<?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-2786390975289168167</id><updated>2011-11-07T06:35:24.478-05:00</updated><category term='twilight'/><category term='elf'/><category term='Amazon Kindle'/><category term='Wish List'/><category term='nutella'/><category term='NaNoWriMo'/><category term='Timeless Thursday'/><category term='John McCain'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><title type='text'>Your Daily Espresso</title><subtitle type='html'>Writing, books, and lots of coffee - A blog by Molly Brewer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5213586173318289229</id><published>2011-09-13T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:12:32.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New life, new blog.</title><content type='html'>I've moved. I live in New York now, and it only seemed fitting to start anew with my blogging. Follow my adventures, both writing and otherwise &lt;a href="http://anatmosphericleap.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5213586173318289229?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5213586173318289229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-life-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5213586173318289229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5213586173318289229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-life-new-blog.html' title='New life, new blog.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-1903990666177268636</id><published>2011-05-30T02:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:39:48.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendra and Owen's story. Rare WIP excerpt!</title><content type='html'>Alaska Junction is hanging out, taking a breather. In the mean time, I'm working on a new story, revolving around two artists who fall madly in love. And then life happens. Here is a short excerpt, or... Flash. This might not even make it into the final version, but I love it, and so I shall post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dream of a room with white walls. Not white due to lack of imagination, mind you. White, open and welcoming, full of possibility. I dream of paints and brushes, ready to come alive to fill the space only contained by the white walls. Detail in each flower,  gleam and sparkle to the stars calling out from their galaxies. I dream of filling the walls with moments from my life. And for the first time, I sit here in my room, walls the color of lilacs, and  I imagine someone with me. I see him filling the white walls, not just with paint, but with a life. I see his hands, smudging a mark, brushing away his pre-sketched lines. I see his shoes, speckled with paint drops. But I don't see a room anymore. I see a home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it! I'll try and blog again soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-1903990666177268636?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/1903990666177268636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/05/kendra-and-owen-story-rare-wip-excerpt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1903990666177268636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1903990666177268636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/05/kendra-and-owen-story-rare-wip-excerpt.html' title='Kendra and Owen&amp;#39;s story. Rare WIP excerpt!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2808835371840669891</id><published>2011-05-26T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:56:16.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm testing Blogger for Glenna...</title><content type='html'>Because I love &lt;a href="http://www.bluelipsticksamurai.com/"&gt;The Blue Lipstick Samurai&lt;/a&gt;. She makes me happy. Also, we're married on Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2808835371840669891?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2808835371840669891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-testing-blogger-for-glenna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2808835371840669891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2808835371840669891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-testing-blogger-for-glenna.html' title='I&apos;m testing Blogger for Glenna...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4846674046506287255</id><published>2011-05-15T18:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:43:54.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterbug hits the Big Apple. Pt. 2 I love music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a soundtrack to this trip, and while sharing every song is a bit unrealistic, these are a few snippets. 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Pt. 2 I love music.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_vGEuvmfI9U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7392151020880096308</id><published>2011-05-05T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:23:04.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know that senior year is stressful?</title><content type='html'>I have a lovely post with the second half of my New York pictures all organized and pretty- I even added another dimension to the post itself, which should be interesting... But that's not now. I haven't been posting lately because, SHOCKER I've been busy. But this stress goes beyond just finals and into something greater and deeper. This is it. This is my last month of my last year in High School. I'm terrified. I want it to be OVER. I can't wait. I have written nothing in months, and that thought makes me cringe almost as much as the 180 emails in my inbox. I sometimes immerse myself into one niche, or focus all of my free time into one being or one thing because I can't imagine spreading out my severely limited time over something broad and sweeping. I'm holding on, barely, but I'm almost done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had crazyawesomemajorstrangsadnew experiences on a personal level. Someone came into my life for a short period of time; it was real, it was personal and like that, it was over. Another friend and I had to make some very raw, and very sensitive decisions, and the future is is looking terrifying right now. More than one person's heart was broken, and someone's heart is going to be shattered in the upcoming months, and I wish beyond anything, that I could prevent it. I was "introduced" (via email) to one of my future roommates, and I am beyond blessed to know her- our apartment is going to rock. College will be amazing. And then there's another person who showed up out of a lovely, faraway somewhere, bringing Flowers and Hot Tamales. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here. I have three papers to finish up tonight. I have work tomorrow, I have geometry, and the disadvantage of not getting more than five hours of sleep the past two nights because time slips away when you're talking to friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/05/3544.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/05/s_3544.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7392151020880096308?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7392151020880096308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/05/did-you-know-that-senior-year-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7392151020880096308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7392151020880096308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/05/did-you-know-that-senior-year-is.html' title='Did you know that senior year is stressful?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8445542992107618777</id><published>2011-03-09T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:03:57.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterbug hits the Big Apple. Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, I don't ever plan on calling New York 'The Big Apple' ever again. There is a first and a last time for everything. I have so many things I could write here, but the plain truth is this: by the direction and provision of my God, I will be attending school and living in the city this fall. These pictures are of my time in New York this spring, but they are only a glimpse of what will come later this year. 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I’m not going to go into how I [once upon a time] set a schedule for blogging, hoping that would keep me on track, or how I even put, “New post every Monday!” in my header- I’m blogging now, and that’s what is important. So, I open up a new document* on my computer, and sit here, mouth gaping open like a large-mouth bass** wondering what on earth I’m going to write about. I could talk about critique partners, or editing, or review something, or brag, or post pictures relating to my manuscript, but I’ve done all of that, or read it somewhere recently. I have decided that every topic has been covered in the blogging world, and that I’m not contributing anything meaningful. So, I’m quitting! This is the official last post of YDE. It’s been an amazing experience, and I thank you all for coming along on this journey with me. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I almost wrote “new Word document” instead of new document. I think it’s fascinating how technology has weaseled itself into our vocabulary. What do you say if you’re going to go look something up on the internet? You say that you’re going to go Google it. Do you actually use Google? Meh. Sometimes. I use Bing, DogPile, Ask, but the point is that “Word document” as in Microsoft Word, (I’ve had my MacBook since 2009, and wrote on a Mac for over a year before that- I haven’t actually USED MicrosoftWord in years) and Google are our defaults. We are a strange people, and I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Will someone tell me where the fish/fishing reference came from? Because I have NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING! So anyway, I was sitting around, wondering what to talk about, and twirled my braided pigtail around my finger. Yes, I said pigtail. There were two of them. I think they’re rather cute, still. Yes, I know I’m not five, but that is PRECISELY my point. When I was... Okay, I never stopped putting my hair in pigtails... When I was younger, I&amp;nbsp; braided my hair a lot. It’s something that’s stuck with me. I write YA fiction, and I’m turning 19 this year, but I’ve kept a taste for tie-dye, and pigtails* but I like to think that I’ve matured in some ways, and that those likes from my childhood aren’t childish, but rather just personal. That’s how I believe writing matures with age. One might gain a new skill set, or a better eye for sentence structure, but your character, your personality, will stay with you. (Okay, I would HOPE that your personality would stay with you.) Sure, tastes change, you might wonder what on EARTH you were thinking when you used that much eye liner, or tried to achieve the perfect feathered flip, but something that is special to you, or important to you will stay around. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some Hey Arnold! to watch, while I enjoy my Ring Pop, pet my Furbie and listen to the Backstreet Boys. Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes, I realize that I sound like a complete hippie- vegetarian, feminist, barefoot, tie-dye and pigtail wearer, recycler, mac user... Dude- I’m TOTALLY A HIPPIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3788887996172718677?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3788887996172718677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/grow-up-will-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3788887996172718677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3788887996172718677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/grow-up-will-you.html' title='Grow up, will you?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-208359964832823158</id><published>2011-02-07T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:19:00.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaand now there IS a redesign!</title><content type='html'>So, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-208359964832823158?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/208359964832823158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/aaaaand-now-there-is-redesign.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/208359964832823158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/208359964832823158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/aaaaand-now-there-is-redesign.html' title='Aaaaand now there IS a redesign!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3349605419390312362</id><published>2011-02-07T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:13:10.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello redesign!</title><content type='html'>... Okay, I know that everything looks the same NOW, but just give me a few hours. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/07/1134.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/07/s_1134.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREVIEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3349605419390312362?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3349605419390312362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-redesign.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3349605419390312362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3349605419390312362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-redesign.html' title='Hello redesign!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7097536257623646310</id><published>2011-02-02T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:25:05.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Walking</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! Happy February! I unofficially took January off from blogging, so that I could get my bearings. This is my last semester of high school ever. I have four classes, plus a job and a half, and the stressful yet exciting prospect of college. New York. It’s all that I can think of right now, worrying about the money, or getting there- it’s pretty stressful. But I’m not writing this post about my life, or my vegetarianism, (three months, still going strong!) This post is about the race that is publishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before I go any further, let me say that I’m not saying no to being published, getting an agent, or writing a bestseller in two months with no sleep and too much caffeine. I don’t think it will, but my life could change at any time. I could sign with an agent (though I’m not querying) I could land  a book contract, though I’ve not sent any work out- that’s the nature of life, anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a writer becomes (even moderately) serious about his or her craft, the question of publication will come up. Some teenage authors will write a draft in their junior year of high school, find an agent or two (or three,) be published before college, and have four (possibly more) books published before the age of twenty. There are people like that who exist. I give them all the credit and admiration in the world, but I’m not one of those people. I’d like to be, oh boy would I. But either those teen prodigies before me were amazing at time management, or I’m REALLY not good at it. I tend to think that deep down more than anything, they were ready sooner than I, and want it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publishing is a marathon. I’m starting slow, or even starting normally. I’m writing, working, getting my head around who I want to be myself, while establishing who I want someone else to be. I’m writing one life story while smack dab in the middle of my own. Every author started at the beginning, everyone had struggles along the way. You work and walk to the midway point, (sometimes run) where, hopefully, you manage to earn the support of an agent, who continues on beside you, carrying a water bottle and a granola bar. You both continue on your way, sometimes stopping, often hitting rough patches. Once your literary child sits on a bookshelf, you hop on your agent’s golf cart, drive to the midway point, and start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting here in my bedroom, working on homework. Simon and Garfunkel is playing in the background, and sunlight is considering peeking in through my window. I have a cup of coffee (obviously) in my lap. I just read an email about getting tickets to a Broadway show when I’m in New York at the end of this month. I don’t have a copy of March, or Alaska Junction, or The Darcy Complex, or 40 Weeks sitting on my shelf. But I have ideas beyond my wildest dreams, I have ideas that were once dreams. I can flip-flop projects, because I really want to work or March more than Alaska right now. I could take a week off of writing if I wanted to. I’m still walking. But this is the time that I’m supposed to be walking. I’m warming up, I’m stretching my muscles. Before I know it, I’ll be at the “send out a query” checkpoint, but right now, my primary objective is to learn and to live along the way. Sure, it’s not glamorous, or even individualistic. How many adults spent their teenagehood writing in battered notebooks in every spare moment that they could find? I join the ranks of people passionate about their work, who are content where they are. I could not be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7097536257623646310?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7097536257623646310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7097536257623646310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7097536257623646310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-walking.html' title='Why I&amp;#39;m Walking'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3851277891861128525</id><published>2011-01-01T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:48:13.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Resolution</title><content type='html'>I don’t typically DO resolutions, but I glanced at the clock and saw 11:30 on the first day of the year. I thought briefly, but realized that this is something I can’t analyze and think about too much... I am going to write every day. My writing can be anything, at least ONE word, from any project I may be working on, it can be creative jumble, it can be crap, heck- I could write “this is my sentence of the day, I hate this.” and save the document. I’m going to put a progress bar which will document how many words I’ve written this year. I need to be less focused on simply one project, and more about making writing an everyday habit. I may decide to focus in on one single work, but I’m always working on bits and pieces of many. I’ll keep you updated, but for now I need to pack, and shower and be ready to drive home from my Florida escape tomorrow. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3851277891861128525?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3851277891861128525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3851277891861128525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3851277891861128525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution.html' title='A Resolution'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7506296508840893384</id><published>2010-12-24T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:44:58.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I have several very exciting announcements, but those will probably have to wait until tomorrow. For today, I just encourage you to have a happy Christmas. Enjoy the family and friends you get to spend your holidays with. Hug those near you, and treat yourself today. After all, calories don't count on holidays, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have some new info to post on "This Week," but I'm choosing to post last week for this post, and next week (this week) next post. Confused yet? Oh just read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to: The new Ministry of Magic Album, especially the song Lily- it was on repeat all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched: The Grinch, and back episodes of Glee. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I read: Anna and The French Kiss. It was completely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote: Down plot idea, and critiqued a query.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wish: That this snow would melt JUST ENOUGH so that I could drive home and not have to hike up the mountain to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you listen to, watch, read, write and wish this week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7506296508840893384?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7506296508840893384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7506296508840893384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7506296508840893384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3791953219568981997</id><published>2010-11-20T16:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:59:31.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow for a free copy of Anna and the French Kiss!</title><content type='html'>92. What is 92, you may ask? 92 is the number of people needed (as of 4:17 on Saturday the 20th) to give me 400 followers on Twitter. When I reach 400, I am going to give one personalized (As in, "Molly, I hope you enjoy every minute of Anna, I had so much fun writing it! XOXO, Steph." or something of that lot) autographed copy of Anna and the French Kiss, by Stephanie Perkins away to one of those randomly selected followers.(and breathe)Anyone is eligible, all you have to do is follow me! &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/theknittingnerd/status/6100191958532096"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a pre-written tweet with a link, but you can make up your own as well. Happy follow/RTing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3791953219568981997?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3791953219568981997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/11/follow-for-free-copy-of-anna-and-french.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3791953219568981997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3791953219568981997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/11/follow-for-free-copy-of-anna-and-french.html' title='Follow for a free copy of Anna and the French Kiss!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5196939447932429215</id><published>2010-11-19T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:05:07.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Molly. You might remember me from this blog... I used to post here until I didn’t. I feel REALLY bad about it. But, thank goodness you all are loving individuals who will read by blog even when I don’t post for a month, and tweet at me in the mean time! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been RIDICULOUSLY busy- with what, you may ask? Well, from October 27th- November 3rd, I was working on a political campaign for Marco Rubio, senatorial candidate from Florida. I work with a student political activism organization that pulls [primarily homeschooling] students from around the country to work on campaigns for pro-homeschooling candidates. I had an amazing experience, and met some really great people. I also collected some thoughts on our lovely political process, both in terms of voters, and bitter partisanship. That should get up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to everyone doing NaNoWriMo this year- I am really glad that I’m not doing it this go around. The fact that I have gotten NO writing done for my novel, and haven’t posted on my blog since mid-October is proof enough that writing a book in 30 days is not practical for me. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an iPhone! Gone is THE cheapest, tackiest phone known to man (it didn’t have a camera, speakerphone, or the ability to play anything but MIDIs. Ahhh!) I bought the 3GS, because I’ve heard too many bad stories about the 4. Oh, and the thing was $107 including tax, which is pretty cheap compared to some of the phones on the market right now. I love being to google anything I want WHENEVER. Nerd freedom! If anyone has app suggestions, I’m definitely willing to take them! Oh, and this brings my Apple total to a PowerMac, a (I think) G4 tower, a MacBook, two iPods (one 2nd Generation, one touch) an an iPhone. Considering getting an apple tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarianism- is still going strong. I didn’t expect to be able to keep it up while on campaign, because you spend all week eating food that someone else buys, but there was only ONE instance where I had meat, and that was at my cousin’s house. We had ribs, and they were good. During the campaign we were given gift cards with our meal allowance for the week- we had breakfast and lunch out. Therefore, I was able to choose meat-free items. I’m almost finished with a half-gallon of Silk, and bought Almond Breeze today. I also got a B12 supplement, which I’ve been told is recommended for vegetarians as B12 is pretty essential and apparently found primarily in meat. I feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is where I am going to leave you all- (after “This Week,” of course. I plan on getting back into Monday posting, so I will see you then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to: The ‘Ones Who Fly, Twos Who Die’ station on Pandora. On my iPhone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched: Well, I’m not going to watch YET, but tomorrow (Friday) I will be watching HARRY POTTER!!! (Can you tell I’m excited??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read: &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/bjnNtf"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt;. It’s a call to action any geeks in the world (um, hello) to support Katie, a first grader with an awesome Star Wars water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote: Nothing. Homework. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: You a Harry bliss-mass at the Friday premiere. (I’m getting punchy. Somebody stop me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you listen to, watch, read, write and wish this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5196939447932429215?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5196939447932429215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5196939447932429215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5196939447932429215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5898720658280072215</id><published>2010-10-19T01:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:02:33.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still Monday in Seattle!</title><content type='html'>This was supposed to go up on MONDAY NIGHT, but my internet was tied&lt;br&gt;up. SO, instead of Monday night, it shall be posted Tuesday morning at&lt;br&gt;12:45. Heh.&lt;p&gt;Vegetarian Update! I really feel good. If I can stay this way, I know&lt;br&gt;that I can make this a long-time thing. I started out last week with&lt;br&gt;the intention of going completely dairy-free, and that didn&amp;#39;t quite&lt;br&gt;happen. I had a birthday, see, and my dad makes A-freakingMAZING&lt;br&gt;cheesecake- mocha cheesecake, in fact. So I didn&amp;#39;t keep up with it&lt;br&gt;over my birthday, but from that point out, I was pretty much as&lt;br&gt;dairy-free as I could go. It&amp;#39;s actually not hard with work (Hi Kayla!)&lt;br&gt;because we have soy milk. (Actually, a soy coffee frappuccino is&lt;br&gt;REALLY REALLY good. You can hardly tell a difference.) I&amp;#39;ve heard from&lt;br&gt;SEVERAL people to be supercareful with soy, making sure that I don&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;go overboard, and make sure to add some variety, and I plan on it. I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;going to try rice milk next, then almond.&lt;p&gt; It&amp;#39;s amazing how much of a difference I can tell in my sinuses when&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m not having dairy. I never thought I had any problems before, just&lt;br&gt;the normal stuffyness. But I woke up on Tuesday (after only ONE DAY of&lt;br&gt;soy, and have felt the same way when I go dairy-free since) with&lt;br&gt;completely clear sinuses. It&amp;#39;s weird! I like it!&lt;p&gt;The next step for me is to go meat-free, which I&amp;#39;m already enjoying.&lt;br&gt;My parents are pretty healthy eaters themselves, and my dad is a chef,&lt;br&gt;so I&amp;#39;ve grown up with some unusual foods, many of them from my mom&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;favorite cookbook, which is vegetarian meals with five ingredients or&lt;br&gt;less. I got a soy toffee-nut latte at work, vegetarian pad-thai (vegan&lt;br&gt;to my knowledge... I asked for no egg, but that doesn&amp;#39;t guarantee no&lt;br&gt;honey, etc.) and my mom made pasta with a zucchini-tomato sauce (no&lt;br&gt;meat, parmesan optional.) I want to look into getting some vitamin&lt;br&gt;supplements just to make sure I&amp;#39;m getting everything that I need, but&lt;br&gt;like I said, if it was this easy ( know it&amp;#39;s not going to be like this&lt;br&gt;forever, um HELLO I&amp;#39;ve been at it for a week) I&amp;#39;d be a vegetarian&lt;br&gt;(with vegan tendencies) forever.&lt;p&gt;No writing this week, just homework and workwork. I&amp;#39;m getting mail&lt;br&gt;(with applications. *gulp*) all the time, and I&amp;#39;m trying to figure out&lt;br&gt;scholarships and grants and SAT scores... Stressful, let me tell you.&lt;br&gt;I also (yay!) got my full license Thursday, so I can now legally drive&lt;br&gt;whenever. I have a more writing-centered post to go up later this&lt;br&gt;week,  so for now I think I&amp;#39;m going to go to la-la land and end this.&lt;br&gt;But not without:&lt;p&gt;THIS WEEK!&lt;p&gt;I listened to: The podcast &amp;quot;Stuff Mom Never Told You.&amp;quot; Two co-hosts&lt;br&gt;(one of which is named Molly!) talk about some of the most RANDOM and&lt;br&gt;awesome topics, answering those questions you always wondered about.&lt;br&gt;Like, &amp;quot;Is Miss America relevant?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Do men go through menopause?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Does&lt;br&gt;my colon need cleansing?&amp;quot; :)&lt;p&gt;I watched: Easy A! It watches like a good teen novel reads. There&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;language, but there&amp;#39;s language everywhere. Really funny, and&lt;br&gt;surprisingly content-free for a movie about a girl who supposedly&lt;br&gt;sleeps with [practically, or so the rumor goes] her entire senior&lt;br&gt;class. I&amp;#39;d see it again, AND buy it on DVD.&lt;p&gt;I read: Scrambled Eggs and Midnight (Actually, I&amp;#39;m readING it.) and,&lt;br&gt;Tales of a Female Nomad. Love them both.&lt;p&gt;I wrote: Thank you notes.&lt;p&gt;I wish: I had Hermione&amp;#39;s Time Turner.&lt;p&gt;So what did you listen to, watch, read, write and wish this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5898720658280072215?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5898720658280072215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-still-monday-in-seattle.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5898720658280072215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5898720658280072215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-still-monday-in-seattle.html' title='It&apos;s still Monday in Seattle!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2545484449591145526</id><published>2010-10-11T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:15:23.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday! Vegetarianism! SBS!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be a vegetarian for awhile. Just because. This post will have next to nothing writing related, just letting you know now. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love a challenge, I love an adventure. I love EXPERIENCING, and being to look back, having realized that I survived. Which is why I'm attempting to be a vegetarian! I'm not doing it for health reasons, (but, hello side benefit!) or moral (although, I don't like the thought of dead anything so why the HE!! am I eating flesh?!? WILLINGLY!) I just am. I'm also not doing this to judge myself (or- heavens, anyone else), or show off, it just seems interesting. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Starting today, Monday, I will be going off dairy for the week. I want to test the water cutting out one major protein source, to see how it goes. If (by the end of the week) I'm still feeling okay, I'll cut out red meats, then chicken and turkey (don't really eat much fish or pork) but with some dairy allowance. At that point I'll be a vegetarian with vegan tendencies. ;) I would go all the way with the veganism (no animal products whatsoever, including gelatin and honey) but I'm not willing to make that kind of commitment. My life is stressful enough. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;In other news, I think I might have Second Book Syndrome. I'm scared that I'm writing the same material [as March], just with different characters and a leap across the country. Stephanie Perkins told me that strong coffee and dance music helps, though- so I am going to take her up on that. :) Have you ever experienced SBS? Have you ever tried something just for the heck of it, just because you want the challenge?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;THIS WEEK!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I listened to: Coldplay's The Scientist over and over and over and over, AND a customer who came into Starbucks talk about her life living in Crete for 8 months, just because. Oh, and she also traveled in Ireland, and recommended &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0609809547/sr=8-1/qid=1286773394/ref=olp_product_details?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;me=&amp;amp;qid=1286773394&amp;amp;sr=8-1&amp;amp;seller="&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt;. I WANT HER LIFE.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I watched: Runaway Bride.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I read: Hex Hall, by Rachel Hawkins. Really enjoying it so far!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wrote: very little- oh, except for my name for my LEAKYCON registration!!! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish: That someday my prince will come, riding on a shooting second star to the right somewhere over the rainbow. &amp;lt;---- I want to see that movie. Oh, and that my inbox didn&amp;#39;t scare me as much as it does.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So what did you listen to, watch, read, write and wish this week? (Oh yeah, I&amp;#39;m starting season 6 of friends!  8 hours of show over 9 days.... :D)&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2545484449591145526?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2545484449591145526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/10/monday-vegetarianism-sbs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2545484449591145526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2545484449591145526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/10/monday-vegetarianism-sbs.html' title='Monday! Vegetarianism! SBS!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-587063693099237110</id><published>2010-10-06T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:33:52.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to thank the academy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaqjpfZJjpk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaqjpfZJjpk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reader, I loved books for their stories, cover art and such. But now, as a writer, I love a different part. I love acknowledgments (thank you’s, the part of the book where the writer gushes about their amazing support systems, whatever you call it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you’re a writer yourself, you know how solitary writing can be. After all, your job is basically listening to the voices in your head, and writing them down... Not a whole lot of room for social activities. At least, in my experience, social writing is not very productive. The acknowledgments are so important to me, because I can only imagine how many personal sacrifices those people make because they love the writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quote that says that women are like teabags- you don't know how strong they are until you put them in hot water. I think relationships are the same way. You can be fine, and have a GREAT relationship (or friendship) but when the going gets tough, or boring, or you lose time for each other, what happens? The test of any friendship is how they can relate to you when you're writing, and not being very interesting. It's NOT easy being friends with one of us, especially when we can't go out and do stuff because we need to get another couple of thousand words down. We don't make our part of the friendship easy- the voices in our head tend to dominate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw this out there to anyone who cares, and anyone who knows me, and still speaks to me. Thank you. Writing is something so important to me, that I couldn't imagine living without it, and I owe you so much- for times when I had to cancel something fun, or wrote while we were on the phone, only managing to get out "Mhmm's" and "Oh, definitely. I get you." Without a great support system, we writers would take to the bottle before ten, and that would NOT be pretty. I’m not naming names, because anyone reading this blog, or anyone who has has some kind of interaction with me over the past year deserves this. So, thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to thank? Who supports you, despite the cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to: Dinah Washington, and ALL CAPS’s new album, lowercase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched: Oliver! Live! With my lovely, lovely friend GloriaTangerine. “Who will buy this wonderful morning...?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read: Paranormalcy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote: “Everything alright?” Annie said from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;“It should be. But next time, leave the parenting of MY daughter to me, okay?” She gathered up the bags, and ran back up the stairs. Jenny knocked again At Callie’s door, silently praying her daughter hadn’t changed her mind. The door handle twisted and the whitewashed door groaned as Callie opened it and let her mother in. She placed the colorful bags on the bed, and turned, ponytail whipping around behind her, to face Callie- one bag in her grasp, and an excited look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: You joy and happiness, but above all this, I wish you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you listen to, watch, read, write and wish this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-587063693099237110?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/587063693099237110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/10/id-like-to-thank-academy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/587063693099237110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/587063693099237110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/10/id-like-to-thank-academy.html' title='I&apos;d like to thank the academy...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2378818056406128435</id><published>2010-09-27T09:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:01:04.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be? An ACTUAL post on a Monday?!</title><content type='html'>Today&amp;#39;s post will not be a long one, partially due to the fact that I have seven minutes before work, partially because there&amp;#39;s not much to tell. I&amp;#39;ve been working, and watching Friends, and doing Geometry. Bleh! But despite my boring, I hope your week was/will be productive and coffee filled. I&amp;#39;ve certainly got the coffee part down. So without further delay, I present: the end of my post.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;THIS WEEK, I: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Listened to: The Ingles Advantage song, which plays every 45 seconds at work. Look it up on YouTube, and you, too will start crying.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I  watched: Ross and Rachel get together, and break up, and fight, and not hate each other QUITE so much...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I read: Coffee cups. Decaf? Shots? Milk? Drink? Custom?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I  wrote: X[decaf], 3, N PSL, XH (I bet Kayla can translate!)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I wish: I had five more minutes! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2378818056406128435?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2378818056406128435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/09/could-it-be-actual-post-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2378818056406128435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2378818056406128435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/09/could-it-be-actual-post-on-monday.html' title='Could it be? An ACTUAL post on a Monday?!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4449834962818553724</id><published>2010-09-25T02:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T03:08:07.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to whip out the Write or Die. {UPDATED}</title><content type='html'>I’m not getting any writing done, and I need to... So, I’m whipping out the &lt;a href="http://writeordie.drwicked.com/"&gt;WoD&lt;/a&gt;, setting it for 500 words in 30 minutes. Won’t be too hard, I just need the challenge. I would make this a live blog, but it’s two in the morning, and I doubt any of you are crazy enough to be awake with me. I’ll update this post, and answer questions once my half hour is up. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATE: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finished, awake, and rather pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writeordie.drwicked.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://drwicked.com/wod.php?words=525&amp;amp;minutes=13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the time limit wasn't TOO challenging. I can now sleep, and wish that I could write my entire novel that way. It's REALLY late, but if my calculations are correct, I could write a 50,000 word novel in 19 hours if I kept up that pace... Something to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/abeltheband"&gt;These guys&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  watched: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1278469/"&gt;Temple Grandin&lt;/a&gt;- the movie. You can read more about this AMAZING woman &lt;a href="http://www.templegrandin.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temple_Grandin"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read: &lt;a href="http://www.maureenjohnsonbooks.com/2010/09/22/sell-the-girls"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; fablulous article on "boy books," by Maureen Johnson, two posts by Stephanie Perkins- one about &lt;a href="http://naturalartificial.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-gets-better.html"&gt;hope for teens after high school&lt;/a&gt;, the other about &lt;a href="http://naturalartificial.blogspot.com/2010/09/speak-loudly-mockingbirds-giveaway.html"&gt;censorship&lt;/a&gt;. I also perused the blogs of &lt;a href="http://www.bluelipsticksamurai.com/"&gt;Glenna Walsh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.abbystevens.com/"&gt;Abby Stevens&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://owlandsparrow.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kayla Olson&lt;/a&gt;. (Thank you for the comments! I love them all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  wrote: &lt;i&gt;The guy came into the store again today, you know the cute one? His name  is Brian, I don't remember if I mentioned it. I think he kind of asked  me out, and I think I said yes. Oh, and get this- he's picking me up at  my house! It's like a real date, only instead of a stern, "Young man,  you treat me daughter right" father, I have a grandmother with a shotgun  and 23 years of teaching experience. I wonder what will happen  tomorrow. If things go well, will I be his girlfriend? I know that  implies asking me out again, but where is the line between friends, and  friends who go out, and friends who DATE?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: That the dishwasher would load itself, and I could get caffeine in an IV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4449834962818553724?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4449834962818553724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-to-whip-out-write-or-die.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4449834962818553724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4449834962818553724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-to-whip-out-write-or-die.html' title='Time to whip out the Write or Die. {UPDATED}'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4316293216882738897</id><published>2010-09-23T03:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:05:38.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See that message below?</title><content type='html'>The blank one? It had a post. It was eloquent, and BEAUTIFUL. Blogger ate it. I am sad. SO, for your updating convenience, I am posting an older version of that post that was supposed to be on here two weeks ago. I am tired, and it&amp;#39;s not updated for modern times. SorrySorrySorry!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Thursday! A Starbucks job, an explanation, list of links and why I'm not doing NaNoWriMo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, last week I had this great post written out, and blogger had an issue, and it all went away. The rest of the week was COMPLETELY booked, so Monday became Tuesday, which became a Wednesday, evolving into a Thursday, and here we are again. There's been a lot of major news happen in my world recently, and I'm glad that it's FINALLY online. That makes it official, right?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The first bit of news is great, not quite as fantastic as the second, but amazing anyway. I got a job! At STARBUCKS! For hours a day, I am surrounded by coffee, and calls of "Chai Tea Latte!" or, "Breve Americano!" "Caramel Frappuccino!" Yes, in case you're wondering, I get an occasional free drink. ;) You would not believe the number of people who make it in the door, saying, "You know, I've been having a pretty crappy morning, but I know that when I come to Starbucks, there will be friendly people who will caffeinate me, which will get me through the day." It's a really nice feeling when we get to help. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The job also means that I am now am no longer megabroke, and am about 99.9% positive that I'll be able to go to LeakyCon 2011 next year, which I'm PUMPED about. My library hours changed a bit from summer to fall, in that I now get two hours a week, totaling about $30 dollars per paycheck. My cell phone bill is usually around $20, (I'm on the family plan) and Netflix is $9 per month. Yes, that is correct, I can cover my bills and that's it. With this new Starbucks job, my coffee costs are, well- lesser, and any money I get goes directly to my bank account, not to Netflix or ATT. Of course I say bank account...you had better believe I'll be doing a fair amount of online shopping pretty soon! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;But there is bigger news, and this time, it's not about me. Okay, okay, it's SORT of mine: My dad got a job!! March of 2009, his employer said, "We love you, but we're cutting costs, so we can't pay you any more. Buh-bye!" Which, you know... sucks. He searched and worked at a grocery store deli for a few months before a seasonal executive chef position opened up at one of the bajillion summer camps in my area. Nice job, but seasonal. Then he heard about this job as a the catering chef at our local hospital- they are really working on changing their image food wise, and the job seemed like a perfect fit. He got fantastic references, and went to THREE levels of interviews, then one day, an email saying that they had hired someone from inside the company, but thanks anyway. You can imagine how bummed we were. A few weeks pass, and he gets a mysterious phone call from the guy doing all of the interviews. He says for my dad to call him back, and nothing else. Long phone call short, they decided to slightly modify the position, open it up once more, and weren't going to make a decision until the beginning of September. They had him come in last Tuesday, and offered him the job. Over a year and a half, and he finally has a position that he is qualified for, which will provide just the right amount of challenge! This has been a really long time coming. :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sooo, we had family in town last week, and then I started my job, AND we officially started school Tuesday. Basically, about a thousand words have been written this week. I also have a bit more news, which is not the happiest: I don't think I'll be able to do NaNoWriMo this year. As much as I would like to be SuperGirl, a job, senior year and some semblance of a life all together do not equal time for NaNoWriMo. I'm not completely ruling it out, because I could drop everything for two crazy weekends and wipe out my word count, 8k a day for six days, plus two 4k writing days... We'll see. I would really LOVE to do it this year, but I don't think I'll be able to do it without giving something up, and that CANNOT be my grades or my job.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Now I need to address a pet peeve. As you now know, (uh- read above) I have a job at Starbucks. It's really great, and most people know EXACTLY what they want to order before they walk in the door. Then there are those poor unfortunate souls (name the reference, anyone?) who walk in, and have NO IDEA what they want, and no idea what anything is. Therefore, I have created a guide, complete with tips and tricks for your ultimate Starbucks Experience. Go with me here.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEKNITTINGNERD'S ULTIMATE GUIDE TO STARBUCKS!&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paying with a card is EASIER than cash. Before working as a barista, I always thought I was inconveniencing someone with a swipe. It's not a problem. We hit buttons, and don't have to count up change.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;[Starbucks] Baristas are THOROUGHLY trained. We have (I think) a minimum of 35 hours of book training, throughout 11 manuals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just because it's not listed on the menu, (drink wise) doesn't mean we can't make it. Also, ask a barista what THEY like. My co-workers and I all have favorite combinations of syrups that create a new drink. One guy I work with created a neopolitan Frappuccino, as well as one flavored like orange sherbet. I love Pumpkin Spice lattes with vanilla syrup, and chocolate drizzle.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Bring in your own cup and get cheaper coffee!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Starbucks makes their own whipped cream out of heavy whipping cream and vanilla syrup. This might seem kinda minor, and "why would I care?"ish, but it's actually kinda cool. No whipped half-chemicals for us!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;You're not inconveniencing us by having us MAKE a drink. If there are no dishes to be done, and the coffee is all brewed and ready to go, there's not a lot for baristas to do. We get bored. Order something, PLEASE?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;As a stereotype, we [baristas] actually tend to LIKE our job. I've heard this from my coworkers, and my best friend works at another Starbucks in a neighboring town- same feelings there. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So what goes into a drink, you may ask?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A (grande) latte is two shots of espresso, and steamed milk- you hold the foam, and add a little to the top.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A (grande) cappuccino is two shots of espresso, and steamed milk- except the milk is poured (called free pour) without holding the foam, like when you make a latte.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;You can get a latte on ice, which is just espresso, milk and ice, but you cannot get a cappuccino iced, because the basis of the drink is that there is more foam than in a latte. (A latte may or may not have foam, depending on your preference. It's not uncommon to get a latte with no foam.)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A (grande) caramel macchiato is syrup, steamed milk, and three shots of espresso poured in at the end, to "mark" the foam. (I believe macchiato is "mark" in Italian, but don't quote me.) then caramel drizzle is added to the top.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;An americano is espresso with hot water... which we can add to taste.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A mocha is mocha syrup, two shots of espresso, and steamed milk, no foam and whip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A chai latte is made of of chai concentrate, hot water and steamed milk. Buuut, the water is optional.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A Frappuccino is made with whole milk by default. If you love fraps, substituting 2% milk and no whip is a great way to have your drink taste pretty normal, (not light, which we CAN do- light syrup, sugar-free flavoring, nonfat milk, no whip) while saving calories.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A Frappuccino is also made with our specially-made coffee starter. You can substitute espresso as your coffee starter if you would like, you just need to ask. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The pastries (at least OUR pastries) are either one day, or two days, depending on the item. I've had numerous people ask "Is it fresh?" Each pastry is either hours, or one day old. I still count that as fresh. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~()* ]  &amp;lt;---- (it's a coffee cup!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now I have just a few notes, updates, links to insanity, stuff like that. Not afterthoughts, just coincidentally after those ^^ thoughts. :P&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;First off, I want to thank Myrna Foster again, for my prize package. I had a post written up (written on time, I swear) but didn't post it to the blog, so I had mentally written it off, but didn't quite follow through. THANK YOU, MYRNA! Goodnight, Good Knight is totally cute! (and the Nutella? Gone.) Myrna sent me some candy from Prague, PENS, and a pre-order of Paranormalcy, and Anna and the French Kiss. I haven't gotten Paranormalcy yet, (I live on a gravel road on the side of a mountain. Delivery prejudice happens all the time. You should have heard what happened when I tried to get my computer! Nightmare! BUT, I got it, and expect to get Paranormalcy soon!)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The Blue Lipstick Samurai rocks my socks off. I think this on an hourly basis.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abby Stevens is home from England! I'm going to get her to take ME next time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It blows my mind that you amazing people COMMENT on my blog! Thank you, thank you, thank you!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;CONGRATS to Kiersten White on [Paranormalcy] debuting at #7 on the NYT Bestseller list!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry for the massive post this week... It's to make up for the two weeks minus real post, and I like to talk a lot. In a LOT of YouTube videos and blog posts, there is a standard set of statistics or questions answered and asked to readers/viewers. Kristina Horner lists the number of Chipotle burritos she's had this year so far, and what her last google search is. MY version (aside from WC) is going to be this:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;This week:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I listened to: Glee. I can't wait for it to return! (So, UPDATE: Saw Glee. Laughed, SO EXCITED it&amp;#39;s back!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I watched: Friends! Just starting season 2 now. :D (Another update... FINISHED Season 2. Still love, but lots of doubt as to if I&amp;#39;m really spending my time well- NAH.)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I read: I Heard the Owl Call My Name, for my religions class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wrote:  Quiet nights after everyone had gone to bed, she would stare out the window of the small kitchenette, and imagine she was laying on a rooftop somewhere. Her fingers would be sticky from the watermelon she'd had earlier, and a quiet breeze would drift through the tar beach, and bring warmth up with it. Someone would  have a guitar, and they'd be so high up that the city noise would be indistinguishable, more like the crash of the ocean than horns and car motors. The popcorn ceiling glared back at her, a dank reminder that she was nowhere with stars worth watching. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I wish: That this 1,900 word blog post counted towards my novel word count.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So what did you listen to, watch, read, write and wish this week? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4316293216882738897?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4316293216882738897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/09/see-that-message-below.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4316293216882738897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4316293216882738897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/09/see-that-message-below.html' title='See that message below?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3739644491078804799</id><published>2010-09-13T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T03:10:12.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In my world, it's still Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3739644491078804799?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3739644491078804799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-my-world-its-still-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3739644491078804799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3739644491078804799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-my-world-its-still-monday.html' title='In my world, it&apos;s still Monday.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3634635643086109633</id><published>2010-08-30T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:56:28.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*grumble* I had a post written out. GAH.</title><content type='html'>I had a post, but it is gone. I will update later in the week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3634635643086109633?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3634635643086109633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/grumble-i-had-post-written-out-gah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3634635643086109633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3634635643086109633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/grumble-i-had-post-written-out-gah.html' title='*grumble* I had a post written out. 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I was JUST in the middle of a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s48kuKLf0mE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s48kuKLf0mE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You need to skip to 0:22 to get to the actual song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Monday. The day of shared dread, the poor victim of our beginning of the week stress, and obviously part of the title of a song by a pretty awesome girl band of the 80's... Worthy of a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2DdSDpwwuE"&gt;Gilmore Girls cameo&lt;/a&gt;. As I mentioned in my last post (it's online, so it MUST be true) I'm now going to start posting EVERY Monday, and some days in between. So here it is. Why am I having so much trouble coming up with something to write about? Oh yeah- because there's no room left in my brain! Why? Howabout we take a look at my upcoming school schedule and see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Epic Lit&lt;br /&gt;American History&lt;br /&gt;Geometry&lt;br /&gt;Micro Economics&lt;br /&gt;World Religions&lt;br /&gt;aaaand &lt;br /&gt;French 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted just reading that list. But I'm also reminded why I do it all, why I've loaded myself with so many classes- it's because of a dream. Or, well, dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I distinctly remember (and my friend Abbey will back me up on this) that as a 9-10-11yr old, I wanted three things in my life. I wanted to go to Hawaii, visit American Girl Place, and get my OWN laptop. Yes, I wanted a laptop as a nine year old. What can I say? I am happy to report that I have been to American Girl place, (I went during a visit to Chicago. It was amazing) and I have my own laptop. It only took me 8 years, but here I am. And the Hawaii thing? I might like to visit, but I really have no strong desires to go anymore. If I could choose one place to visit, it would either be somewhere in Europe, (probaby Paris or London) Seattle, or New York. Can you tell that I love cities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 13, I remember sitting on a blanket during an easter egg hunt (it was for the younger kids. I always liked hunting easter eggs) and someone suggested that I go into journalism. I had always said that I wanted a career as a writer, whatever I could get. Age 13 to... oh, 15 I was GOING to be a journalist. Ideally someone who worked for BBC, so I would have to travel back and forth from London (where I would live most of the time) to New York (only temporary, of course) all the time. But dreams change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I no longer want to go to Hawaii, I don’t really want to be a journalist. Sure, it would be neat, but I like creating stories. I always did. It’s true that life is often stranger than fiction, but I wanted the strangeness to be my &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; creation. My dreams now are really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this &lt;a href="http://www.shobust.blogspot.com/"&gt;college road trip&lt;/a&gt;, the one place I have fallen in love with more than any other, is New York. As of September of last year, I had never really considered writing a novel, until I opened a word document on my fancy-dancy new laptop, and began to write. I found out about this crazy thing called NaNoWriMo in October, signed up, and wrote 5011 words the next month, what would become my first completed novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are different now. I no longer want to live primarily in London, I really adore New York. I want to have a novel published (and NOT self-published) and I want to live in the city. I’ll work as a waitress to cover the bills,(if I have to) but hopefully pull an Ann Brashares, and work in publishing/editing/marketing while writing at 2 am. (Of course, my MAJOR dream right now would be to have a novel on the way to publication before college, write for four years, and have enough income to write full time, and live in an apartment with no more than one roommate. Dreaming here.) The point is that I want different things now. I see the world through potentially naive eyes, yes, but without the dream of something bigger, and the hope that I’ll reach those dreams, all I have is right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a laptop, and a head full of ideas, and a 3.somethingnottoosucky GPA. Those things in conjunction won’t get me anywhere. My grade point average isn’t going to convince an agent to sign with me, or Dutton to make an offer, or a college to fall at my feet. Dreams are what move us forward. The laptop holds a novel, and a dream. The Nottoosucky GPA holds the hope of college, the head full of ideas thinks big both academically and writing wise. But without that dream, I don’t go anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without work, we rarely get what we want. But without dreams, we don't have something TO want. I'm excited about these dreams, but nervous that I won't achieve them. What will happen if I fail? Will my dreams change? What were your dreams when you were younger? What are they now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.languageisavirus.com/nanowrimo/word-meter.html" target="_blank" title="NaNoWriMo writing toys games &amp;amp; gadgets"&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); height: 15px; width: 200px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 8px; height: 15px; line-height: 8px; width: 9%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5326 / 60000 words. 9% done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-58241031439661005?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/58241031439661005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/six-oclock-already-i-was-just-in-middle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/58241031439661005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/58241031439661005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/six-oclock-already-i-was-just-in-middle.html' title='Six o&apos;clock already? I was JUST in the middle of a dream...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-6949481248911384158</id><published>2010-08-20T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:39:14.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I’m not really a rules person. I’m a bookish knitting hippie who likes to hang out in yoga pants all day, listening to Franz Ferdinand while reading Zelda Fitzgerald. I have a need to be surrounded by a computer, cell phone and book all at once, while wearing a “Save the Earth!” t-shirt. I de-stress by checking my email, or writing, or watching Gilmore Girls. I dream of living in a teenytiny apartment in New York, writing at three in the morning, waiting for my takeaway sesame chicken and lo mein to arrive. I would rather stay up really late and sleep in, rather than get up early, at the same time I love the energy early in the morning. It’s sunrises and coffee, and the fog/smog (I live in what is considered a rainforest- it’s actually fog here) is slowly disappearing from where it settled the night before. If I didn’t enjoy that thing we call sleep so much, I would live my life without it. I would run my life by freedom in my very basic security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as much as I’m pained to say this, I think this might be a time for rules. I’ve been blogging when I could/thought of it for quite awhile now. I enjoy it immensely- I would have quit long ago if I didn’t like it. But with the school season steadily approaching, (SENIOR FREAKING YEAR) I need some structure. Again, in pain writing all of this. I have decided to post on Mondays and the occasional Friday. There is a certain degree of guilt involved in NOT posting- I like so many things that it’s difficult to just focus on one sometimes. If I’m in a position to write a blog post, and don’t already have something lined up, I’ll write something, and who knows- post it in the moment. That is my rule. Definitely post on Mondays, maybe on Fridays, and occasionally days in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there’s much greater motivation behind this new policy, other than just school and life, and all that jazz. It’s something I never talk about on this blog- ever. Writing. If everything goes according to plan, I’ll have three novels (“draft” is a dirty word) written (I don’t care how bad they are. They count.) by December 1st. I’m only 17. My goal right now is to finish Alaska Junction by November 1st, which currently gives me a little less than three months to write 55,000 more words than I have now. If I can write at least 734 words a day, I’ll have a 60,000 word novel by then. Wooohoo! The reason for the schedule both writing-wise and posting wise, is that I want to jump out of this amateur zone. I want to live this. I want to write, and this is how I will do so. Or, at least try to do so. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-6949481248911384158?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6949481248911384158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/rules.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6949481248911384158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6949481248911384158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/rules.html' title='Rules.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4132896375376453427</id><published>2010-08-14T16:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:04:41.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your ULTIMATE guide to college tours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not an expert on college tours, but after eleven of them spread out over thirteen states, I definitely have something to say, and a bit of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will get a feel of a campus within the first five minutes.&lt;/b&gt; This shouldn’t completely turn you off to a school, often times you’ll need re-evaluation, but some campuses will click, and others won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student-directed tours are your best bet.&lt;/b&gt; Faculty members are great, but students will know where the hangout spots are, and what the school is like. I’m sure there’s a certain amount of, “I was taught to say this”-itis, but most students will give you their honest opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An info session AND campus tour might not be necessary everywhere.&lt;/b&gt; Depending on the school, the info session will be redundant. Every tour I went on had time for Q &amp;amp; A, throughout the tour. You’re able to SEE parts of campus, and get information about the different departments, which is often enough, especially if you’re just looking. If this is your dream school, use the resources, go to the information session, talk to everyone you can. The info session is a higher-level tour without the visuals, which are important. It’s possible to love an educational philosophy, but hate the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Locate the undergraduate admissions office, and have a phone number.&lt;/b&gt; This will save you time, hassle, and energy when you first arrive on campus. It’s as simple as a quick google search. If we had gotten the number of the Yale admissions office, we wouldn’t have walked from our old campus parking spot to the admissions building clear across campus, then proceeded to walk the school grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared with quarters.&lt;/b&gt; We spent over half an hour in Cambridge, MA trying to find quarters to feed the meters. Especially in smaller towns, the parking will be limited, and parking decks might not be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find a guide with your ideal major, similar interests, and one who SPEAKS LOUDLY.&lt;/b&gt; It seems obvious, but in the moment won’t occur to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to sweat, walk and hear repeated information.&lt;/b&gt; Most tours take place during the summer. If you manage to tour during a breezy day, be grateful. If you do both the tour and the info session, you will hear repeated information. Wear comfortable shoes, because the goal of the tour is to get an accurate picture of what campus living would be like, not just the pretty parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to ask questions, BUT some questions are best with a personal answer.&lt;/b&gt; At the same time, don’t ask stupid questions. You can find a lot on the website. We had several people ask things like, “Do you teach Latin?” or, “Do you have this major?” Google, people. GOOGLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to your guide while you walk, and after the tour is finished!&lt;/b&gt; They are people after all. I found out some really interesting info by talking to the guides, like obscure history facts, or where to get the best cup of coffee nearby. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bring a notebook. Take notes.&lt;/b&gt; Even if you don’t plan on reading them again, or even using them, they’ll help you stay awake during info sessions, and can be useful when comparing colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab literature.&lt;/b&gt; Reference for later. Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATE.&lt;/b&gt; Communicate with the FA advisor, admissions department, faculty, students, whoever you come in contact with. Don’t stalk them or anything, but if you want to get into a school, knowing the system will help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask about financial aid, loans, work study programs, grants, scholarships. &lt;/b&gt;Just because a school says that they have great financial aid, perhaps even meeting you 100%, doesn’t mean that half of that won’t be loans that you get to pay off five years post-graduation. Work study programs are great- most have you working 10-12 hours a week, which is not a lot of time, and a lot less money that you have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your resources!&lt;/b&gt; Twitter, social networking, etc. I asked several people for advice on places to eat, or see, which were far more useful than what I could find in a guidebook. (If you’re ever in Portsmith, Rhode Island, go to the creperie just off the Brown campus. Trust me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the library.&lt;/b&gt; You will use it, so you better love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask about greek life.&lt;/b&gt; Dartmouth has heavy involvement in Greek life, and that’s not something I’m interested in. If you’re dying to rush, then Dartmouth may be your cup of tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Survey your surroundings.&lt;/b&gt; Gonna pick on Dartmouth again- Sorry! Dartmouth has a beautiful campus, in what I like to fondly describe as “Nowhere, New Hampshire.” I already live in Nowhere, North Carolina, so hopping from one to another doesn’t appeal to me. Loving the campus is important, but loving the area is of equal importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ask what YOU’RE looking for in a campus, and out of your education.&lt;/b&gt; Not just in a major, but extracurriculars, study abroad programs, even the curriculum style. What do students do on the weekends? Do people stay on campus, or go into the nearest city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You CAN visit during the school year.&lt;/b&gt; In fact, I think I would recommend this. You get a REAL experience of the campus, instead of the watered down version of summer. I’ve also heard of schools giving credit or excused absences for visiting colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Act like a normal person, PLEASE.&lt;/b&gt; You are not in competition with every person who is touring. Be nice. Again, this is NOT a contest. That stage comes during applications, silly! Your space will not be compromised by everyone in the info session. So, don’t act that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be comfortable.&lt;/b&gt; Most people don’t dress up for tours or info sessions. Interviews call for a more formal outfit, but every interview I had dictated business/business casual attire. The best outfits can be more or less casual depending on what everyone around you is wearing, and won’t wrinkle easily. Tours and info sessions are even more relaxed. Don’t be a prep, wear your non-torn jeans, and nicer shorts, ideally ones without something written on the bum. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4132896375376453427?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4132896375376453427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-ultimate-guide-to-college-tours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4132896375376453427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4132896375376453427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-ultimate-guide-to-college-tours.html' title='Your ULTIMATE guide to college tours!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8980117810990526172</id><published>2010-08-12T12:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:45:21.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#YACinema</title><content type='html'>I'll be attending... Will YOU? http://yacinema.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-movie-penelope.html#comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8980117810990526172?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8980117810990526172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/yacinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8980117810990526172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8980117810990526172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/yacinema.html' title='#YACinema'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7510567496204211262</id><published>2010-08-11T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:48:31.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The dangers of writing to a trend... Basically a long tweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;rant&gt;&lt;rant&gt;Think about the publication process. Not only is the journey to creating an original piece difficult, it's also time consuming. I'm not an expert in the market, but any book start to finish will take YEARS. Now, your trend might last for years, (I do think this vampire thing has lasted awhile) and you could possibly have your work bumped up if it meets a need, but do you want to play like everyone else? By the time you give your work the time and attention it deserves, the trend will either be OVER, or people will be getting... Well, bored. Write something different. Don't abandon your project, but make it unlike any other. Write out of your comfort zone, write something you want to read- that doesn't already exist. ;) &lt;/rant&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/rant&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7510567496204211262?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7510567496204211262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/dangers-of-writing-to-trend-basically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7510567496204211262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7510567496204211262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/dangers-of-writing-to-trend-basically.html' title='The dangers of writing to a trend... Basically a long tweet.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4868352739727549715</id><published>2010-08-08T00:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T00:55:38.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing from the other blog again. Stay Tuned!</title><content type='html'>I'm totally scatterbrained right now, so there is a strong likelihood  that this post wont make sense. Here we go. IF you haven't realized, all  of my posts that aren't several paragraphs long have been text updates.  Great for brief, in the moment stuff, but not for actual info. It's  Sunday morning around 12:30 AM, of course I haven't been to bed yet, so I  consider today Saturday night. I'm FINALLY in a hotel with WIFI, and I  don't have to get up at six tomorrow. Finished the last of our tours,  Georgetown was absolutely gorgeous. I have a whole list of our likes and  dislikes about these schools, and several REAL posts, but those will  have to wait. This has been a whirlwind trip, nine days of campus  security, and needs-blind financial aid, and SAT scores. I've waved at  Glenna's (&lt;a href="http://www.bluelipsticksamurai.com/"&gt;The Blue  Lipstick Samurai&lt;/a&gt;, who happens to have a &lt;a href="http://www.bluelipsticksamurai.com/"&gt;CONTEST&lt;/a&gt; going on!) MOM in  a car on a highway, and stayed in a New York apartment, toured the  Pentagon, and ate crepes in Rhode Island. And that is only the  beginning. Give me a bit of time, and I will tell all. Thanks for going  on this trip with me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4868352739727549715?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4868352739727549715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/stealing-from-other-blog-again-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4868352739727549715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4868352739727549715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/stealing-from-other-blog-again-stay.html' title='Stealing from the other blog again. Stay Tuned!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4274803590039699754</id><published>2010-08-03T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:35:07.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I cheat. New York, Little India, and Georgie's Diner!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone- Happy August! I'm having a great time on this crazy road trip- here is one of the most recent posts on my trip blog, www.shobust.blogspot.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madeinharlem.net/harlem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.madeinharlem.net/harlem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was little to do but drive. Our goal was to  arrive by a decent hour in West Haven, Connecticut in order to visit  Yale and Brown Monday (today, as I write this). The GPS was helpful to a  point, but after awhile,&lt;br /&gt;“Turn right, then turn right,” and “Oh  dear, turn around when possible.” gets OLD. On the way, we found  ourselves on I 90, just around New York City. That’s when the trouble  began. In order to travel over the George Washington Bridge, only a  three mile stretch, we sat in the car during horrible, rush hour  traffic. It took us about an hour and forty-five minutes to get from the  beginning of the three miles to the end. Of course, we had been waiting  all day to reach a certain gas station in New Jersey which sold  FlexFuel, which our car would take. When we had three miles to go, this  would have been no problem- an hour and forty five minutes later,  however, we were running on fumes. This meant that we had to get off  somewhere once past the three mile hell streak, and that place was New  York, and we had to get there FAST. We reached the toll at the beginning  of the bridge, and asked the attendant where the best place to get gas  would be. Her answer?&lt;br /&gt;“Best place was before the bridge.”&lt;br /&gt;Helpful,  right? The best gas station was behind us. Onward we drove, narrowly  missing the crazy drivers of both New Jersey and New York. They are  completely fearless, zipping in and around anyone going too slow,  creating their own lanes, pulling out in front of a car if they want to  or need to, no ten-second blinker time, no, ‘Will you let me in?’ they  go. We drove over the bridge, this time going much faster but even more  dependent on fumes, and suddenly found ourselves in a jungle like no  other. New York. Suffice it to say, that driving in and around and over  and under and stopping and starting and LOTS of car horns were a part of  our lives for the next twenty minutes. We were on the phone with family  members who were sitting safe at their computers looking for the  nearest gas station for us, freaking out over the six cars who almost  hit us, and worrying about the fact that our stopping and starting could  soon become a permanent fixture, running out of gas in the middle of  the Bronx, what we later discovered to be Harlem... How’s THAT for  daunting? Thankfully, after much honking, trial and error, along with  directions from several people who didn’t speak English, we made it to a  BP, our last choice in refueling, but filled up all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,  we reassessed. Five, polite non-New Yorkers driving through Harlem in a  rental car. We drove and stopped, and almost got “t-boned” whatever the  heck that is. Finally, once moderately safe, we pulled over and laughed  for about twenty minutes, part stress, part, “Oh my gosh, we just about  died” and a heavy dose of exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we  got to our hotel- sorry- motel, lovingly renamed “Little India.” The  place smelled like curry, and not in a good way. It was nine pm when  everything was moved into our room, and we were all starving. Back to  the car we went, stopping at a restaurant that had Chicken in its name.  We stopped in, sat down, and twenty minutes later after the waitress  finally came over, were told that there was absolutely no chicken in the  restaurant, meaning that they had hot dogs and rice. Obviously, we had  to leave. Found another place, whose entrees ranged $15-20. Great for  roadtrippers 3,000 miles away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agilitynut.com/09/6/elm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://www.agilitynut.com/09/6/elm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it cute?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;But finally, FINALLY, we saw a small diner which was  adorable, and open. In we walked, met a fantastic waitress, had amazing  food, and brought take-out menus so that we could tell our friends. SO.  Anyone in West Haven, or visiting Yale should DEFINITELY check out  Georgie’s Diner, at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://georgies-diner.com/"&gt;http://georgies-diner.com&lt;/a&gt;!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4274803590039699754?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4274803590039699754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-which-i-cheat-new-york-little-india.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4274803590039699754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4274803590039699754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-which-i-cheat-new-york-little-india.html' title='In which I cheat. New York, Little India, and Georgie&apos;s Diner!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8591793080248310243</id><published>2010-07-29T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:51:22.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I bore you to death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/048/a/c/Boredom_Motivational_Poster_by_thesilverthief.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/048/a/c/Boredom_Motivational_Poster_by_thesilverthief.png" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This will likely be one of my last updates for the next week and a half... Like I mentioned a few posts back, I'm going on a road trip! I have bought a TUB of Twizzlers (the essential road-trip food) and am now in the process of cleaning my room, doing a LOT of laundry, finding the discs to all seven seasons of Gilmore Girls, and not freaking out over the fact that this trip will likely kill me. If all goes well, all FIVE of us, (Me, my mom, a friend of mine, her mom and younger brother) will climb into our camry-sized car at 9:15 Saturday morning, and magically appear in Lancaster, PA, 9 hours and 15 minutes later. Like I said, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will be a tour of Princeton,&lt;br /&gt;Monday will cover Yale and Brown,&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wellesley and Harvard,&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Dartmouth, Champlain and the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's factory! :)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Middlebury and Vassar,&lt;br /&gt;Friday, The King's College.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we're going to Georgetown, and tour the Pentagon.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, travel home.&lt;br /&gt;This will total 2,350 miles, with 50 &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I will be updating (as regularly as I can) our trip blog, found at &lt;a href="http://www.shobust.blogspot.com./"&gt;www.shobust.blogspot.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to writing, I have 5,000 words of Alaska Junction to send to a certain pair of Irish Musketeers by tomorrow night, but that's about it. I hope you all&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/theknittingnerd/status/19795370150"&gt; have cell service&lt;/a&gt;, unlike me! Sorry I'm such a drag/spaz today- much to do, not much time! BUT, to make up for the boredom of this post, I invite you to check out this video I threw together... When Viral Videos Collide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CD1ugyil9b8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CD1ugyil9b8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8591793080248310243?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8591793080248310243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-which-i-bore-you-to-death.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8591793080248310243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8591793080248310243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-which-i-bore-you-to-death.html' title='In which I bore you to death.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-1710662523045573360</id><published>2010-07-26T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:56:41.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You ARE a writer.</title><content type='html'>I received a letter from a friend recently (a real letter, mind you- with a stamp and everything) which said something that completely threw me for a loop. Note that this is a good friend of mine- not close in that he knows all of my dirty laundry or anything, but a good enough friend to give advice, and in this case, admonition. He said something along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a professional authoress, and treating this [writing] hobby as such cannot be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the core, the statement is not completely untrue. I’m still finishing the third draft of March, though not as full-steam-ahead as I suppose I could? To my credit, I really love writing and the creative outlet it provides me, which is why I’m working on Alaska Junction primarily right now. I need to create something, bring in new scenes, give a relationship and friendships different dynamics, add kissing and coffee and a whole new batch of fun exciting elements. Adding them to March would bring a devastating overload, and any hope I might have of acquiring an agent would be dashed like a ceramic mug, falling off of a counter, splattering French roast hope all over the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His comment basically said that I should remind myself that this is a hobby, not a profession, that I should lighten up about writing and slow down. Up to this point, my own opinion can only be guessed at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a professional, I get that. Sometimes my writing behaviors are less than hobbyish, leaving me with minimal sleep and much caffeine. (Another concern of his, for my health, as I’m apparently writing, over-caffeinating and not sleeping myself to the grave. This is untrue.) I don’t see myself as a wannabe writer.  I see myself as a writer working towards publication, which is what we all are, right? I don’t want to be published for the first time at the age of forty, after writing for 23 years. It’s not me. I never liked treading water in swimming lessons, and will not just hang out with a novel or two on my hard drive, waiting for something to happen. I know this sounds foolish and probably pretty naive, but if a manuscript of mine is consistently being rejected, then I need more work, more feedback, more critiques. I will work or my novels until they are usable, and valuable.  My friend truly meant well, but my goals are not the same as his (he is a writer as well.) There is something special about emerging yourself into something you love, and watching it bloom. I could give up, I could settle for less structured (another fallacy on his part- there is much less writing and coffee, and way more sleep than he gives me credit for) and more freestyle-hobby work, but that won’t make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/julie_julia11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/julie_julia11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the movie Julie and Julia, (one of my favorites- cannot watch it enough) Eric, Julie’s husband tells Julie that there are sixty-five messages on their answering machine, all from literary agents, television producers, editors, etc. (man I WISH that would happen, but that’s not my point...) she [Julie] remarks to Eric, “I’m going to be a writer!” and what he says is one of my favorite lines in the movie, of which there are many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a writer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publication or not, we’re all writers. Full time or not, we all write, we all craft and it’s individual for each of us. A one-size approach does not fit all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-1710662523045573360?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/1710662523045573360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-writer.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1710662523045573360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1710662523045573360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-writer.html' title='You ARE a writer.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5353453213761271283</id><published>2010-07-22T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:50:49.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lovely Bones (Movie) an opinion...</title><content type='html'>I watched The Lovely Bones last night, and several people asked me for a review- or rather an opinion. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is relatively simple; Suzie Salmon narrates the story, detailing the events leading up to and the life of her family after her murder.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize this sounds REALLY freaky. &lt;br /&gt;In some parts it is, but as a viewer, you never really see or relate to Suzie as a dead girl, or someone haunting her family- she's more of a trapped onlooker, forced to watch her family (and the boy she likes/liked) deal with their grief.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize this sounds more like a bad romcom or just a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;It's both.&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones is not for the faint of heart by any means... I would rate it PG13, borderline R. &lt;br /&gt;It's not a traditionally scary movie, so nothing pops out and screams at you, but it IS really creepy, as you follow her killer who lives next door, and plots ways to trap and kill his next victim.&lt;br /&gt;You see a couple of dead bodies, but none of them open their eyes or come alive or anything, and the soundtrack is not this constantly creepy undertone that keeps you on edge for three hours...&lt;br /&gt;There is a definite flip flop, part CREEPY/FREAKY murder scene, part grieving family, part other world, which is rainbow colored and reminds me visually of what I pictured in the Gemma Doyle trilogy. &lt;br /&gt;A big plus for me was the costumes- the story takes place in the 70's and early 80's, so everyone has awesome hair. If you're looking for a sweet movie, this in really not it. If you're looking for a horror film, you might be satisfied, but there aren't any jump-off-the-screen scare your pants off moments. I wouldnt' watch the film again, it's too much, and I'm sure that the book would be a bit intense for my tastes. But it wasn't completely &lt;i&gt;horrible...&lt;/i&gt; I'm sure some of you might enjoy it. Hope that helps some of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5353453213761271283?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5353453213761271283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/lovely-bones-movie-opinion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5353453213761271283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5353453213761271283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/lovely-bones-movie-opinion.html' title='The Lovely Bones (Movie) an opinion...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-223688125821433818</id><published>2010-07-21T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:00:01.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List of threes</title><content type='html'>Last three books I’ve read:&lt;br /&gt;1. If I Stay, by Gayle Foreman (listened to-still counts!) Five of Five&lt;br /&gt;2. The Lonely Hearts Club, but Elizabeth Eulberg Four of Five&lt;br /&gt;3. Under the Rose, by Diana Peterfreund Four of Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three announcements to make:&lt;br /&gt;1. I’m thinking about trying BEDA (blog every day in August)but don't know if I'll be able to with the road trip and all.&lt;br /&gt;2. Live posting will be less frequent until mid-August, as I’m freakishly busy. That is, unless I manage to schedule posts, which will probably make everything more frequent! Scary, huh?&lt;br /&gt;3. A couple of authors and I are planning a livetweet movie night- more details to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Alaska Updates:&lt;br /&gt;1. There is work being done, alas it is not much work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Abby Stevens and Glenna Walsh are amazing, and not letting me stop, which I have considered.&lt;br /&gt;3. There is a stack of guidebooks by my bed about the PNW; I figure that I can describe both what I know and remember, and what Arthur Frommer says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last three movies I watched:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paper Heart (cute)&lt;br /&gt;2. Fame (okay)&lt;br /&gt;3. Whip It (fantastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last three purchases:&lt;br /&gt;1. Iced Latte&lt;br /&gt;2. Baguette&lt;br /&gt;3. Gummy Bears (I know, so sophisticated until number 3...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-223688125821433818?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/223688125821433818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/list-of-threes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/223688125821433818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/223688125821433818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/list-of-threes.html' title='List of threes'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5856959089706990523</id><published>2010-07-21T13:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:10:12.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the delay!</title><content type='html'>Congrats to the 2nd half of my iBeta contest winner, K! Email me your manuscript, or whatever you’d like me to look over. I enjoyed the process of learning about each of your manuscripts, and wish I could read them all. (Maybe I could? Hmm...) ALSO, I am very excited to say that I WON Myrna Foster’s contest! I’m ridiculously grateful- you should all go send her e-hugs. Check back later today for more updates and... fun stuff, like real blog posts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5856959089706990523?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5856959089706990523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-for-delay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5856959089706990523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5856959089706990523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-for-delay.html' title='Sorry for the delay!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3261463363966680630</id><published>2010-07-14T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:36:04.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to win.</title><content type='html'>And will do anything necessary. What I want to win, is the contest on &lt;a href="http://myrnafoster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Myrna Foster's blog,&lt;/a&gt; giving away pre-orders of Anna and the French Kiss, by Stephanie Perkins (who I met in PERSON. She is AWESOME) AND Paranormalcy, by Kiersten White, who I (unfortunately) only know through Twitter stalking, but hear is pretty ahmaaazing. And get this: along with the books, she's giving away Nutella. Are you KIDDING ME? It's my dream contest! &lt;a href="http://myrnafoster.blogspot.com/2010/07/boy-i-mean-book-recommendation-and.html"&gt;Check it out! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3261463363966680630?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3261463363966680630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-to-win.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3261463363966680630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3261463363966680630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-to-win.html' title='I want to win.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8380666747150496319</id><published>2010-07-08T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:50:23.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey look! It's HANNAH MOSKOWITZ!</title><content type='html'>So there's this freakishly awesome author named Hannah Moskowitz that I'm kiiiiinda obsessed with. I invited her over for an interview, and here it is! Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1278533912p8/1217665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1278533912p8/1217665.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello! Why don’t you tell us about you, who you are, your social security number, and favorite flavor of jam?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dirty girl with a platform. I have an older sister, two parents,&lt;br /&gt;and either two or six cats, depending on which house you're talking&lt;br /&gt;about. One of the houses also has a completely satanic puppy. I eat a&lt;br /&gt;lot of cereal and ask a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My social security number is 12, and my favorite flavor of jam is grape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hear you have a novel coming out pretty soon. Tell me EVERYTHING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Invincible Summer is about a boy named Chase and his relationships&lt;br /&gt;with his family and the girl next door changing over four summers at&lt;br /&gt;his beach house. Unlike BREAK, this one is actually darker than the&lt;br /&gt;cover would have you believe. It's basically very gritty and&lt;br /&gt;sexy--like having sex in the sand, really. There's also sign language,&lt;br /&gt;a ton of philosophy, and one of the weirdest love triangles you'll&lt;br /&gt;probably ever see. Probably because the only love is between the two&lt;br /&gt;brothers on either end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On an average day at 9AM you are....?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A singer. I really want to be a singer. I actually dreamed last night&lt;br /&gt;that I sang MAMA WHO BORE ME for the cast of Work of Art and they were&lt;br /&gt;very, very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you take your coffee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the trash. I hate coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst advice you’ve ever received?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lima Beans or Brussels Sprouts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like either, so I'll make an executive decision and say that,&lt;br /&gt;while Peru is cool, my best friend lived in Brussels for a while and I&lt;br /&gt;like her very much. So Brussels Sprouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a writing method/routine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write all the time. When I do, it's in very quick, intense&lt;br /&gt;bursts. I get down the first draft in about a week and edit intensely&lt;br /&gt;for a few weeks after that. Then I'm done, and I get about a month off&lt;br /&gt;before I start again. I'm in a month off right now, and it's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your super heroes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of everything you’ve EVER written, who is your favorite character?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Teeth in my #magicgayfish book. He's been removed from&lt;br /&gt;real society since he was five, so he still has this childlike way&lt;br /&gt;about him, but at the same time he's had to fend for himself for so&lt;br /&gt;long that he has this very pragmatic mind, and he's been through a lot&lt;br /&gt;since his exile, but didn't have anyone to put it into context for&lt;br /&gt;him. Basically his view of the world is very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last book you finished (reading)? Be honest, especially if it’s something REALLY embarrassing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not embarrassing at all---Nothing Like You by Lauren Strasnick. I adored  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite candy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting Gobstoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can we stalk you online? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My website is &lt;a href="http://www.untilhannah.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.untilhannah.com&lt;/a&gt;,  though that's in the process of being redone.&lt;br /&gt;Blog is &lt;a href="http://hannahmosk.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://hannahmosk.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I generally blog 3 times a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;week--Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday/Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/hannahmosk" target="_blank"&gt;www.twitter.com/hannahmosk&lt;/a&gt;,  and I'm there a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;Personal facebook is &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/happiness.only.real" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;happiness.only.real&lt;/a&gt;,  if&lt;br /&gt;you also want to see my conversations with my high school friends, and&lt;br /&gt;the fan page is here if you just want book stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Happiness.Only.Real#%21/pages/Hannah-Moskowitz/121098598625?ref=ts" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;Happiness.Only.Real#!/pages/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;Hannah-Moskowitz/121098598625?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ref=ts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks Hannah! For anyone interested [Read: ALL OF YOU] Go vote for Hannah's new novel, &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/list/show/3812.YA_Novels_of_2011?page=1"&gt;Invincible Summer on Goodreads&lt;/a&gt; (#38 at the moment, come on- lets get it to #1!), then go enter her ARC contest, right &lt;a href="http://hannahmosk.blogspot.com/2010/07/arc-contest.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8380666747150496319?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8380666747150496319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-look-its-hannah-moskowitz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8380666747150496319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8380666747150496319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-look-its-hannah-moskowitz.html' title='Hey look! It&apos;s HANNAH MOSKOWITZ!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8536736359948690698</id><published>2010-07-07T11:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:07:00.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The evolution of a blog header. OR, Life as a creative person with ADD.</title><content type='html'>Not many words, many pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SLc9lX-mylI/AAAAAAAAADU/2VV6SzZDEew/s1600/Header1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SLc9lX-mylI/AAAAAAAAADU/2VV6SzZDEew/s320/Header1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SaXbKmOFO-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/zC4rrXx35DE/s1600/Daily_Espresso_Header_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SaXbKmOFO-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/zC4rrXx35DE/s320/Daily_Espresso_Header_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/StoTRwvQbkI/AAAAAAAAAec/RCRhOK5Z5OI/s1600/yourdailyespressoheader2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/StoTRwvQbkI/AAAAAAAAAec/RCRhOK5Z5OI/s320/yourdailyespressoheader2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SyWj6RdWifI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QTA6E9qP_tE/s1600/Headerredesign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SyWj6RdWifI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QTA6E9qP_tE/s320/Headerredesign.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S2IWPQAQo3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/UzXP4QPi268/s1600/Blogheade1r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S2IWPQAQo3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/UzXP4QPi268/s320/Blogheade1r.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S23dF_M-kmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_vOs3n-m1jo/s1600/Header3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="68" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S23dF_M-kmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_vOs3n-m1jo/s320/Header3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yFv_WKfnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5p1sg0r_1Dg/s1600/blogheadernotblue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yFv_WKfnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5p1sg0r_1Dg/s320/blogheadernotblue.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S_18chXS3ZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/c14ind_G52g/s1600/newheaderYDE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="65" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S_18chXS3ZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/c14ind_G52g/s320/newheaderYDE.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even going to show the&amp;nbsp; versions that DIDN'T make the cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8536736359948690698?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8536736359948690698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/evolution-of-blog-header-or-life-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8536736359948690698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8536736359948690698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/evolution-of-blog-header-or-life-as.html' title='The evolution of a blog header. OR, Life as a creative person with ADD.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SLc9lX-mylI/AAAAAAAAADU/2VV6SzZDEew/s72-c/Header1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-6941175823207520806</id><published>2010-07-05T10:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:00:00.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Junction. It's the new Forks.</title><content type='html'>I have a lot going on this week, but have at least ONE other post coming up. For now, enjoy some info on my new project, ALASKA JUNCTION. (Oh, and vote in my contest. I will love you forever) (or at least promise to work on my lying problem) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TDFLl_Hp1-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZOgleIWA9lI/s1600/PICT0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TDFLl_Hp1-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZOgleIWA9lI/s320/PICT0102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TDFL0Qsy0AI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_yGpW3nq9x0/s1600/PICT0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TDFL0Qsy0AI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_yGpW3nq9x0/s320/PICT0106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie Floyd knows music. Most importantly, Callie knows bands. She’s grown up on the tour circuit all her life, the daughter of a rather notorious band manager. Callie is more at home living out of an RV with a rubber-maid tub dresser than in a house; her home is where she lays her head. She has a bedroom in New York, a living room in Phoenix, a kitchen in Atlanta. But when Callie’s grandmother falls ill, Cal and her mother are forced to abandon the home they both know, to settle down in Alaska Junction, a small town which is DEFINITELY not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello playlist!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something That You Said, The Bangles&lt;br /&gt;A Day In The Life, The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes The Sun, The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;It's All In Your Mind, Beck&lt;br /&gt;Til Kingdom Come, Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blue Sky, Electric Light Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;This Life, Exit the Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Learn To Fly, Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Put Your Boots On, Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;Fools In Love, Inara George&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Shop, Landon Pigg&lt;br /&gt;Daydream, The Lovin' Spoonful&lt;br /&gt;Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well, Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Holland, 1945, Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Hey There Delilah, Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;Break Me Out 2, Rescues&lt;br /&gt;Junebug, Robert Francis&lt;br /&gt;How To Be Dead, Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate, Snow Patrol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-6941175823207520806?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6941175823207520806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-junction-its-new-forks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6941175823207520806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6941175823207520806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-junction-its-new-forks.html' title='Alaska Junction. It&apos;s the new Forks.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TDFLl_Hp1-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZOgleIWA9lI/s72-c/PICT0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-90083101131116313</id><published>2010-07-04T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T08:00:07.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May you spend today eating too much watermelon, watching fireworks,  celebrating independence and mourning the fact that we missed out on  that whole hot accent thing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-90083101131116313?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/90083101131116313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/may-you-spend-today-eating-too-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/90083101131116313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/90083101131116313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/may-you-spend-today-eating-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2489494193397280030</id><published>2010-07-03T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:00:00.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last you'll hear from March for awhile.</title><content type='html'>March is taking a breather. I’m almost finished with draft #2, and will probably send it to betas once it’s finished. Then, who knows? As a farewell to March, (I’m focusing primarily on Alaska now) I have decided to post a rather tiny excerpt, which I hope you will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;The dress was a pale pink, with a shimmery later covering up white filmy panels underneath. There was a contrasting wrap around the waist of the dress, and the neckline was a square, with fabric gathered at the bodice.&lt;br /&gt;I changed quickly, and Olivia helped me slip the dress over my head. I held my breath and closed my eyes tight, as she continued to adjust the dress in the back, and slowly zipped it up. The fabric was silky and the hem hit me right at the knee; I could feel the dress closing as the zipper climbed my spine, without stopping. I let out a breath, but kept my eyes shut.&lt;br /&gt;“Well? How does it look?”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She was quiet, then she finally said, “You have to see this.” &lt;br /&gt;I kept my eyes shut, and she led me down the hall to be the big mirror which always makes everyone look fat. We stopped, she took my hair out of its pony tail, and stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;“Open your eyes.”&lt;br /&gt;I did, albeit slowly, and what I saw in reflection caught me completely off guard. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re stunning!” She moved to my side, picked up the price tag, and began to laugh. “Not only does this baby fit you like a charm, it also happens to be 25 percent off!”&lt;br /&gt;“No way!” I grabbed the sliver of card stock, and looked it over.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a sign,” she said. “It’s a sign, that this summer is going to be different. This summer is going to be... magic.”&amp;nbsp; She smiled, and with an overly dramatic sigh, waltzed back to the dressing room. &lt;br /&gt;“We won’t be needing these!” She handed the remaining still-on-the-hanger dresses to the attendant, and went back in.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I stood in the hallway a few seconds longer, just staring. There was a faint hope inside me that this dress would work some kind of magic spell. If there was ever a time, ever a summer, this would be it. I felt the buttery fabric at my waist, and slowly walked back to the dressing room, my best friend, the summer of my perfect pink dress, and an Orange Julius waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Coming up Monday: ALASKA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2489494193397280030?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2489494193397280030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-youll-hear-from-march-for-awhile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2489494193397280030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2489494193397280030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-youll-hear-from-march-for-awhile.html' title='The last you&apos;ll hear from March for awhile.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-6853817121730850447</id><published>2010-07-02T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:15:59.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to choose your next project; at least how I chose mine!</title><content type='html'>(Didn’t I start my last post with this?) If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll be able to see (sorrysorrysorry) that I had a sort of hissy fit/freakout last night. For those who DON’T follow me on Twitter, don’t care, or look me over as inconsequential (been there- no hard feelings) my hissy fit was about not-so-top-secret project #2. (No hashtag intended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had three options, which I will now refer to by their short titles: Darcy, Foodie and Alaska. The way I get my ideas is best described by Elizabeth Gilbert, in a &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html"&gt;video I posted awhile back&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; My ideas come like a charging bull, running either straight at me, or close by. My job is to grab that bull by the horns and capture the idea. Sometimes I miss the bull, and it keeps charging ahead to find some other writer willing to pay attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem that I was having, is that all three of these ideas are different, and I really could go either way. They all three take place in different cities; Foodie’s about food, (thank you captain obvious) Alaska’s about music, and Darcy is about writer. I can distinctly remember when I got all three ideas, Darcy while brushing my teeth, Alaska while visiting a small town in Washington (The town is called Alaska Junction, if anyone’s curious... Thus the title), and Foodie while in the car late one night on my way to the beach. Darcy is more chick-lit, while Alaska and Foodie are both YA. Each of them has a really cute boy, and I can see each character clearly in my head. Are you seeing my problem?! I care enough about these three ideas that I can’t imagine choosing one just by randomly pointing, or drawing a slip of paper out of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you asking how, I’m still figuring that out myself. I compared all three to choose which was the most UNLIKE March. Callie (MC of Alaska, and my new BFF.) is younger than most of the characters I’ve written before, and younger than Erin. Callie is an only child, Erin has three siblings, a brother-in-law and a niece or nephew on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could get any author to blurb the cover of March, it would be Sarah Dessen- it’s that kind of book. If anyone blurbed Alaska, I’d like to hope it would be Hannah Moskowitz, John Green, Lauren Myracle, or Libba Bray. Bit of a difference. (For those curious, Darcy would probably be Jane Green, Jennifer Weiner or Jodi Piccoult, and Foodie would be more Maureen Johnson, Elizabeth Eulberg, Stephanie Perkins, maybe Meg Cabot?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my ideas (can’t call them novels just yet) deal with friendship. Darcy and March both focus on the sometimes negative parts, and both have friendships that are (spoiler) bruised, even destroyed. As I was looking for something DIFFERENT than March, that was a strike against Darcy.&amp;nbsp; Then there were two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foodie is definitely a “me” book. Fiona (yes, that’s her name. No, you can’t convince me to change it. She named herself. Leave me alone.) is the daughter of a chef, and is surrounded by LOTS of really good food. Molly (yes, that’s my name. I’d like to change it. My parents named me. Leave me alone.) is the daughter of a chef, and is surrounded by LOTS of really good food. Erin had some major friendship trouble, a penchant for Twizzlers, I Love Lucy and Washington D.C. So did/does Molly, and Fiona can definitely relate. Molly, Erin and Fiona would be TOTALLY close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALLIE, on the other hand doesn’t have time for TV. Her wardrobe is almost 90% black, and her best friends live through her computer. Callie plays pickup basketball like one of the guys, has a blog and is constantly surrounded by music. Constantly. I can relate to certain elements, but Alaska will be a challenge, which I'm definitely ready for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THAT is how I chose. I’m really lucky that I was able to whittle everything down to those three... I have a document with 20 other ideas. They all have character names, plots, snippets of dialogue, locations, whatever comes to me at the time. I write them all down, and go back when I need inspiration, or a new project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Alaska this time, but you better believe that the MAJORITY of those 20 will be written. So here is my question: how do YOU choose what your next project will be, especially when you have multiple choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow will be an excerpt post from March, and then Monday I’ll have some goodies for Alaska, stuff like a playlist and pictures. But here’s something that you might find amusing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaska is the story of a teenage girl who moves to a small town in Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-6853817121730850447?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6853817121730850447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-choose-your-next-project-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6853817121730850447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6853817121730850447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-choose-your-next-project-at.html' title='How to choose your next project; at least how I chose mine!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7270235626269146230</id><published>2010-07-01T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:32:42.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and advice, from me to YOU. (Oh, and some self-made cover art)</title><content type='html'>I’m exhausted, and it was worth it. In November of 2009, I wrote a novel. That novel has evolved and become the manuscript that I’m working on now. If you’ve followed me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook, you will know that I’ve been major deadlining the past few days. That deadline was for a free proof copy of my NaNo novel, from CreateSpace, a division of Amazon. I successfully uploaded all of my files, including my own cover art, (which I will show below, hold your horses) BUT there’s a review window or something... I should have checked the website out earlier to go over their policy, but there’s been other stuff on my head recently. If I get the free proof copy, FANTASTIC. If I don’t, nothing will have changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ten pm, I realized something vital- which is the advice I mentioned in the title. I love hearing writing advice, because I’m still so new at this whole thing, and knowing what works for you might&amp;nbsp; work for me, and vice versa. But I’m pretty confident in this one, and I hope you can use it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is important in many aspects of life, but especially when it comes to writing. There is definitely a time for breaks, but if your novel is important to you, the best thing for it is to breathe your style and soul into its’ words. The way you do this is to be passionate about what you’re writing, and I believe that the way to do THAT is to keep in touch with your novel. I might even be so bold as to say that you want to emotionally connect yourself so that the novel is something you want to finish for YOU. Involving yourself in the writing process is vital for anyone, and this is one of my biggest mistakes. There was a point where I was writing the novel I thought would sell, or what agents would enjoy. In that process, my words became just words, and not the story I so desperately wanted to tell. I don’t think that writing every day is the best plan for everyone; I try to get some writing done, but have a no-guilt policy if I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But here’s the thing. When I connect myself to my work,&amp;nbsp; really care about what happens, and want to meet my characters in real life, I want to write. I want to get the story on paper, I want to get it right, and I do it because I love what I can accomplish. It’s hard not to be fixated on word counts and deadlines, but my novel was not as complete as I’d like, and I’m not speaking as any kind of perfectionist. As I was driving home from the coffee shop where I worked on March, I commented to my mom the one thing I hope you’ll take away from this post: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I submitted the manuscript. Guess what I’m going to do when I get home?”&lt;br /&gt;“Go to bed?” My mother asked.&lt;br /&gt;“No. Keep writing.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and kept writing because I wanted to, and because I believe that with hard work, I’ll be able to finish the novel that I want. I want to write because I love it, and the power I have (literally!) at my fingertips. That is the key to success. Write what you love, write what you hate, but in the end, write &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeping! Today is the LAST DAY to enter my iBeta contest, before I open the voting.. Tell &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE YOU KNOW&lt;/b&gt;, and I’ll have the voting page up soon. My family was in town Sunday through today, so I was able to spend a nice amount of time with them getting sunburnt and swimming. I went to the local American Association of University Women (AAUW) book sale and came out with a complete steal. I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novels&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Marley and Me, by John Grogan&lt;br /&gt;The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, by Rebecca Wells&lt;br /&gt;Weekend in Paris, by Robyn Sisman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College/College related books&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Warriner’s English Grammar and Composition Complete Course&lt;br /&gt;American College English, by Warfel, Mathews and Bushman&lt;br /&gt;Introductory Algebra 1, by Russell F. Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;How to Solve Word Problems in Algebra A Solved Problem Approach, by Mildred Johnson&lt;br /&gt;A History of English Literature by Moody and Lovett&lt;br /&gt;Colleges That Change Lives, by Loren Pope&lt;br /&gt;The Best Way to Save For College by Joseph Hurley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writings on writing&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;McCrimmon Writing with a Purpose, 6th edition&lt;br /&gt;The Elements of Style, by Strunk and White, paperback edition&lt;br /&gt;Writing Down the Bones Freeing the Writer Within by Natalie Goldberg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Get Ready, Get Set, Go! A Young Traveler’s guide to Europe by Stan Raiff&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Discovered by Bob Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memoir&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Cleary, A Girl from Yamhill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obscure&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Emily Post’s Etiquette, Eleventh edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total number of books, 21. Total cost, &lt;b&gt;$3.00&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re not all super-modern novels, or even the most recent additions of anything. But the math hater in me figured math books couldn’t hurt, the English dork in me figures there’s something to learn from any book, and the college-bound rising senior in me is, well- obviously- looking into college. Speaking of college, I am going to be going on a road trip with a friend at the end of the month for nine days. We’ll be visiting a billion colleges all on the East Coast, starting at Georgetown, and heading up to a school in Vermont, called Champlain. If any of you are near a major Ivy League school (not necessarily for me- I'm looking at smaller schools, my friend is looking IL) I'd love to maybe try and meet up for coffee or something. It will be fun, but pretty intense. I’m looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, MAJOR SHOUTOUT to Gloria Tangerine (aka Abbey) because it's her BIRTHDAY TODAY! Fellow well-wishes encouraged. And so, as I promised- here is my proof copy cover art, and a picture of me writing with a special helper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TCzqM2odpkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/92bWJ71nSiw/s1600/Proofcover7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TCzqM2odpkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/92bWJ71nSiw/s320/Proofcover7.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TCzq6Ywu_-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/_nrbabvSB5E/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-29+at+16.52+%233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TCzq6Ywu_-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/_nrbabvSB5E/s320/Photo+on+2010-06-29+at+16.52+%233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7270235626269146230?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7270235626269146230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates-and-advice-from-me-to-you-oh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7270235626269146230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7270235626269146230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates-and-advice-from-me-to-you-oh.html' title='Updates and advice, from me to YOU. (Oh, and some self-made cover art)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TCzqM2odpkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/92bWJ71nSiw/s72-c/Proofcover7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-6000052733148956904</id><published>2010-06-20T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:01:05.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TB5kxFVXxiI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SJaQWFMiz-Q/s1600/fathersday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TB5kxFVXxiI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SJaQWFMiz-Q/s320/fathersday2.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is no such thing as a perfect childhood, but mine came pretty darn close, and I don’t even consider myself fully grown just yet. Part of that, probably a LARGE part of that can be attributed to my dad. You guys, I got REALLY lucky. My dad gave me this awesome creative knack, that my mom doesn’t always get. My dad gave me a love of Earth Wind and Fire, and computers, really good food, and- oh yeah, Carolina basketball. I got my dad’s blue eyes, and his curly brown hair, and taste for hazelnut iced coffees. If you know me at all, (um, if you don’t know me, a good introduction would be the FAQ page) you’ll notice a lot of the similarities between the two of us... And for that, I’m REALLY grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m grateful that my dad is the kind of guy who cares about people, he’s the kind of guy who brings home the groceries and a dozen small extra things that we didn’t need, but enjoy. I’m grateful that my dad loves I Love Lucy, and Alfred Hitchcock, and is (occasionally) still willing to watch Pride and Prejudice with mom and I. I love him because he has a heart for me and my brother and my mom still, after all these years and breakdowns, and speaks louder with his quietness than others do, shouting from the top of their lungs. I love him because he loves God, and therefore loves people. I love the fact that he tells really funny jokes, and for the longest time drove a green VW bug, that I want. I love him for the tiny things, and those hugs that he gives me when I’m sad, and the fact that he’s biting his tongue right now and NOT mentioning how I could edit this post to make it more efficient, and combine those two sentences right there... Happy Father’s Day, dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-6000052733148956904?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6000052733148956904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6000052733148956904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6000052733148956904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TB5kxFVXxiI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SJaQWFMiz-Q/s72-c/fathersday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-9029967482213044964</id><published>2010-06-19T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:30:00.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I'm stealing AGAIN. Major shout-out to &lt;a href="http://www.abbystevens.com/"&gt;Abby Stevens&lt;/a&gt;, who is basically &lt;a href="http://www.abbystevens.com/2010/06/goal.html"&gt;locking herself away&lt;/a&gt; to finish the most recent draft of her novel, that- get this-&lt;br /&gt;! So I was reading&lt;a href="http://www.abbystevens.com/2010/05/10-things-that-matter.html"&gt; this post on her blog&lt;/a&gt;, all about the things that &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; likes. I like this idea. But I'm going go even FURTHER and make a two part post, part one will be about things I LIKE, and part two, things I DON'T like. Except, I'm only doing mine in picture form. Therefore, I present: Part 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.candyfavorites.com/pi/twizzlers_strawberry_licorice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.candyfavorites.com/pi/twizzlers_strawberry_licorice.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. &lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://www.costaricapages.com/panama/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/s_watermelon.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. &lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.totallysweetphotos.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/brooklyn-bridge-ipad-wallpaper-black-and-white.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. &lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn2.overstock.com/images/products/P11529153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. &lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.bizbash.com/content/editorial/StoryPhoto/big/e14972image1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6. &lt;img border="0" src="http://www.preciousbedding.com/product_thumb.php?img=images/damask-comforter.jpg&amp;amp;w=267&amp;amp;h=213" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7. &lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://media.dorothyperkins.com/wcsstore/DorothyPerkins/images/catalog/54000105_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8. &lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.stokesinternet.com/Kauai_Photos/Sunrise_over_the_Ocean.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9. &lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.faqs.org/photo-dict/photofiles/list/2919/4182knitting_spokes.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10.&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://www.jackinthebox.com/corporate/press-room/image-library/07_10_2008_05_05_39__md-iced-coffee.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-9029967482213044964?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/9029967482213044964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-things-i-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/9029967482213044964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/9029967482213044964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-things-i-like.html' title='10 things I like.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5183208248029729726</id><published>2010-06-17T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:36:39.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I put on the hat of televison producer, and steal from Sarah Dessen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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(Before you start, let me just say that a LOT of nail polish was involved. Yeah. THAT kind of worthlessnessism) I would LIKE to think that this is just one of those creative experience things, but who am I kidding? I’m NOT writing. Aaaaand as Mur Lafferty says, I should be. Ha. ANYWAY. I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;stalking &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;reading Sarah Dessen’s blog, and saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://writergrl.livejournal.com/506111.html" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. If you don’t know who Sarah Dessen is, (what is WRONG WITH YOU?) she is an AMAZING author, living in Chapel Hill (NC. Keep up) and a self professed TV fan. I’m not quite up to her caliber (both in the ways of writing and televisionfandomania) (wow, I’m really into making up words tonight) (and parentheses SPAMMING) (no more caps lock for you) but I’d like to be some day. In the above linked-for-your-ease (hehe) blog update, she wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just watch: next, they'll make a show about aspiring authors. They'll call it By The Book: The Next Great Novelist, and gather together twenty people or whatever in a gorgeous loft with pretty laptops and too much coffee and let them just go at it while they try to write drafts and tackle various writing exercises. Witness the drama of writer's block as it happens! Watch pretty people turn ugly when responding to editorial letters! FEEL the drama as they rush to finish chapters and read them aloud to a judges' panel made up of Pat Conroy, Jennifer Weiner, and, say, a critic from either the New Yorker or the NYT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just read that TODAY, but have been plotting a writer’s reality show all week. I was thinking it would be ten writers, and each challenge takes up a week at a time… Obviously, a ten week challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The first week, their challenge is simple: write (at least) 50,000 words of a NEW manuscript in seven days. That’s just over 7,000 words a day, which is actually kind of do-able. Of course, I can get 600ish words in half an hour, so maybe that’s just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The next challenge, is to edit that MS, and send out query letters to agents. Two-show immunity for anyone who signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That next few weeks, they have to write at least 30,000 words of a specific genre, which is where the guest judges (and author-visitor-mentors) come in! Okay, so during that time, part of the voting process (you know there HAS to be a voting process) is that the first chapter (or what is best believed to represent the novel) of each MS will be posted online, and WE THE VIEWERS get to vote on our favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The winner will receive a one-book deal with a major publishing house. Their big break. &amp;nbsp;So what do YOU think? I know I want to watch it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Thanks Sarah, for the “prompt” and I’m going to go procrastinate now. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5183208248029729726?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5183208248029729726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-which-i-put-on-hat-of-televison.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5183208248029729726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5183208248029729726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-which-i-put-on-hat-of-televison.html' title='In which I put on the hat of televison producer, and steal from Sarah Dessen.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5733011579451677922</id><published>2010-06-17T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:52:09.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I. AM. UPDATED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1VqB9OqqAsY/TBkBYAZYnEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FALVOb7ulEY/s1600/theversatileblogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1VqB9OqqAsY/TBkBYAZYnEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FALVOb7ulEY/s200/theversatileblogger.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's this? Is that a &lt;a href="http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/p/my-review-policy.html"&gt;review policy&lt;/a&gt;, updated&lt;a href="http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/p/ibeta-contest.html"&gt; iBeta page&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/p/faq.html"&gt;F.A.Q. &lt;/a&gt;section? Why yes it is! Some fun stuff is happening in YDEland, mostly involving successful revision; I'm still alive, so that's progress. I took the SAT and don't think I COMPLETELY bombed, my friend Gloria Tangerine and I are starting a local book club, my dad has a second interview for a job, I'm planning a college road trip for late July, and had toast for breakfast. Big thank you to &lt;a href="http://www.bluelipsticksamurai.com/"&gt;Blue Lipstick Samurai&lt;/a&gt;, for bestowing me with "The Versatile Blogger" award; I'll have a full post listing those I'M giving the award to soon. What's new with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Congrats to Chris Ing, for winning the first part of my contest. Good luck to those still in the running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5733011579451677922?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5733011579451677922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-updated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5733011579451677922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5733011579451677922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-updated.html' title='I. AM. UPDATED!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1VqB9OqqAsY/TBkBYAZYnEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FALVOb7ulEY/s72-c/theversatileblogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-249818440033745445</id><published>2010-06-12T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:00:29.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision, a four letter word.</title><content type='html'>Check out this video I just made, about what I'm doing right now, in terms of my MS. Longer post later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBtTH1niGEI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBtTH1niGEI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-249818440033745445?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/249818440033745445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/revision-four-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/249818440033745445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/249818440033745445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/revision-four-letter-word.html' title='Revision, a four letter word.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-1244766018125522444</id><published>2010-06-07T17:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:00:04.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heist Society by Ally Carter- a review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TA1jdzaZ-XI/AAAAAAAAAk8/YZdK8k8JL4M/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-07+at+15.48+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TA1jdzaZ-XI/AAAAAAAAAk8/YZdK8k8JL4M/s320/Photo+on+2010-06-07+at+15.48+%232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781423116394"&gt;Heist Society&lt;/a&gt;, by Ally Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney-Hyperion, 2010, 9781423116394&lt;br /&gt;Ally Carter's &lt;a href="http://www.allycarter.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Kristin Nelson’s &lt;a href="http://www.nelsonagency.com/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pubrants.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, Ally Carter has done it again. As I mentioned in a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/theknittingnerd/status/14724242040"&gt;tweet a few weeks ago&lt;/a&gt;, I was able to inhale all of her Gallagher Girls series (so far!) and I am now happy to say that Heist Society followed suit- I was NOT disappointed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heist seems to open like a GG novel; the main character is an intelligent teenager with spy-like abilities, a notorious family, and is set in a boarding school- but this time, main character Katerina (called Kat) is a thief, seeking normalcy and a life away from the “family business.” But by the end of the very first chapter, you know that Kat’s school year will not go according to plan. She is unwillingly conned out of school by her handsome, REALLY rich best friend/borderline boyfriend Hale, who has rather grim news: a famous mobster’s high-security, practically invaluable art collection has been stolen, and Kat’s father is the only suspect on his list. The problem is that her father denies stealing the collection, and has an alibi to prove it. Kat believes her father, but the mobster does not, and he gives Kat a mere two weeks to return his paintings, or else. Kat is forced to take upon herself the task of stealing the paintings back, aided only by a unique teenage crew and belief of her father’s innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to vividly picture each character, and want to know them personally. Oh, to dream! There were several mysteries intertwined throughout the story that kept the pace up, although the plot was strong, and didn’t require them; thus each mystery was another topping on this really good-looking and good-tasting sundae of a book. Heist Society will leave you begging for more, at the end of each chapter, and at the end of the novel, with some questions answered, but more still lingering dangerously in the air. Thank goodness Carter is writing a sequel! &lt;br /&gt;I give it five out of five espressos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-1244766018125522444?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/1244766018125522444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/heist-society-by-ally-carter-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1244766018125522444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1244766018125522444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/heist-society-by-ally-carter-review.html' title='Heist Society by Ally Carter- a review.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/TA1jdzaZ-XI/AAAAAAAAAk8/YZdK8k8JL4M/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-06-07+at+15.48+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3842599690235056399</id><published>2010-06-04T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:38:30.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I realize that I suck. And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>No excuses, just a really busy week. The winner I have chosen for this round is... Joanne! I honestly want to read ALL of the entries, but this is the one I've chosen for right now. BUT- the other three entries are still in the running, and on June 15th, I'll close the comments, but open a POLL for you, the readers, to vote on a second winner. Good luck, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3842599690235056399?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3842599690235056399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-realize-that-i-suck-and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3842599690235056399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3842599690235056399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-realize-that-i-suck-and-winner-is.html' title='I realize that I suck. And the winner is...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-138013604804874236</id><published>2010-06-01T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:01:57.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iBeta part one- OVER!</title><content type='html'>I will be choosing someone June 1st (today), because I'll have a bit more time on my hands. Thank you to anyone who entered this first part, and good luck to anyone who enters the second! (All unselected entries are left, and are still in the running- no need to re-post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-138013604804874236?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/138013604804874236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/ibeta-part-one-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/138013604804874236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/138013604804874236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/06/ibeta-part-one-over.html' title='iBeta part one- OVER!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2373036836445208667</id><published>2010-05-31T18:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:24:48.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting ready to go up to the House floor- I&amp;#39;m the dias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2373036836445208667?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2373036836445208667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-ready-to-go-up-to-house-floor-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2373036836445208667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2373036836445208667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-ready-to-go-up-to-house-floor-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7156236758868905768</id><published>2010-05-26T18:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:34:03.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Page Turner.</title><content type='html'>Just a little bit of a heads up; the next week I'll be REALLY busy... There's a homeschool conference I'll be attending Thu-Sat, and then Mon-Thu, I'll be paging in the NC House of Representatives! I'm not entirely sure what my duties will be,(definitely not my regular paging job, I'll wager) but I'm SUPER excited. I'm bringing my computer with me, but I don't know how much time I'll have to write a post. I'll probably send a few mobile updates and maybe some pictures, but don't expect any real recap updates until late next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL promise, that by (next) Friday, I'll have a review of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heist-Society-Ally-Carter/dp/1423116399/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1274913769&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Ally Carter's Heist Society&lt;/a&gt;, and some exciting news about a new MINI BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, May 31st, I'll pick ONE winner of my &lt;a href="http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/p/ibeta-contest.html"&gt;iBeta contest&lt;/a&gt;, and then keep the competition open until June 15th. Enter now, tell you friends, tell everyone! Keep reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I will &lt;b&gt;ALSO&lt;/b&gt; be posting a review of &lt;a href="http://miragrant.com/"&gt;Mira Grant's Feed&lt;/a&gt;, which her lovely agent Diana Fox sent to me. :) That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7156236758868905768?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7156236758868905768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/page-turner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7156236758868905768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7156236758868905768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/page-turner.html' title='Page Turner.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5911996245298332955</id><published>2010-05-24T17:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:11:12.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Homeschooler.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I am a homeschooler.* I've been homeschooled for nine years now, so I've heard every question in the book. Therefore, below is a list of the top ten questions I've been asked (in no particular order), and one student's answer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1. What about socialization/friends?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I have friends- don't worry. :) When is homeschooling is done properly, (the vast majority of the time) a parent will make their child's education a priority. This means that they WILL get out, and be around other people. There are homeschool support groups popping up all the time, all over the country, which have resources for families, and often provide classes. Homeschooling is a quickly growing educational trend, with (it seems) no signs of slowing down, meaning more homeschoolers and more socialization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you go to school in your pajamas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have classes outside of the house four days a week, so I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; do my school work in my pajamas, but most days I just get dressed and get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What about prom/sports/clubs? Do you feel like you're missing out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In short, no. This is partially due to the fact that I have a lot of opportunity already around me, and partially because I'm not a real party person. Because I'm at the community college for two classes,(helping with the whole socialization "issue") I have access to clubs and organizations. Then again many public schools allow homeschooled students to participate in plays, sports, etc. There's also a thriving homeschool support group for high school students in my area- they have dances, proms, sports teams, and even graduation ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What about college?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I plan on going to a four-year. Some people prefer to go to a community college for awhile and transition out, but I'd like to get the whole experience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Why/How long have you homeschooled/Did you ever go to public school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom is a teacher by heart and nature. My birthday was also two days before the cut-off date, so my parents held me back an extra year in pre-school. I then attended a charter school for Kindergarten, 1st, and 2nd grades. Starting my 3rd year, my parents (and a best friend of mine's parents) decided to homeschool. I wasn't being adequately challenged for my age in my grade level, but my parents didn't want me to be bumped up a grade and fall to the bottom of the class, just for the challenge. I just finished 11th grade this past semester, and will be a senior next year- once I've graduated, I will have homeschooled for ten years. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What do you like about homeschooling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The flexibility! I can take most of my school with me anywhere, and do it on a schedule that fits my family-great for those bitten by the travel bug! I have an incredibly wide variety of class options, as I'm able to search around and focus on what I love, or what I'm interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What do you dislike about homeschooling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Homeschooling requires intentional effort. I don't think that public school students are lazy by any means, but while public high schools have clubs and guidance counselors built in, homeschoolers have to go out and find those opportunities for themselves. It's not as convenient. I have to make intentional efforts to hang out with friends, as opposed to seeing them on a daily basis. Homeschoolers are also watched very closely- when we make spealling oer grammmar errers or give a bad impression, it tends to reflect homeschoolers as a group, because someone is "obviously not doing something correctly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Don't you get sick of your mom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No, of course not. I am a perfected being, and rise far and above trivial things, like disliking my mother. She and I never get on each others nerves, and most certainly never argue or disagree. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, past the obvious answer- YES, we do want to kill each other on occasion, my mom and I &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; close. A lot of that comes from the sheer amount of time we &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; spend together, and another part is a lot of our shared interests. Personality-wise, we're pretty much polar opposites, but give us a free afternoon in a bookshop or library, and we'll both be in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Can your mom just give you the grades that you want?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Technically, yes. But that does no one any favors... My mom refuses to give me anything other than what I absolutely deserve, and out of the 200+ homeschooling families I know, none of them gloss over grades either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Is homeschooling even legal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, homeschooling is legal in all 50 states. Each state has their own requirements for homeschoolers, and it varies &lt;b&gt;greatly&lt;/b&gt; depending on where you live, but it IS legal. North Carolina requires attendance records, (180 days; in NC, home schools are categorized as private schools) and a yearly standardized test. There is an organization called HSLDA, which stands for Home School Legal Defense Association;  it has an &lt;a href="http://hslda.org/Default.asp?bhcp=1"&gt;extensive website&lt;/a&gt; which can answer any legal question much better than I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it! If you have any more questions, fire away either on Twitter, or in the comments below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There is "debate" over whether the proper term is 'home school(er/ers/ing/ed)' or 'homeschool.' I choose to squish my words together. They look prettier, and save a character on Twitter. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5911996245298332955?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5911996245298332955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/diary-of-homeschooler.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5911996245298332955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5911996245298332955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/diary-of-homeschooler.html' title='Diary of a Homeschooler.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8954352301632572159</id><published>2010-05-17T10:00:00.070-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:48:23.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iBeta!</title><content type='html'>I have 200 followers on Twitter. This might not seem like a bunch, but I'm an unpublished, student writer. Now look at those 200 followers. That's a lot of people. (Yes, I realize some might be bots, probably a lot of them are, but stick with me here.) So in honor of little old me having a decent and growing following, I've decided that I want to hold some kind of contest. I'm not a published author, so I don't have ARC's to give out, and I'm also not rich, (by any means whatsoever) so a book or package giveaway is also out. The conclusion I've come to, is that I want to hold a manuscript beta contest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you still might be thinking, "&lt;b&gt;But you're not a professional, what can YOU do for ME?&lt;/b&gt;" I believe I have a very good answer for that. &lt;b&gt;I'm a writer, I'm a reader, and I'm a teenager.&lt;/b&gt; Most writers have have a target audience/reader in mind, and I find myself fitting in a lot of those target ranges.(Teen, girl, avid reader, HAS read Twilight, likes Jane Austen AND John Green, etc.) I also believe that my writing helps with this- I write because I love it, and I I have an underlying desire to help other writers succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a beta, I would give you my overall impression on how the novel flows, work with the characters, even the culture. Note this is not as full as a critique, but instead helps with the work as a whole. This means that your novel does NOT have to be complete, although that is certainly encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my contest. Beginning TODAY (May 17th) I will open the comment section on this post. &lt;b&gt;Post your BEST query/pitch in the comment section of &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/YDEibeta"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I will choose &lt;b&gt;ONE winner&lt;/b&gt; out of the comments &lt;b&gt;on May 31st&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;ONE MORE winner&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;June 15th&lt;/b&gt;. Winners will be chosen partially by their pitch strength, (so don't worry if yours really sucks) and partially by the novel plot. Be sure to include your email so that I can contact you if you're a winner. Good luck! (and tell a friend!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8954352301632572159?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8954352301632572159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8954352301632572159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/ibeta.html' title='iBeta!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3375327971259594532</id><published>2010-05-13T21:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:31:36.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My novel in pictures</title><content type='html'>I've seen this on a couple of other blogs, namely &lt;a href="http://www.abbystevens.com/2010/05/what-do-red-hair-green-hills-crumbling.html"&gt;Abby Stevens's&lt;/a&gt;, and have decided to follow suit. Therefore, bits of my novel, in photographic form. Enjoy, and tell me what you think! (LONG, detailed post with some exciting news to come in the next few days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiWZa4ttI/AAAAAAAAAkI/440foePxk7I/s1600/JeffersonMemorial%40Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiWZa4ttI/AAAAAAAAAkI/440foePxk7I/s320/JeffersonMemorial%40Night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470926153012786898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiV9RTKKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-CHEkiybsqA/s1600/twizzlers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiV9RTKKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-CHEkiybsqA/s320/twizzlers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470926145456384162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiVVZv8BI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jnPRW4HrlEI/s1600/38-2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiVVZv8BI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jnPRW4HrlEI/s320/38-2201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470926134754406418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiVH0gAlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fdZNkMlBwGY/s1600/120294_57153_bbf7690490_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiVH0gAlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fdZNkMlBwGY/s320/120294_57153_bbf7690490_p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470926131108512338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiU4oshnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/No_ZoJAa4oo/s1600/100_9254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiU4oshnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/No_ZoJAa4oo/s320/100_9254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470926127032469106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3375327971259594532?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3375327971259594532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-novel-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3375327971259594532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3375327971259594532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-novel-in-pictures.html' title='My novel in pictures'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S-yiWZa4ttI/AAAAAAAAAkI/440foePxk7I/s72-c/JeffersonMemorial%40Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-6090093780919865275</id><published>2010-04-29T17:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:10:02.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect, neglect, neglect. IRONY.</title><content type='html'>So after my last post regarding my neglect of this blog, I've done it AGAIN. I haven't posted in NINE DAYS. *gasp* But miraculously enough, I haven't died, passed out, been hit by lightening or eaten alive by bigfoot for my lack of postage, so I think that I'm going to be okay. During that time, I have organized my "stuff" folder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S9oBY6njW_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/lcQLLLBbVfE/s1600/ishot-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S9oBY6njW_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/lcQLLLBbVfE/s320/ishot-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465682625331158002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written some,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S9oCP92FS5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/qonU0PXz3AU/s1600/instantshot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S9oCP92FS5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/qonU0PXz3AU/s320/instantshot1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465683571090213778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaand read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Will-Grayson-John-Green/dp/0525421580/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1272578717&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; book, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spellbinder-Helen-Stringer/dp/0312387636/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1272578758&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-France-Julia-Child-Prudhomme/dp/B002RTE1Z2/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1272578883&amp;sr=1-10"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one. So I ask, what have you read, and what have you written- lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-6090093780919865275?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6090093780919865275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/04/neglect-neglect-neglect-irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6090093780919865275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6090093780919865275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/04/neglect-neglect-neglect-irony.html' title='Neglect, neglect, neglect. IRONY.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S9oBY6njW_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/lcQLLLBbVfE/s72-c/ishot-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7680173385804933212</id><published>2010-04-17T14:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:07:12.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect, neglect, neglect.</title><content type='html'>I will not bore you with my thoughts at the moment. They involve school, and writing my screenplay (Now called After Ocie) which is happening v e r y   s l o w l y.... and *coughnot* editing March. I also started/embarked on another story idea (on top of the other 12, of course) about a girl moving to a small town in Washington. No vampires, I promise. In fact, I really have only one otherworld/paranormal piece- most of what I write is real-life YA fiction, though there is also another non-fic YA piece in talks at the moment. Food is involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7680173385804933212?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7680173385804933212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/04/neglect-neglect-neglect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7680173385804933212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7680173385804933212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/04/neglect-neglect-neglect.html' title='Neglect, neglect, neglect.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5599107696691883929</id><published>2010-04-04T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:30:07.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's April, fools!</title><content type='html'>So I made an unofficial resolution to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;a href="http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/"&gt;Script Frenzy&lt;/a&gt;, because I have an incredibly hectic schedule. Guess what I did on March 31st at 10pm? &lt;a href="http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/eng/user/508398"&gt;Signed up for Script Frenzy&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you who don't know, Script Frenzy is like a younger sibling to NaNoWriMo; but instead of writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days, your challenge is to write a 100 page script/screenplay/anything that has lines in 30 days. I'm three pages and 4 days in. This is where I hide. I'm going to do my best to finish, (darn stubborn Irish roots) but I'm much less motivated for "Screnzy" than I was for NaNoWriMo, largely because all of my writing in the past has been written in story format, eventually to be a novel, rather than chunk format, to be acted out according to stage directions. But, no matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to follow me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/theknittingnerd"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, you may have noticed my tiny and very not-dramatic "prank..." I stated that I would no longer be working on March, as it was simply too much work. If anyone worried, don't... It's not true. Not that I've gotten any real writing done lately, but I'm still technically "working" on it.. Quotes are due in that some days all I can do is open &lt;a href="http://literatureandlatte.com/scrivener.html"&gt;Scrivener&lt;/a&gt; and stare at the words for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all in all, I'm writing.. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5599107696691883929?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5599107696691883929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-april-fools.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5599107696691883929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5599107696691883929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-april-fools.html' title='It&apos;s April, fools!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5248462016779804589</id><published>2010-03-28T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:22:13.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Ideal isn't Real.</title><content type='html'>What if you woke up every day at the age of 16 with pain shooting throughout your entire body? What if you were told that if you didn't stay active, you would most likely be in a wheelchair by the age of 25? That is the terrifying reality of one of my closest friends in the world, Bella. This is not a rally for money, a plea post, or anything of the sort, only a blog "plug." Bella is completely sick of feeling tired, worn down and in pain. &lt;a href="http://whenidealisntreal.blogspot.com/"&gt;When Ideal Isn't Real&lt;/a&gt; is her new blog chronicling a three month experiment in eating only raw foods. No meat, dairy, wheat or anything processed- only vegetables, fruits and teas. She hasn't posted in a few days, but I'm getting on her back to post again, and hope that this will encourage her along the way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5248462016779804589?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5248462016779804589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-ideal-isnt-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5248462016779804589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5248462016779804589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-ideal-isnt-real.html' title='When Ideal isn&apos;t Real.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4595736066224161979</id><published>2010-03-26T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:23:08.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eisley Jacobs giveaway!</title><content type='html'>To be brutally honest, I am SO in this for the prize package... Eisley Jacobs is an author, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/EisleyJacobs"&gt;avid twitterer&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.pluggedinparents.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=521&amp;Itemid=209"&gt;homeschooling mom&lt;/a&gt;! She also happens to have a GREAT prize giveaway on her &lt;a href="http://www.eisleyjacobs.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; Enter now, blog it, tweet about it, and comment on her &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#!/pages/Eisley-Jacobs/283899113736?ref=ts"&gt;Facebook Fan&lt;/a&gt; page to enter, in order to receive a $25 Amazon Gift Card, G2 Mini RollerGell Pens (I ADORE THESE PENS) Small black notebook with elastic closure, Choxie Chocolate Covered Espresso Beans, Ritter Dark Chocolate Bar, A package or two of PEEPS and A Random CUTE pair of socks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4595736066224161979?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4595736066224161979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/eisley-jacobs-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4595736066224161979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4595736066224161979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/eisley-jacobs-giveaway.html' title='Eisley Jacobs giveaway!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-1554024888411581853</id><published>2010-03-24T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:24:59.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fORAPkfVV_A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fORAPkfVV_A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m writing this post in a really peaceful place... It’s not physically anywhere different than where I was a year ago, and yet things are so much better- you have no idea. A year ago, my world fell apart. In one way or another, I lost two of the most important people in my life, each for scarily similar reasons. My dad lost his job. I basically failed Algebra, and it was close to the year anniversary of my Aunt moving to Seattle, which completely tore me apart- I saw her roughly six days a week when she lived in town, and spent my Friday nights (EVERY Friday night) at her house, babysitting for my cousin. I’d then spend the night and we (Aunt, Uncle and cousin) would go out to breakfast (coffee!) Saturday morning and they would take me to my theater class. It was a perfect routine, and then they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You may be thinking that this sounds awfully close to the plot of my novel. Girl has issues with her two best friends, and has to deal in any way that she can... Well, that is because most of it happened to me. Not everything, of course- and there are very few details that are exactly as they happened. A lot of things were simplified, and the characters can in some way resemble their counterparts, but are by no means exact copies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time when this was all happening, I didn’t know where I was supposed to go, I was just sick of everything, plodding through life minute by minute. I sunk into a depression; I was never suicidal, I just lost any desire to do anything by lay in bed all day and cry. I wanted to seal over my door and keep the world out. I moved on in many ways, but those memories still haunt me at times, and some of the scars left over are still sensitive. But I look back on March ’09 now, 12 months later, and realize that I just kept breathing, and moved forward in any way that I could... I look back and still wonder how I got through it. But I did. I kept going, and I did extra credit in algebra to get my grade up, and moved away for three months, I worked at a grocery store, I bought a laptop that I had been dreaming about for years and years; I started a novel, stopped it mid-way and wrote another novel in 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I adapted, and I got better, and today I no longer have that sick feeling sitting in my stomach, I no longer wish that I could just seal over my door and have people feed me coffee and burritos through the hole in the bottom; and all of the people that I lost a year ago happen to be with me again. My dad found a job just last week, and I’m not failing Algebra 2. Am I back where I started? In some ways, yes. But am I stronger because of it? Absolutely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-1554024888411581853?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/1554024888411581853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/keep-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1554024888411581853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1554024888411581853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/keep-breathing.html' title='Keep Breathing'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4442178607727292128</id><published>2010-03-19T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:51:37.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The tweet heard around the world. Keep going, Jeremy!</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have been up. Seriously. But thankfully, I was. At 1:32 am, Nia Vardalos (Actress, screenwriter, director, comedian extraordinaire - oh yeah, and star of the FANTASTIC My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I LOVE her.) sent out a twitter to her 33,000+ followers: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;@NiaVardalos: Please send help, this man is having thoughts of suicide. JEREMY,  please call 1800-SUICIDE to talk @Jeremyllynch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it might be a hoax, but twittered to @Jeremyllynch anyway. So did  dozens, hundreds,( maybe thousands?) of others. At this point, I was wide awake, and worried about this complete stranger from Casselberry, Florida. So many people sent kind words of encouragement, which are heartwarming to read. He originally twittered to Demi Moore (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;@MrsKutcher&lt;/span&gt;) but I received my updates from Nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;@ jsmisko&lt;/span&gt; @jeremyllynch Hope u r ok this morning. "Nurture your mind with great thoughts; to believe in the heroic makes heroes." ~ Benjamin Disraeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;@ NerdfighterAbby&lt;/span&gt; @jeremyllynch Hey, Jeremy. I heard about how you feeling. Hope this helps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(She linked to this image) &lt;object width="450" height="346"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=155249343&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=155249343&amp;width=1337" height="346" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/155249343/"&gt;Secret. 8289&lt;/a&gt; by =&lt;a class="u" href="http://deviantartsecret.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArtSecret&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;@sanginlady&lt;/span&gt; @jeremyllynch I am praying 4 your strength Jeremy, U can get thru this rough time, to make your life better, dont forget 2 lean on love man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;@sarascaj&lt;/span&gt; @jeremyllynch I just wanted 2 send a ((hug)) I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;@jrzjlo&lt;/span&gt; @jeremyllynch @mrskutcher I wish more people would reach out when they feel like this. It is never as dark as it seems n ppl do care! BlessU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without internet, I was glued to my phone. Nia called the Florida police and the suicide hotline, and finally I received this update, about half an hour later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;@NiaVardalos&lt;/span&gt;: Just spoke to FL police again, they're with Jeremy now. He is ok, it's not a hoax. Thank u all for sending love to @jeremyllynch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could've very possibly been an attempt to get attention, for all we knew, Jeremy Llynch could have been telling some big joke. But he wasn't. There were complete strangers all over the world reaching out with 140 characters of compassion, which is the real power of social media. People can say that it's a waste of time, but I honestly believe that twitter saved a life, and I'm glad that I was a tiny part. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4442178607727292128?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4442178607727292128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/tweet-heard-around-world-keep-going.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4442178607727292128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4442178607727292128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/tweet-heard-around-world-keep-going.html' title='The tweet heard around the world. Keep going, Jeremy!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8983083960514483061</id><published>2010-03-13T12:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:01:22.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A post in which I whine, ramble and get link happy.</title><content type='html'>As I'm writing this, my manuscript &lt;a href="http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/p/march.html"&gt;March&lt;/a&gt; has 50,663 words. This means that there is tangible proof that I HAVE worked on my novel, and I haven’t just added 652 words. I’ve actually CUT stuff, followed by some re-writing and... There’s proof. I haven’t done a whole heck of a lot, but there’s proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moving forward. I am mentally exhausted. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Proof, in that I couldn’t edit the fragment and unnaturally short sentence into a longer, better phrase and avoid unnecessary punctuation.)&lt;/span&gt; I’ve gained a rather short attention span for anything not honestly, instantly  interesting... Or anything that requires me to work. Take a jump into my brain for a moment. I look at my book shelf, and a sense of dread washes over me, because reading is scary and requires me to be intelligent, and analyze characters, and... and... Then I wind up slapping myself in the face. You know why? Because while a really fabulous book challenges it’s reader to think above and beyond what is  presented at face value, a good book also guides you into the identity of your characters; it holds your hand. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Unless that book is &lt;a href="http://justinelarbalestier.com/books/liar/"&gt;Liar&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://justinelarbalestier.com/blog/"&gt;Justine Larbalestier&lt;/a&gt;, but that’s just a kick butt book, and that’s the point.)&lt;/span&gt; You should see me watch Lost. Every single one of my comments were along the lines of, "Oh look! Ben Linus has a nosebleed. Again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have to have this stupid anxiety of fearing the mental challenge of reading, because  while reading is often mental workout, in the world of mental fitness, I am addicted to this exercise. Upon further investigation of my brain, I realized that I wasn’t really scared/weary of reading, I was terrified of writing. I was terrified about the fact, that the fates of Jackson, Olivia, Erin, Maureen, Ellen, Theo and Justin all sit on my shoulders and hard drive, and that I can screw them up if I make one wrong move. I realized that I was mentally blocking a writers’ block, refusing to believe that the honeymoon was over and that now I have to take risks with my manuscript, in order to move forward. Now I have to do the grunt work to finish the first draft, all the while, it seems like the rest of the writers that I’m following on a regular basis all seem to have their books in and out of edits (this is everyone, but, I mean, SERIOUSLY, &lt;a href="http://hannahmosk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah Moskowitz&lt;/a&gt;?), and their ARCs are arriving, (&lt;a href="http://sarahtales.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sarah Rees Brennan&lt;/a&gt; *cough*) and they’re getting &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Anna-French-Kiss-Stephanie-Perkins/dp/0525423273/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1266347429&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Amazon pages&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYTQ3MEE8LQ/S4xtZgpFLwI/AAAAAAAACeM/25mAzMtzVBg/s1600-h/AnnaFrenchKiss.jpg"&gt;covers&lt;/a&gt;, and ISBN numbers (&lt;a href="http://naturalartificial.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie Perkins&lt;/a&gt;- YAYYYYYY!!!!)  and here I am, with barely 50,000 words of a NaNoWriMo manuscript which holds a relatively decent plot, wondering what the heck to do now, and wishing that I could just hand my manuscript over to my clone to deal with. You know what I’m talking about, the one who would work out for me and get Algebra done, and clean my room, then merge back into my head with all the sore-muscles and math benefits added to my person, no work required. Jumping from that place to a close-to-finished manuscript seemed like it would take a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;literal&lt;/span&gt; act of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at this point Wednesday night. Some complaining to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/hannahmosk"&gt;Hannah Moskowitz&lt;/a&gt; helped, and Stephanie Perkins gave me the gift of this video, a 20 minute lecture by &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/"&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;/a&gt; (Author of &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/eatpraylove.htm"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/a&gt;) about the creative process, which I highly recommend EVERYONE watching. &lt;!--copy and paste--&gt;&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/ElizabethGilbert_2009-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/ElizabethGilbert_2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=453&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius;year=2009;theme=words_about_words;theme=speaking_at_ted2009;theme=the_creative_spark;event=TED2009;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/ElizabethGilbert_2009-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/ElizabethGilbert_2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=453&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius;year=2009;theme=words_about_words;theme=speaking_at_ted2009;theme=the_creative_spark;event=TED2009;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(You can actually download the lecture in both video and audio form, but make sure you have a good connection; the video download is about 65 MB.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that all of the authors mentioned above have been in my place, and that ultimately they struggled with their writing too. But just because they can identify with my slump, doesn’t mean that the utter and complete suckage just ends. If you’ve ever been in my place, you know that when you reach this point, two options remain. The first is to give up. The second, is to keep writing. Giving up might be the option for some people, but I have poured far too much time and energy into this manuscript to stop working on it now. Thus leaves the option of pushing through the tough parts and keeping up with my writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keep working.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the single most irritating piece of advice any writer will give you. BUT, this is the only thing that really works. Move to a different chapter. Re-work a favorite scene, ANYTHING. Just don’t stop. You know why? Because like that whole exercise analogy, once you get back into the process, slowly you dislike it less and less. Then once your writing time is over, once your workout is finished, you have that wonderful exhausted feeling, which you should dwell in for as long as possible. Your muscles are slightly sore, but your mind is at ease, and you have that glimmer of hope again. I kept writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m over my issues right now, so to anyone who needs it, whining and complaining to me about your writing WILL work. But in the midst of me helping you not be so miserable, I WILL tell you to keep writing. When the time comes, I will most definitely need you to tell ME to keep writing, probably sooner rather than later. But that’s life, right? We help each other, we bare our souls in the hopes that in those dark and gloomy moments, someone will &lt;a href="www.twitter.com/theknittingnerd"&gt;@reply&lt;/a&gt; us on twitter, or &lt;a href="mailto:theknittingnerd@gmail.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt;, or even just call and say, “I feel your pain, magic book dust will be sent your way, keep writing.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8983083960514483061?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8983083960514483061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-in-which-i-whine-ramble-and-get.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8983083960514483061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8983083960514483061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-in-which-i-whine-ramble-and-get.html' title='A post in which I whine, ramble and get link happy.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7122191605878853852</id><published>2010-03-11T16:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:59:17.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Combine all three ingredients (really, it's easy) and form into a ball as best you can, basically, if you can squish everything into a ball that holds together, you're good. If you need to, add a few drops of water. Once everything is combined, wrap in plastic wrap, and let the dough sit for a few minutes. If you want to add herbs/spices to the pasta, add before you mix in the eggs. At this point, you will have a ball of dough. Cut in parts, and  lightly knead the dough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgAgjDE5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/C9MSJJaW8VI/s1600-h/PICT0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgAgjDE5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/C9MSJJaW8VI/s200/PICT0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447490786134528914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doughy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgA2_8_fI/AAAAAAAAAhY/DI3r2eQlUK0/s1600-h/PICT0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgA2_8_fI/AAAAAAAAAhY/DI3r2eQlUK0/s200/PICT0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447490792161345010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your dough is sticky to the touch, add flour to the surface (Like in the picture- no, that's not dinosaur skin). This is our pasta machine- I recommend one for making pasta because you need to get the dough really thin, but you could improvise with a rolling pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgBtfjU2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/DlijBY7FJeY/s1600-h/PICT0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgBtfjU2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/DlijBY7FJeY/s200/PICT0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447490806789395298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closeup of the pasta- this is Rosemary Basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgB7dIslI/AAAAAAAAAho/_rMvbyyMooI/s1600-h/PICT0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgB7dIslI/AAAAAAAAAho/_rMvbyyMooI/s200/PICT0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447490810537357906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've rolled the dough really thin, cut it into strips (again, assisted by our pasta machine) and boil until cooked through. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;You can add cocoa powder to the flour (and take out the salt, replace with sugar) to create this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lmF-CC2aI/AAAAAAAAAhw/fJ20Xm1uVq8/s1600-h/PICT0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lmF-CC2aI/AAAAAAAAAhw/fJ20Xm1uVq8/s200/PICT0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447497477018278306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which you add whipped cream and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lmVZ1XPuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NhqKaP_m4UQ/s1600-h/PICT0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lmVZ1XPuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NhqKaP_m4UQ/s200/PICT0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447497742179319522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and end up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lmjoGX7LI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VczxJk733HE/s1600-h/PICT0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lmjoGX7LI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VczxJk733HE/s200/PICT0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447497986526932146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;I am avoiding the topic of writing right now, because it hates me. But more on that little bug of a phenomenon LATER. (No, I'm not giving up, and I'm also not having writers block- I'm just having writers.. hate or something.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7122191605878853852?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7122191605878853852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/pasta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7122191605878853852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7122191605878853852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/03/pasta.html' title='Pasta!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S5lgAgjDE5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/C9MSJJaW8VI/s72-c/PICT0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7529737421487906428</id><published>2010-02-25T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:04:23.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftershock</title><content type='html'>Death is more than the ending of a life, it's the complete standstill of other lives that are all connected. I'm sorry that I haven't posted in the past while; my great Aunt died, and so I've been kinda under the weather. I'm fine, she really was tired, and she isn't in pain any more (years and years of cancer will do that to you) but it still makes things difficult, and yeah my life sortof kind of sucks at the moment. But I'm staying busy, and I'll get better soon. Or at least I'll hide it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7529737421487906428?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7529737421487906428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/aftershock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7529737421487906428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7529737421487906428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/aftershock.html' title='Aftershock'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-6452314123537214640</id><published>2010-02-19T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:32:39.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Write. (Part 2 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Practice&lt;/span&gt; (the easy part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Writing is easy. All you have to do is sit at a typewriter and open a vein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Walter Wellesley Red Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-6452314123537214640?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6452314123537214640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-write-part-2-of-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6452314123537214640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6452314123537214640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-write-part-2-of-2.html' title='How to Write. (Part 2 of 2)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2311838215201091030</id><published>2010-02-19T14:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:36:19.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Write. (Part 1 of 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few basic requirements to actually "write." This is the hard part. To write, you will need 2 very basic things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Set of hands&lt;/span&gt;. These are necessary to hold pens, drink coffee or type away at a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pen&lt;/span&gt;. Writing that is not in some form readable by other people is called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OPTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paper&lt;/span&gt;- Paper is readily encouraged, but with a pen and hands, you can write WITH something,(hands and pen) USING something, (pen) ON something (hand). Simple logic, really. Paper helps greatly when you run out of skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt;. This handy-dandy device, (best in laptop form, truthfully) helps to save trees when you run out of skin and therefore paper. Also nice in that you have a delete button as well as an 'undo' option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Writing-Stephen-King/dp/0743455967/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1266606992&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;On Writing,&lt;/a&gt; by Stephen King. This helps. (Also, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Elements-Style-50th-Anniversary/dp/0205632645/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1266607088&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; book is helpful as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Brain-&lt;/span&gt; Many writers find this a commodity, I like to use mine as much as possible, but then there are those who believe in success without brain power. Most of those people are unpublished, but I know of a few who tend to succeed despite the odds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2311838215201091030?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2311838215201091030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-write-part-1-of-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2311838215201091030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2311838215201091030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-write-part-1-of-2.html' title='How to Write. (Part 1 of 2)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-626839052805491489</id><published>2010-02-15T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:13:00.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven FREE (and quite useful!) applications for Mac OSX</title><content type='html'>You will rarely find me turning down something free. But even more than a love of free things, I love free things that are USEFUL. I’ve compiled this list from other lists, videos and blog posts that I have found online. I have not been paid to use any of these programs, I haven’t contacted any of the developers, they haven’t contacted me. All of these opinions are solely my own,  and I actively use ALL of these programs- and find them useful. That being said, here is a list of my favorite seven free (and I’m talking COMPLETELY free- no trials or hacks) programs for Mac OSX in alphabetical order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Audacity&lt;/span&gt; is a program compatible with both Macs and PCs, which provides a very basic audio recording experience. It is not basic in a bad way, it is simply to straight forward and easy to navigate. All that you have to do, is open the application and press the big red button to record. There is a nice list of effects that can be added to your audio recording, such as echo, pitch and speed change, as well as fade in and fade out functions. I have used Audacity to work on speeches, voice notes, and it is especially helpful when creating custom ringtones. My only issue with the application is that it doesn’t have mp3 encoding built in, but that problem is easily remedied with a download of the necessary file from their code library- and Audacity even provides you with a link to the download page! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://audacity.sourceforge.net/"&gt;http://www.audacity.sourceforge.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bean&lt;/span&gt; is a fully operating word processor for Mac, and a what I consider to be a FABULOUS substitute for Apple’s TextEdit, a program I never warmed up to. One of my favorite features is the full screen function, which is similar to Write Room, allowing you to customize alternate screen colors, and fill up the entire screen with your text, removing any excess distractions, which is very useful for someone like... me! Bean allows you to save your document with over 9 different extensions, so you never have to worry about your formatting translating from, say a Mac to a PC. Bean is a solid program which is flexible and great for everyday use. Oh, and did I mention that it’s coffee themed? HUGE plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bean-osx.com"&gt;http://www.bean-osx.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ByteController&lt;/span&gt; is like a three year old, (stick with me here) meaning that it is tiny, but powerful! Byte Controller places a small, three button icon in your menu bar which plays, pauses, fast forward and rewinds songs in iTunes. Some people use the mini player from iTunes, but this is smaller, more inconspicuous (obviously) and the buttons are fully customizable! I like the fact that you don’t have to open the iTunes window every time you don’t like a song, or need to pause. There is honestly no downside to this app!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bytetastic.com/"&gt;http://www.bytetastic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caffeine&lt;/span&gt; I really love Caffeine, both the drinkable kind, and this application! Caffeine, like ByteController and the next application, Perian is small, but useful. Caffeine’s use is simple; it keeps your screen lit up to full brightness, while you’re doing something like watching a YouTube video, or reading a document, and not constantly touching a key or the mouse. It comes in the form of a small coffee cup sitting in your menu bar, and can be turned on for anytime from five minutes to five hours, and indefinitely. Again, like with ByteController, I have nothing negative to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightheadsw.com/caffeine/"&gt;http://www.lightheadsw.com/caffeine/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perian&lt;/span&gt; is the only program that I have listed here, which runs fully in the background. Perian is a group of “plug in” type codes for Quicktime, allowing you to view nearly any file type without downloading extra players. Perian has saved me money and time that I would have spent buying other players, or converting files. A must have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perian.org/"&gt;http://perian.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quinn&lt;/span&gt; Do NOT download Quinn if you like games, especially Tetris... and have a tendency to become distracted. Quinn is Tetris. For free. With full customizations. (Can you tell I really like personalization?) Yeah, it’a addictive, and you can basically make it as pretty as you want. Downside? Three hours later, you wonder what on earth happened to your afternoon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simonhaertel.de/"&gt;http://www.simonhaertel.de/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SketchUp&lt;/span&gt; can be downloaded from Google, and us available for use on both Macs and PCs. SketchUp is a full-scale digital 3D modeling software. It lets you design the exterior of houses and buildings, down to tiny things like pens and books, and furniture. It takes awhile to really get the hang of the program interface, but once you’re familiar with how things are laid out, you can create neighborhoods and cities... Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sketchup.google.com/"&gt;http://sketchup.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it! Those are my seven “staple” programs. There are a few others that I like as well, but this “Super Seven” will get any Mac user (new or old) on the way to creating and listening to music, creating and editing documents, designing 3D models, playing games, and watching videos, with both obscure file extensions and for long periods of time without the screen dimming. If you know of any other freeware programs, post them in the comments, or let me know via Twitter, at ‘&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/theknittingnerd"&gt;theknittingnerd&lt;/a&gt;’. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-626839052805491489?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/626839052805491489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/seven-free-and-quite-useful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/626839052805491489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/626839052805491489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/seven-free-and-quite-useful.html' title='Seven FREE (and quite useful!) applications for Mac OSX'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7774195374866585453</id><published>2010-02-13T20:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:58:24.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pages!</title><content type='html'>Blogger is OFFICIALLY my favorite blogging service. My one complaint about blogger in the past was the lack of pages, but there they are, and I am one happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S3dTw_mfhwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/S66Yy9GF3Ps/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-02-03+at+01.32+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S3dTw_mfhwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/S66Yy9GF3Ps/s200/Photo+on+2010-02-03+at+01.32+%236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437907176244872962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I'm going to have my Harry Potter recaps up within the next few days, as well as top seven Mac OSX program picks, to be posted Monday morning. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7774195374866585453?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7774195374866585453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/pages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7774195374866585453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7774195374866585453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/pages.html' title='Pages!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S3dTw_mfhwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/S66Yy9GF3Ps/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-02-03+at+01.32+%236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8068328982077726561</id><published>2010-02-13T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:58:58.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions.</title><content type='html'>I found a list of questions on a few of the blogs I follow, and thought I'd take a stab at them myself- the trick is to answer with only one word. Off I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Cell Phone? Lifeline&lt;br /&gt;Your Hair? gross&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother? Smiles&lt;br /&gt;Your Father? Listens&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Food? Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Last Night? Dream?&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Drink? Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream/Goal? Novel&lt;br /&gt;What Room Are You In? Bella's&lt;br /&gt;Your Hobby? Kniter&lt;br /&gt;Your Fear? Failure&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You See Yourself In Six Years? Writing&lt;br /&gt;Where Were You Last Night? Here&lt;br /&gt;Something That You Aren't? Math-y&lt;br /&gt;Muffins? Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;Wish List Item? Books&lt;br /&gt;Where Did You Grow Up? America&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing You Did? Psych&lt;br /&gt;What Are You Wearing? Nailpolish&lt;br /&gt;Your TV? Nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;Your Pets? Oreo&lt;br /&gt;Friends? *points*&lt;br /&gt;Your Life? Busy&lt;br /&gt;Your Mood? Happy&lt;br /&gt;Missing Someone? Angelboy&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle? Bus&lt;br /&gt;Something You Aren't Wearing? Socks&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Store? Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Color? Green&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time You Laughed? Earlier&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Cried? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Friend? Birdie&lt;br /&gt;One Place You Go To Over And Over Again? Indie&lt;br /&gt;Facebook? Poke&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place To Eat? Delmer's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8068328982077726561?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8068328982077726561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/questions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8068328982077726561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8068328982077726561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/questions.html' title='Questions.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7685944223958725527</id><published>2010-02-10T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:31:14.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The influence of Twilight, aka Confessions of a library nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gplteensblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://gplteensblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is the first in a series of books involving an older-than-dirt Vampire named Edward Cullen, and a teenage human named Bella Swan. The two of them, despite Edward wanting to drink Bella's blood, fall in love, and don't "do it" until they get married. Add in a werewolf best friend, Bellathirsty  Italian Vampires, a life-sucking baby and a few other characters, and you have the series phenomenon that swept the world. For a little while, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the Harry Potter phenomenon truly made reading among teenagers popular again. It forced non-readers to realize that we bookish types *waves hand* are not crazy due to our literary habit. Harry Potter is certainly not for everyone, but I believe it opened the eyes of my generation (and older generations, certainly) to the power of the written word; allowing a person to travel to new worlds, through words on a page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight has also captured another branch of that audience, and continued on with the fine tradition of exciting non-readers. I have friends on both sides of the fence, some believing that Twilight is fantastic, others believing that it is somewhere down there next to heroine and... ear infections? Twilight is criticized for it's lack of fancy-pants language, lack of hanky panky, too &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; hanky panky in the last book, Edward's controlling personality, Bella's lack of spine, a relationship between a 17 year old and an undead guy who's 112 (however old- I really don't care, nor remember) and a wide variety of other issues. This all goes to say, that Twilight opened up a new market not only for readers, but for authors. My demographic is small and rather selective, but the wide and vast majority of books that appeared on the shelves of our YA section for 2009 were vampire books. Yesterday, while I was shelving, I noticed that there are FOUR copies of Twilight in our system, sitting on the shelf. This was completely shocking, in that for the past several YEARS, there has been MAYBE one copy on the shelf at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you may be asking... what’s the next big trend? I think it's going over to the Paranormal genre. Paranormal still encompasses some vampirism, but it's expanded. Paranormal mostly deals with ghosts, spirits, and things that should have stayed dead. Ghost hunting, encounters with ghosts, falling in love with ghosts, being haunted by a ghost wanting revenge, you name it. Why does this matter? Like the surge in YA literature sparked by Harry Potter, Twilight has sparked a new generation of readers. People finish the Twilight trilogy wanting more, so they go to their library, go to their book store, and pick up a new book or a series. Paranormal is an expansion of the vampire market, allowing readers to expand their horizons a bit, and a bit more... These new readers then explore other genres and authors, and are transformed. They’re reading books because they realize something that I found out a long time ago. Books are interesting. Books are not just black letters printed in succession on a page, books are moving and powerful, and exciting. "Books are a uniquely portable magic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A couple of things to mention/clarify. First off, Paranormal is not the ONLY growing trend in YA literature. I've seen a lot of real-life fiction books pop up, (and now my brain is thinking that I just wrote about pop-up books. ugh.) and know of several more to debut in the coming year. Secondly, people might comment that the next growing trend is fantasy (as in unicorns, and fairies, or faeries, or elves and... dragons). Fantasy is ALWAYS growing. Fantasy has always been there, somebody is always coming up with a new spin on how a person stumbles onto a leprechaun or a colony of elves. That's how it is. Thirdly, the cover image is copyright Stephenie Meyer, (who I am NOT) and the quote in the last paragraph, "Books are a uniquely portable magic." is "property" (can we own words? really?) of Stephen King. That is all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7685944223958725527?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7685944223958725527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/influence-of-twilight-aka-confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7685944223958725527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7685944223958725527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/influence-of-twilight-aka-confessions.html' title='The influence of Twilight, aka Confessions of a library nerd'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2231366213648783183</id><published>2010-02-06T16:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:23:09.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>I feel SO much better about this layout... I'm finally not stuck with the icky white and brown one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2231366213648783183?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2231366213648783183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2231366213648783183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2231366213648783183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-9196510904212331977</id><published>2010-02-03T12:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:51:20.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie Perkins and the AMAZING book giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Hello book nerds and bloggers alike! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local author Stephanie Perkins (Naturalartificial.blogspot.com) has a book give away on her blog! Enter for a chance to win a really cool copy of Pride and Prejudice, a copy of the book Scrambled Eggs at Midnight, and Orange Blossom marshmallows from&lt;br /&gt; Laduree, fondly known as HEAVEN. All you have to do, is visit the blog, and post your favorite romance scenes from books or movies (kissing scenes with video clips encouraged) and you're in! *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-9196510904212331977?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/9196510904212331977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/pride-and-prejudix.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/9196510904212331977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/9196510904212331977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/02/pride-and-prejudix.html' title='Stephanie Perkins and the AMAZING book giveaway!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-6741975037842594999</id><published>2010-01-31T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:42:14.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When was my insanity chip get installed? #HP marathon, BABYm</title><content type='html'>It snowed. Again. Because of the snow, best friend (see last post) was unable to fly to Florida, because her flight was canceled. Several re-schedules and cancellations later, she wound up on a bus headed to Charlotte, which is where she will be until 4pm this afternoon- THEN she'll fly to Miami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That is all said, in that the weather here has drastically affected function in everyday life, and not-everyday life. I developed a cold or something over the weekend, and was stranded by the snow, with nothing interesting to do. The idea struck me at 8pm Friday: Why don't you watch all 6 Harry Potter films back to back, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; night, and Twitter about it! The sane part of my brain was out on a date at a coffee shop with the "you need sleep" part of my brain, and so I made a nice, rash decision (as in steady, hasty- not, "apply two times per day to the affected area" rash) that I would follow through with my challenge, to be hashtagged on twitter, #HPmarathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of people have commented something along the lines of, "GET A LIFE!" I ask, what would you have done? I'm holding off on starting another book, because Scarlett Fever by Maureen Johnson is coming out TOMORROW (to be shipped to my house soon) and the closest business to my house is a gas station three miles away... No one has had any better or more productive suggestions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My #HPmarathon began at 11pm Friday, and finally finished up at 12am this morning. Yes, that means that it took me 25 hours to watch 15 hours of film. Where did the extra ten hours go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, I twittered roughly 650 times throughout all six films. That's about 107 twitters per movie, equating to about 44 twitters per hour, or a tweet for every minute and a half. THAT's a LOT of twitters! I also did a roughly 3 minute video blog after each movie, preparing for the next installment.&lt;br /&gt;During that time, I only consumed 2.5 cups of coffee, (never finished to graduate to a third cup) and took a 20 minute nap, but I also ate lunch and dinner, and was forced by my mostly well-meaning mother, to hike down the mountain in the snow, which took close to two hours. WHEW! Corny as it sounds, I feel like I actually learned some things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never hesitate to thank your lucky stars that blog posts are not limited to 140 characters or less.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always choose as short a hashtag as possible. #HPmarathon really could have been #HPrace, #HPdare, #HPfor24, all for less characters. (That's a lesson for next time! ;) )&lt;br /&gt;3. Perseverance pays off. I slept REALLY well last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to expand this post- to do a review of each movie, largely based off of each movie's tweets. In the mean time, check back often and follow me on Twitter! (@theknittingnerd) Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-6741975037842594999?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6741975037842594999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-was-my-insanity-chip-get-installed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6741975037842594999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6741975037842594999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-was-my-insanity-chip-get-installed.html' title='When was my insanity chip get installed? #HP marathon, BABYm'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2510950920063570425</id><published>2010-01-29T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:29:37.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Leaving!</title><content type='html'>Alright, we all know those fabulous stories of Hollywood nannies who are taken on vacation, and flown all over the world to watch some celebrity's kid- my best friend IS ONE OF THEM. Okay, she's not being flown to some deserted island, anddd she's only babysitting for her aunt, BUT, she IS being flown down to MIAMI just to watch her cousin. How awesome is that? She's flying just for a babysitting job. Why can't we all be that lucky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2510950920063570425?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2510950920063570425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/shes-leaving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2510950920063570425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2510950920063570425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/shes-leaving.html' title='She&apos;s Leaving!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-287330508333646974</id><published>2010-01-27T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:50:15.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like it!</title><content type='html'>I tried. I thought, "Streamlined! Simple!" but I just don't like it. I thought that my new layout would be nice, slightly soothing (not like, *snore* soothe, but, Oh, this is cute! And not neon! soothe.) It's boring. So, I am going to change it. *Stomps foot in determination* Right now, I'm going to stick to a general (probably widely used) template, but in the future, watch out! The next will WOW, I assure you. Some things to look out for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite (FREE) programs for Mac OSX&lt;br /&gt;A book review of one of my new favorite novels EVER&lt;br /&gt;Update on MY novel&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of my life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-287330508333646974?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/287330508333646974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/287330508333646974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/287330508333646974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-like-it.html' title='I don&apos;t like it!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8034652815735817531</id><published>2010-01-18T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:06:02.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Marple at Glamis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S1SviMSQHxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/N47AbLIJgrM/s1600-h/300px-GlamisWide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S1SviMSQHxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/N47AbLIJgrM/s320/300px-GlamisWide.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428156452836482834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English course for this year is Shakespeare. So far, we have covered Henry V, Hamlet, touched on a few sonnets, and now are working on Macbeth, a work of which I am &lt;a href="http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-hurly-burlys-done-when-battles.html"&gt;incredibly familiar.&lt;/a&gt; At the end of each play, we are assigned a paper or project. One of the options that I have, is to write a fictional story involving the plot of Macbeth, and what would happen if a famous detective visited the castle in order to solve the murders of Duncan and/or Banquo. I have chosen the fabulously British Miss Marple as my detective! This is why, instead of more educational tasks, I am going to be watching Miss Marple DVD's, and reading a few of the works by the creator of Miss Marple, Agatha Christie, instead of, say doing another lesson of French. (I can order coffee, so what else is there?) Isn't the castle lovely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8034652815735817531?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8034652815735817531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-marple-at-glamis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8034652815735817531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8034652815735817531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-marple-at-glamis.html' title='Miss Marple at Glamis'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/S1SviMSQHxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/N47AbLIJgrM/s72-c/300px-GlamisWide.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-1461678323576016478</id><published>2010-01-18T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:00:11.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti Relief</title><content type='html'>Anyone with a television, internet or radio knows about the dire situation in Haiti- this is not a place for me to beg for support, I'm merely supplying a really quick and easy way to help out. If you read regularly, you'll notice the new red cross image with "HAITI" written across, located on the upper right side of the page, in place of the poll. Clicking on the cross leads directly to the Red Cross website's PayPal donation page. All you need to do is type in your donation amount and PayPal account information, and you're all set! Keep praying for this nation and her people as they work on rebuilding their lives, and finding lost loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-1461678323576016478?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/1461678323576016478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-relief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1461678323576016478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1461678323576016478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-relief.html' title='Haiti Relief'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-6387152236155768657</id><published>2010-01-11T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:23:40.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009 Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>Alrighty readers and bloggers alike, finally, I’d like to talk about my accomplishments for 2009- that way I can stop this from hanging over my head, and move on to more fun things, such as my sore lack of cash, or my mind-boggling, dizzying choice of colleges, all of them swimming around my head, saying, “Pick me!” Ultimately, it will all come down to cost... I’m in a finance class for school, and while I don’t like limits, Student Loans are not going to be part of my “college experience” if I can help it. Ramen Noodles yes, high interest rate payments lasting until my 30’s or beyond, no. If I was going to medical school, law school, or maybe something in engineering, perhaps loans would be more of an option. But I’m not a science or a math person, and even though I’ve been told by many people manymany times that I should consider law, my,“But that’s not practical!” mindset would not work well in the courtroom. I want to write in some capacity, somehow, which is not a clever cover for, “I want to get rich quick!” MOOOVING on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My 2009 Accomplishments&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Seattle.&lt;/span&gt; This was a big step for me- moving away from home for roughly four months, leaving behind my family friends, and four, two day old puppies. I was forced to make challenges, balance some form of budget, and push grocery carts in 108 degree weather. But was it worth it? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Kennedy!&lt;/span&gt; Kennedy, for those who may not know is my 13” White MacBook laptop. This is important largely for one reason. When I was twelve or so, I told my friend Abbey that I had three goals in life. (Hi Abbey! Was it three? I think it was three!) The first, was to go to American Girl Place- which I did in July of 200something (around 3 or 4). The second goal was to buy a laptop. I thought it was SOOO cool that there were these really tiny computers that you could CARRY WITH YOU! It took five years, but she is proudly what I type on today! Number three was to go to Hawaii, but that really isn’t something that I want anymore... Think Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. March.&lt;/span&gt; Until mid to late 2009, writing a novel was not something I had ever thought of doing myself. I’m a reader, always have been, always will be. Sure there were ideas in my head, but I never actually thought to myself, “Hmm! Lets write a novel today!” and actually wrote. But come September, when I accidentally stumbled upon NaNoWriMo via Facebook (yes, Facebook) I walked into November with an idea, no plot, minimal sanity, and lots and lots of coffee. 30 days later, I had a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Macbeth!&lt;/span&gt; Shall I compare thee to a horror film? A Sudoku puzzle? Thou hast the capacity of a challenging terror, not a terror which cannot be overcome, but one conquered like a knightess, plunging her gleaming silver sword into the breastplate of the fire breathing and bone crushing dragon, ending the sorceress’s life and saving the kingdom. I greatly enjoyed my reign as “The Second Witch,” stumbling through Shakespeare’s complicated, albeit beautiful script, emerging whole with an excess of hairspray still stuck, streaks of fire in my tangled and sprayed mane, a cast of colorful characters I am proud to call friends, and an experience to last from here to eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. McBolinelli Sweep.&lt;/span&gt; This was my third campaign, and I had a blast! It was an accomplishment for me, when several staff members asked for my opinion on lit drops and the like… I also managed to start March during that period, and survive a bus breakdown in really cold weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Blood donation.&lt;/span&gt; If you know me, you are probably aware that I’m not a huge fan of needles. I don’t pass out at the sight them or anything, I just don’t care for long sharp pointy metal objects being injected into my arm to play a modern metal and plastic equivalent of a vampire. Nevertheless, I also know that blood donation is important, and so I walked in, and shortly after walked out, minus some blood, but without dizziness or nausea... I’ll be donating for a second time this week, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my big accomplishments for the year… There are so many others, but those in particular are events that I’m really proud of. I have several posts coming up that are pre-planned, but I would love to hear what you think, what you want to know, or want to ask me! Comments absolutely make my day, but @ replying me on twitter gets my attention, and I check my formspring pretty regularly. I know you’re out there, readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-6387152236155768657?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6387152236155768657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2009-accomplishments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6387152236155768657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/6387152236155768657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2009-accomplishments.html' title='My 2009 Accomplishments'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4060273091852022233</id><published>2010-01-09T15:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:14:46.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Novel Website!</title><content type='html'>I recently threw together a website for March, just something simple and book focused. You can find that page at &lt;a href="http://marchthenovel.weebly.com/"&gt;http://marchthenovel.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead! Visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4060273091852022233?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4060273091852022233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/novel-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4060273091852022233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4060273091852022233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/novel-website.html' title='The Novel Website!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-752332758594647317</id><published>2010-01-02T02:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:21:57.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>I will be quite honest and say that I don't really like resolutions. I like the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; of making choices that will affect your year, but I feel as if they are set in stone so that you are set up with almost an expectation to fail. Instead, I believe in dreams. Some of the dreams are much more attainable than others, but dreams are also (I believe) passions. I think that following a passion is always more enjoyable and easier than following something you have resolved to do. So, in no particular order, these are three of my dreams (some of them more goal-oriented than others) for the year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read my Bible daily. I have found that constantly having the creator of creativity and designer of love floating in my brain, I am more capable of being a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;2. Edit my novel! If I haven't mentioned it in the past, my writing/editing schedule is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; January: Write, read, edit, rinse, wash, repeat.&lt;br /&gt; February: Let A and B (real people) read it as is.&lt;br /&gt; March/April: Work on their thoughts/comments/suggestions. Write more, not die.&lt;br /&gt;May-Mid June: More outside critique/work. Receive proof copy from CreateSpace&lt;br /&gt;July: support my coffee habit&lt;br /&gt;August/September: Pass proof around to friends, take criticism, work with a local writers group.&lt;br /&gt;October: (This is probably my biggest dream for the entire year) Submit to an agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also mention that I am hardly expecting any of this to go according to plan. Life happens, which is largely why I believe in dreams. For all I know, my editing could take a bajillion months, and October will get here REALLY fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Turn old. I will turn 18 in 2010! This means that I can buy things off informercials, and get cigarettes, (no, I don't smoke, and I never will- I'm just saying) and I'll be LEGALLY able to get a credit card (not that I would, OR my mother would let me) and other..schnazzy things like go and... Whatever. I'll be legal. Enough. Now you may be thinking, "How would she avoid becoming "old?" That process involves staying alive through school and novel editing, a feat I hear is increasingly difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now! I have a list of accomplishments to post, as well as a LOAD more dreams, but most of them are silly, frivolous things like, "drink more coffee!" which will happen no matter what. Please keep reading, please comment, please reply, ask me questions on formspring, confirm in my mind that I'm not just talking to empty cyberspace.... Happy 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-752332758594647317?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/752332758594647317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/752332758594647317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/752332758594647317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4126936900788493345</id><published>2009-12-21T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:36:45.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is honestly the longest time I've gone without posting in awhile...</title><content type='html'>But I have a very good reason- watch and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7yQ2xqCE2E8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7yQ2xqCE2E8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4126936900788493345?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4126936900788493345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-honestly-longest-time-ive-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4126936900788493345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4126936900788493345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-honestly-longest-time-ive-gone.html' title='This is honestly the longest time I&apos;ve gone without posting in awhile...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8536776549034727277</id><published>2009-12-14T17:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:35:54.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll!</title><content type='html'>I added  poll- tell me what you think! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8536776549034727277?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8536776549034727277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/poll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8536776549034727277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8536776549034727277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/poll.html' title='Poll!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-749370336309532612</id><published>2009-12-13T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:58:13.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won, ‘ere will be the set of sun.</title><content type='html'>[This post is long overdue, I realize. But I've been so busy lately!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say that this has been an unnaturally good experience, because every show or production should (in my opinion) aspire to run as smoothly as this production of Macbeth has. But the facts are that we started out doing a production of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;, which should doom you there and then. But instead of prickling thumbs and danger around every corner, the biggest drama was in fact not on stage, and had to do with some idiotic production students who happened to decide that they wouldn’t show up for tech rehearsal. Said students were quickly replaced, and the production proceeded smoothly. Nobody was injured that I was aware of, there was one case of swine flu, which the actor recovered from in two days- and this was still in the rehearsal stage! There were no real fights, and the entire cast got along well. I had an amazing experience, and hope to work with the same group again sometime. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-749370336309532612?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/749370336309532612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-hurly-burlys-done-when-battles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/749370336309532612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/749370336309532612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-hurly-burlys-done-when-battles.html' title='When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won, ‘ere will be the set of sun.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4676361006448964651</id><published>2009-12-12T21:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:47:13.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Curling up with mom, a cup of peppermint espresso, and the movie White Christmas. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4676361006448964651?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4676361006448964651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/curling-up-with-mom-cup-of-peppermint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4676361006448964651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4676361006448964651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/curling-up-with-mom-cup-of-peppermint.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-4805532504455308034</id><published>2009-12-10T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:10:55.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless Thursday</title><content type='html'>I know that I did music last week, but this week is worth it just as much! Simon and Garfunkel are hands down fabulous. Not terribly unlike The Beatles, they have paved the way for music makers around the world. Here is one of my favorites of their songs, (mentioned in my novel, actually) called The Sound of Silence. Ignore the Portuguese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VflKiZzb4h4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VflKiZzb4h4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-4805532504455308034?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4805532504455308034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/timeless-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4805532504455308034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/4805532504455308034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/timeless-thursday.html' title='Timeless Thursday'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-917946657796557534</id><published>2009-12-10T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:11:34.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing.</title><content type='html'>NaNoWriMo is an amazing goal for any writer who wishes to one day write a novel. That novel may be something that they write and then put away in some folder to stumble upon in a few years, or it may be something that they will continue to write, edit, and eventually publish. I hope that my novel will be more of the latter. That being said, I have learned so much from NaNoWriMo about the REAL novel writing process, and this is very limited knowledge, from only one month of real hard core writing... Take it from me, the process is not glamorous or  sweepingly romantic- there are moments of course, but those occur on the inspiration roller coaster high, most of the time when you’re sitting in a cozy cafe, coffee in hand and Frank Sinatra softly playing in the background. That’s about the time that you blink, and see that your hair is frizzy, you smell like something slightly burnt, and notice that you have a fantastic 154 words, with only 99,846 words left. You are small, and trying to achieve a goal that many others have tried and failed ahead of you. On the good days you sometimes hear the ghosts of authors past cheering you on, “What’s that Tolkien? Lewis? Austen?” and then other times you just hear the washing machine and the car alarm going off in your neighbor’s driveway. &lt;br /&gt; I learned that writing is largely a process, and less of an inspiration explosion going off inside your head, trickling out through your fingertips. It often times means sitting down somewhere relatively comfortable (or uncomfortable, whichever you might prefer) and writing about your character’s irritation with Zombies (oh, you had better believe I did) or maybe perhaps coming up with a model of your character’s bedroom, which will allow you to accurately describe every detail as it’s right in front of you, but not accomplish any real purpose at all. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SyFu_6idX_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/58DI4Yh5cH4/s1600-h/Room1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SyFu_6idX_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/58DI4Yh5cH4/s320/Room1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413730271400648690" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Oh yes, I had a productive month!) &lt;br /&gt; It’s hard, and sometimes really, really sucky, and you will absolutely NOT want to write any more.  &lt;br /&gt; The process is also REALLY REALLY LONG. Yes, I wrote the bulk of a novel in 30 days, but I still have tens of thousands of words to write before I even complete the first draft. &lt;br /&gt; In movie terms, (who doesn’t love movies?) the first draft is the equivalent of some dude (or dudette) thinking, “hmm. I like this idea that just popped into my mind!” and then scribbling that idea on a napkin, or whatever is handy. The  information written on the napkin is changed, edited, unused, tossed away, before it becomes a usable building block. That is the first draft. From that napkin scribble, plot, characters, and a story need to develop; this is REALLY where you no longer recognize the brief note that you wrote down some time before. There is then the arduous process of pre-production, producing the napkin scribble for the screen, finding directors and producers, and people to play your napkin scribble characters, shooting the film, and editing, and... it’s a lot. &lt;br /&gt; The biggest question I seem to be getting lately is “when can I read it?” (it being my novel) My response is to laugh, look down at my napkin, and laugh some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-917946657796557534?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/917946657796557534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/917946657796557534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/917946657796557534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/writing.html' title='Writing.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SyFu_6idX_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/58DI4Yh5cH4/s72-c/Room1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-767445711273326647</id><published>2009-12-08T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:55:03.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone- I now have a formspring! What is a formspring? It's a question box which allows you to ask me anything.... Literally. :) Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/theknittingnerd"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/theknittingnerd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-767445711273326647?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/767445711273326647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/767445711273326647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/767445711273326647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspring.html' title='Formspring!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-17489524233611217</id><published>2009-12-04T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:32:40.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless Thursday! ABBA edition!</title><content type='html'>Here is your Timeless Thursday post, even though it's appearing on Friday... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40DOjezqIl0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40DOjezqIl0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-17489524233611217?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/17489524233611217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/timeless-thursday-abba-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/17489524233611217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/17489524233611217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/timeless-thursday-abba-edition.html' title='Timeless Thursday! ABBA edition!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-1273485715187701948</id><published>2009-12-03T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:49:52.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m slightly preoccupied, so Timeless Thursday will be posted on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-1273485715187701948?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/1273485715187701948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-slightly-preoccupied-so-timeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1273485715187701948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1273485715187701948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-slightly-preoccupied-so-timeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8221419103036337060</id><published>2009-12-03T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:28:40.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SxgfayQT3UI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RkwUB1fUHn4/s1600-h/SGAWANTS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SxgfayQT3UI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RkwUB1fUHn4/s200/SGAWANTS2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411109497312894274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I finished my novel. ... ... ... It's kind of funny to me how I can write 50,000 words about something relatively specific, and yet here I am with an entire blog at my disposal, the world simply at my fingertips, and I can't think of much to say. I have a lot of school obligations, so please forgive my lack of posting- I should be back to full strength by the holidays. Happy December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8221419103036337060?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8221419103036337060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/sound-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8221419103036337060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8221419103036337060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SxgfayQT3UI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RkwUB1fUHn4/s72-c/SGAWANTS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-1391178030136505406</id><published>2009-12-01T20:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:07:08.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the TGIO party! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-1391178030136505406?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/1391178030136505406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-tgio-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1391178030136505406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/1391178030136505406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-tgio-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8549740046957652584</id><published>2009-12-01T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:14:05.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The second batch of info!</title><content type='html'>Here are some other facts that you might enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;six guys&lt;/span&gt; mentioned in my novel by name, four of them have a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;name that starts with the letter 'J'&lt;/span&gt;. I only recently realized this, and it was not intentional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"final" scene&lt;/span&gt; that I wrote yesterday (the scene that put me over my 50,000 word goal) involved Chinese food, tubes of cookie dough, and the movies Pretty in Pink, starring Molly Ringwald, Breakfast at Tiffany's, with Audrey Hepburn, Sleepless in Seattle, with Meg Ryan, Vertigo, with Grace Kelley, and While You Were Sleeping, with Sandra Bullock- the scene &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is only about 200 words long, and is towards the beginning of the book.&lt;/span&gt; I actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wrote the ending&lt;/span&gt; of the novel, or what I think is the end of the novel, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;early on&lt;/span&gt; in the process, within the first or second week of NaNoWriMo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My novel is comprised of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;two dream sequences&lt;/span&gt; which make absolutely no sense, a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt; to the beach, a&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; bus ride to Washington&lt;/span&gt;, DC, countless&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; emails&lt;/span&gt;, it mentions &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;football&lt;/span&gt; more than I'm quite comfortable with, and a portion of the book is set about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;five miles from my house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my dogs&lt;/span&gt; is also thrown into the novel exactly as she is, simply renamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;166,700&lt;/span&gt; people signed up for NaNoWriMo this year, and a whopping &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32,000 people won&lt;/span&gt;, roughly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19%&lt;/span&gt; of all participants, a NaNoWriMo &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all time high&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8549740046957652584?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8549740046957652584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-batch-of-info.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8549740046957652584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8549740046957652584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-batch-of-info.html' title='The second batch of info!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-7502297308266644187</id><published>2009-12-01T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:56:11.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*collapses*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SxU8f_VBo8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/jPXgFslefdE/s1600/stuart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SxU8f_VBo8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/jPXgFslefdE/s200/stuart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410297047628751810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did it. You cannot imagine the relief and sheer joy that I felt when I looked at my word count and saw my total of 50,011 words, which came out to be 268,544 characters.  I also have some other statistics that my readers, who or whomever you/they may be might enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March was written in three states.&lt;/span&gt; I began in Virginia, wrote some in South Carolina, but the bulk in North Carolina where I also technically finished the novel for NaNoWriMo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There are at least seven more scenes in my head that need to be written down that I ran out of time for tonight.&lt;/span&gt; There are some not TOO gaping plot holes, but I definitely have more to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wrote March on my iPod Touch, my Cell Phone, and my laptop&lt;/span&gt;. Very little of it was written on paper, I think I type faster than I write, but as a whole, writing it out took too much time to type up later, thus the cell phone and iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have gained more than 30 twitter followers from NaNoWriMo participation&lt;/span&gt;, and finally for tonight, &lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thoughts of a sequel&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-7502297308266644187?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7502297308266644187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7502297308266644187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/7502297308266644187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-did-it.html' title='*collapses*'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj8HW1AcvvU/SxU8f_VBo8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/jPXgFslefdE/s72-c/stuart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-3074529993219935442</id><published>2009-11-30T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:40:43.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote 50,011 words in 30 days, with more to come. I also happen to be completely exhausted, but it is SO worth it. :) #nanowrimo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-3074529993219935442?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/3074529993219935442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wrote-50011-words-in-30-days-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3074529993219935442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/3074529993219935442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wrote-50011-words-in-30-days-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-5116071735895481111</id><published>2009-11-30T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:52:22.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WON!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-5116071735895481111?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/5116071735895481111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-won.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5116071735895481111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/5116071735895481111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-113363812111569178</id><published>2009-11-30T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:02:11.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three hours, 2,500 words to go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-113363812111569178?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/113363812111569178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-hours-2500-words-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/113363812111569178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/113363812111569178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-hours-2500-words-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2611280960859399401</id><published>2009-11-30T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:21:06.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has four shots of espresso pulsing through my veins, and 4500 words left. I WILL WIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2611280960859399401?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2611280960859399401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-four-shots-of-espresso-pulsing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2611280960859399401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2611280960859399401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-four-shots-of-espresso-pulsing.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-8933212523372167930</id><published>2009-11-30T02:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:02:18.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to bed- word count of 41,181. That&amp;#39;s just under 9 thousand tomorrow- VERY do-able! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-8933212523372167930?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8933212523372167930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-to-bed-word-count-of-41181.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8933212523372167930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/8933212523372167930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-to-bed-word-count-of-41181.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786390975289168167.post-2359024802427135513</id><published>2009-11-29T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:42:34.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At 37k- at the rate I&amp;#39;m going, I will be well into the fourty thousands by tonight, with just enough time to finish up tomorrow. YEAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2786390975289168167-2359024802427135513?l=yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/feeds/2359024802427135513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-37k-at-rate-i-going-i-will-be-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2359024802427135513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2786390975289168167/posts/default/2359024802427135513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyespresso.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-37k-at-rate-i-going-i-will-be-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16353028032223240615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4MlHnIDbA/TchGgl2Z7SI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ztda3BZS0Eg/s220/Prof1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
