at all of the breeds carefully. And they check us out, too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-suRdYfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2jikffsMeKA/s1600-h/county_fair%20062%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="county_fair 062" border="0" alt="county_fair 062" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-tP3vtGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iqP62R9u6Rk/county_fair%20062_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-tRnO87I/AAAAAAAAACA/L85m6wy4uTg/s1600-h/county_fair%20064%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="county_fair 064" border="0" alt="county_fair 064" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-t2cF1FI/AAAAAAAAACE/0SjzNKmagrM/county_fair%20064_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And sometimes, you have to check out the competition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-uELHynI/AAAAAAAAACI/pTY8ysMIuMw/s1600-h/county_fair%20122%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="county_fair 122" border="0" alt="county_fair 122" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-ubjS3SI/AAAAAAAAACM/Iu8B5bqcdZQ/county_fair%20122_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One little goofer just wanted his freedom. A woman caught him a few minutes later. He jumped on a mustang (the car, not the horse) and she whipped him out of free air.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-u4_Lb6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/MRy-JKoC6Go/s1600-h/county_fair%20125%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="county_fair 125" border="0" alt="county_fair 125" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-vYDI6GI/AAAAAAAAACU/OEeWJt1ODuA/county_fair%20125_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had a great time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, now, today, we are off to the chicken store.&amp;#160; Yup, we’re getting chickens. They have 3 day old chicks at the store and we’re gonna go check it out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See my updates coming up…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-5919783621571678620?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/5919783621571678620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-local-county-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5919783621571678620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/5919783621571678620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-local-county-fair.html' title='Our Local County Fair'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/So_-pMgt__I/AAAAAAAAABc/0MqfL_qTSog/s72-c/county_fair%20002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-3224992964302868446</id><published>2009-08-14T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:29:51.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If summer won’t come to me…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went out with my aunt and my mother yesterday for a day of yummy food and beautification.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been complaining and moaning and groaning about our lack of summer here in the Pacific Northwest, so I thought I would try to “summer-fy” myself in one way or another. So, I decided to do my toenails in a fun color. But I couldn’t decided between bright green or bright orange. So, the nail technician said “let’s do both.” And we did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SoWC7e99HMI/AAAAAAAAABM/MPu8LM-dAG8/s1600-h/toenails%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="toenails" border="0" alt="toenails" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SoWC7tZ-cZI/AAAAAAAAABU/UXzQA_uhRCU/toenails_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Girlfriend needs a tan, eh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, how are your summers going?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-3224992964302868446?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/3224992964302868446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-summer-wont-come-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/3224992964302868446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/3224992964302868446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-summer-wont-come-to-me.html' title='If summer won’t come to me…'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_gxtJKQzRze8/SoWC7tZ-cZI/AAAAAAAAABU/UXzQA_uhRCU/s72-c/toenails_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-7720042619275766185</id><published>2009-08-09T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:56:01.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willamette Writers Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m at the Willamette Writers Conference in not-so-sunny (is it still summer?) Portland, Oregon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m heading into Day 3.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will have updates tomorrow – after I recuperate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, I am not brave enough to take photos. So it will be a prose-y blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suffice it to say – I’m having a blast!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until then. Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-7720042619275766185?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/7720042619275766185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/willamette-writers-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7720042619275766185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/7720042619275766185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/willamette-writers-conference.html' title='Willamette Writers Conference'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162650337605913737.post-1030827641385081707</id><published>2009-08-04T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:35:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Take Joy, A Writer’s Guide to Loving the Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I borrowed Jane Yolen’s &lt;i&gt;Take Joy, A Writer’s Guide to Loving the Craft&lt;/i&gt; from the local library and it sat on my coffee table for nearly three weeks. I never really thought about it, but took comfort in the “take joy” part of the title. Yes, I have been taking joy in my writing process. But some days, it’s a struggle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I found myself in one of those struggle-places yesterday, so I thought I would crack open the book and partake in Yolen’s advice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Much to my chagrin, I didn’t make it past page 51. I wasn’t feeling the joy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are pieces of really good advice: a quote from Louis Pasteur (“Chance favors the mind that is prepared”), listings of publications to read in order to keep a finger on the pulse of publishing (Publisher’s Lunch was new to me), and open and honest advice about the business of publishing (“trust me, it’s just business”).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But for all of these good points, I found Yolen’s book full of snide comments and through-the-back-door critiques which didn’t offer “joy” to me as a hopeful author.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some examples:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kalliope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In a discussion about Kalliope and how stories can bring joy or “hurt your ears,” Yolen offers harsh critiques of &lt;i&gt;Love You Forever&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Hannibal&lt;/i&gt;, Ludlum thrillers, psychological self-help books, New Age (which she references as “woo woo” or “newage to rhyme with sewage”), and romance novels.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t get me wrong, but her points about the first two books gave me pause to rethink how I look at children’s books and the messages that they offer (a feminist critique). And I was in perfect agreement with her about her critique of Hannibal (unbelievable ending).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But is the proper venue in a book that offers writers the promise of finding joy in their writing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Metaphors&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On page 51, Yolen offers a story about a letter she received from a child who read her book &lt;i&gt;Owl Moon&lt;/i&gt;. In this section of the book, she is discussing the use of metaphors in stories.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Of course, I once got a letter from a child who wrote, “I love the meddlefurs [metaphors] in &lt;i&gt;Owl Moon&lt;/i&gt;.” … I think the meddler in this case was the teacher. Besides, Owl Moon mostly has similes, not metaphors. We must be ever pedagogically correct.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In an otherwise lovely discussion about metaphors, the use of metaphors, and examples of metaphors, Yolen has to throw in this snide comment, which only detracts from the point she is making about metaphors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Facile&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, I lied a little bit above. I ended up glancing through the book in case I could find something that could entice me to read more of the book. What did I find? More snide comments and opinions:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On pages 71 – 72, in a section entitled Be Care of Being Facile, Yolen offers a best-advice comment from an editor “do not be beguiled by your own facility.” Nice advice – in an appropriate place and to the appropriate person, in my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yolen then gives examples of writers who are facile (including herself in a final exam example). She calls the concept “party tricks.” She lists two very popular authors, Barbara Cartland and R.L. Stine (the &lt;i&gt;Goosebump&lt;/i&gt; series) and notes “interchangeable sets of ciphers acting out a plot-by-the-numbers. Party tricks.” I think her point could have been made without stabbing at other authors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In each of these examples of my displeasure, I do agree that there are appropriate places for these comments and critiques.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But not in a book that promises us that it will help us “take joy” and offer us a “guide to loving the craft.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the kind of book that I would have purchased (used, most likely) based upon the title. But I am glad that I didn’t. It didn’t offer me what it promised. Instead, I’d like to offer a different title for your consideration: “Taking the Joy Out Of Writing”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was very disappointed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162650337605913737-1030827641385081707?l=pattihaack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/feeds/1030827641385081707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-review-take-joy-writers-guide-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1030827641385081707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162650337605913737/posts/default/1030827641385081707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattihaack.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-review-take-joy-writers-guide-to.html' title='Book Review: Take Joy, A Writer’s Guide to Loving the Craft'/><author><name>PattiHaack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799187396927262373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
