<?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-5243434642326077611</id><updated>2012-01-24T22:13:15.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Azpurua</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog for aspiring author Elizabeth Azpurua</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-3510941147466506799</id><published>2012-01-08T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:48:43.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you've arrived here....</title><content type='html'>Please click on the sites I have listed on the sidebar. I've not been using this blog lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-3510941147466506799?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/3510941147466506799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=3510941147466506799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/3510941147466506799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/3510941147466506799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-youve-arrived-here.html' title='If you&apos;ve arrived here....'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-1353145947764388518</id><published>2011-01-21T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:15:12.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Site</title><content type='html'>Go here: &lt;a href="http://lapisfey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lapisfey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for short stories!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-1353145947764388518?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/1353145947764388518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=1353145947764388518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1353145947764388518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1353145947764388518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-site.html' title='New Site'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-5151915329184395162</id><published>2011-01-14T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:46:13.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still....</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm still just posting poems in my other blog - happy 2011 though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-5151915329184395162?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/5151915329184395162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=5151915329184395162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/5151915329184395162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/5151915329184395162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2011/01/still.html' title='Still....'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-522296691661617636</id><published>2010-03-22T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:08:04.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poems!!</title><content type='html'>My poems are now on my newest blog: &lt;a href="http://poetry-lapisfey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poetry-lapisfey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Please feel free to read them there!! Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Azpurua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-522296691661617636?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/522296691661617636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=522296691661617636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/522296691661617636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/522296691661617636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-poems.html' title='My Poems!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-4645427009167450533</id><published>2009-10-01T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:41:42.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's October!</title><content type='html'>I love October! I'm happy it's finally here! I've been working on my new vampire novel lately, and I think it's the perfect month to get as many chapters done on that as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-4645427009167450533?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/4645427009167450533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=4645427009167450533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/4645427009167450533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/4645427009167450533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-october.html' title='It&apos;s October!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-5485041461852938032</id><published>2009-09-24T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:41:29.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Direction</title><content type='html'>I am currently working on another novel - nothing at all like the previous series I started and I'm hoping that perhaps the market is better for publishing this one. I'm not giving up on my other story though!! Wish me luck as I begin again this process I writing, finishing, and publishing a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elizabeth Azpurua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-5485041461852938032?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/5485041461852938032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=5485041461852938032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/5485041461852938032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/5485041461852938032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-direction.html' title='A New Direction'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-706454286211229446</id><published>2009-02-26T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:54:04.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, what a long time it's been...</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...where have I been? I've worked some on my book, but sadly I have come to the point where every time I sit down I feel that I'm editing "me" out of my writing. I will eventually get back into my work, but for now I'm waiting. I think my plot needs a little work and I'm not going to send something off to an agent if I do not feel it is the best that I'm capable of making it. Until then, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elizabeth Azpurua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-706454286211229446?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/706454286211229446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=706454286211229446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/706454286211229446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/706454286211229446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-what-long-time-its-been.html' title='Wow, what a long time it&apos;s been...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-6836568555287192991</id><published>2008-06-21T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:40:58.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No News is Bad News</title><content type='html'>I just want to give a quick update and say that I haven't had time since my last blog for any writing. I had an idea for the beginning of the second book, wrote it down, but it of course doesn't help me get the first published! So, all is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Elizabeth Azpurua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-6836568555287192991?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/6836568555287192991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=6836568555287192991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/6836568555287192991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/6836568555287192991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-news-is-bad-news.html' title='No News is Bad News'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-7286816501393566786</id><published>2008-04-25T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:42:32.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no time!</title><content type='html'>So sad, but I haven't been able to do anything with my book. It has been so busy, and I want to spend time on the synopsis, but I can hardly find time to breathe. My April so far has been spent planting and caring for baby chickens, and of course working and working. I've done spring cleaning, helped start a garden and plant many flowers. I hope to come back soon with news that I've completed the synopsis, but I don't believe I'm going to find the time for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-7286816501393566786?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/7286816501393566786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=7286816501393566786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/7286816501393566786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/7286816501393566786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-no-time.html' title='I have no time!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-5797036069559748215</id><published>2008-04-01T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:38:21.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The April Fool</title><content type='html'>It smells so wonderful outside! Spring is in the air and blossoms float downward in the breeze from the bradford pear trees. It's a lovely day out, bright and sunny, and here I am inside at work. Work has taken a lot of my time, but I must be honest and say a fair amount has gone to spring cleaning. Perhaps a bit early, but better now than farther into spring when the weddings will take every weekend up. I feel like writing about flowers and dancing children, a gentle breeze and the smell of rain; moist cool grass and colored blossoms and the sound of birds up in the trees. What a wonderful day, but I'm an April fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-5797036069559748215?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/5797036069559748215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=5797036069559748215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/5797036069559748215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/5797036069559748215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fool.html' title='The April Fool'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-1532256722129877375</id><published>2008-03-04T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:50:36.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>It is nice to be able to sit back and reflect on how far I've come with my book.  It's had so many ups and downs, and by far the biggest hurtle has been cutting it in half, but I have moved on and my now 460 double spaced courier 12 point manuscript is finished.  Am I anywhere near to the end of the publishing process? No.  I have a few people who will read it now that it's "chopped" so to speak, one of which has never read it before.   I had to edit so many things out and so much went into the second book, but I am pleased with what I have.  It has been such a challenge just getting it to this point.  From barely beginning, to a virus on my computer, from work and school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interuptions&lt;/span&gt;, to editing and word count issues, it has been a lot to do.  I'd have it no other way though.  I hope with a solid hook, a good query, intriguing synopsis, and engaging story I will be able to get this thing published!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-1532256722129877375?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/1532256722129877375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=1532256722129877375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1532256722129877375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1532256722129877375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-4377253942402332767</id><published>2008-02-27T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:02:32.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is a snowy day today, beautiful and cloudy with a blanket of about 8 inches of snow on the ground. I am enjoying the day off from work. Sadly, I have not touched my book since I chopped it in half, but I will return to it. I needed to take a step back after such a drastic thing. As I watch the gently falling snowflakes I recall why winter is such a beautiful season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Azpurua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-4377253942402332767?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/4377253942402332767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=4377253942402332767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/4377253942402332767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/4377253942402332767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/02/snowy-day.html' title='Snowy Day'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-3478395677468318254</id><published>2008-01-26T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:27:24.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>I've changed things a bit around here - new font colors and a banner at the top. I got a little bored and tried to get a layout - but alas, I couldn't figure out how to make it work even with the instructions. It takes me a bit. So, the same layout, new colors and banner. I'm a really creative person. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the blog for the company I work for: &lt;a href="http://smokymountainweddings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://smokymountainweddings.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I add posts on there as well as here - so, if you're interested in the ups and downs of the wedding business you can check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part I've been juggling work, but I will get around to my final (I hope) edit soon! I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-3478395677468318254?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/3478395677468318254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=3478395677468318254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/3478395677468318254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/3478395677468318254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-1544003900071784215</id><published>2008-01-24T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:12:32.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I made it happen</title><content type='html'>In the time from my last post I have triumphed. My book is half the size it was - now, whether I'm happy with it, well, I haven't decided. It's in need of one more edit to make sure everything flows after I chopped, and chopped, and chopped. Anyway, it's 115,000 words. I did it. Now why do I feel sick? Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-1544003900071784215?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/1544003900071784215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=1544003900071784215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1544003900071784215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1544003900071784215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-i-made-it-happen.html' title='Yes, I made it happen'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-1590454855716550091</id><published>2008-01-15T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:39:25.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Word Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I am, ready to send my story - or so I thought. Yes, you can call me naive, new, or nitwit, but I am 100,000 words over where I need to be for the market. I must condense a 210,000 word novel to about 115,000 or 125,000. So, I have begun the painful process of seeing what I can and can't get rid of. It's really like cutting off your fingers. Or an arm. Both legs. Painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know that sending it now will only send it straight to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rejection&lt;/span&gt; pile, so in order to give my writing a fighting chance I will edit. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You see, a double spaced manuscript in courier 12 point is around 250 words per paper. I had around 840 pages...I need 440-500... That's &lt;em&gt;half &lt;/em&gt;my book!!! Then you multiply the page number by 250 and get your word count - it's only an estimation really. Mine is the size of two books. And no, that doesn't mean I can cut it in half and be done with it. I just have to step back and really look at what I need in my first book. Some things could always wait for the second. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tell myself it will be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the book is my child and the pages are limbs and - you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I have the agents picked, the query letter ready....the word count will be fixed. Soon. That's all that's holding me back. Really. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-1590454855716550091?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/1590454855716550091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=1590454855716550091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1590454855716550091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1590454855716550091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreaded-word-count.html' title='The Dreaded Word Count'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-6466302128925637426</id><published>2008-01-11T23:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:43:17.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Check out the blogs I've added to the side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-6466302128925637426?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/6466302128925637426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=6466302128925637426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/6466302128925637426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/6466302128925637426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-1492213319285404368</id><published>2008-01-08T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:50:55.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year of Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A year of blogging and I'm a lot farther behind in my book's progress than I wanted to be. Well, on a positive note I found time during winter break for writing and I was able to edit a few more things on my first book. I enjoyed family time and relaxation and even snow! Although, right now you'd never know that a few days ago we had snow. It's sixty-four degrees, windy, with the promise of rain. Very odd January weather. I look forward to the slow time the rest of the month - it's been so nice for a change. I should have a lot of free time until March or April. As long as I stay motivated I should be able to accomplish a lot. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-1492213319285404368?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/1492213319285404368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=1492213319285404368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1492213319285404368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1492213319285404368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-of-blogging.html' title='A Year of Blogging'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-4686848908557653079</id><published>2007-12-12T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:04:56.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Transforming the yard to a winter delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I crept to the door just to see who was near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'What are you doing?' I asked without fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To the window that danced with a warm fire's light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then he sighed and he said 'Its really all right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That separates you from the darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;No one had to ask or beg or implore me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Then he sighed, 'That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And now it is my turn and so, here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've not seen my own son in more than a while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The red, white, and blue... An American flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'I can live through the cold and the being alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Away from my family, my house and my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can carry the weight of killing another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or lay down my life with my sister and brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Who stand at the front against any and all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'So go back inside,' he said, 'harbor no fright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your family is waiting and I'll be all right.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'But isn't there something I can do, at the least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Give you money,' I asked, 'or prepare you a feast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It seems all too little for all that you've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For being away from your wife and your son.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Just tell us you love us, and never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To stand your own watch, no matter how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For when we come home, either standing or dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To know you remember we fought and we bled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I didn't write this - I'm unsure who did, but it's very touching. Remember our soliders everyone in your prayers. God Bless them All!! Merry Christmas ~Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-4686848908557653079?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/4686848908557653079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=4686848908557653079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/4686848908557653079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/4686848908557653079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/12/remember.html' title='Remember...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-9075906832678040617</id><published>2007-12-09T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:53:04.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is Important</title><content type='html'>Yes, the lack of a post for November means that nothing has slowed down. In my defense I tried to find extra time, but, well, I didn't. I'm remodeling my house. It is a summer project that turned into a hurry-up-and-finish-before-Christmas project. We're almost done!! I need a few extra hours in the day. I'd take it out of my sleep, but I only get maybe six, sometimes less, so I'm already exausted. No, sleep is important. So is lunch and breakfast and dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that winter break will give me some quiet time. I hope. I really wanted more progress this autumn, and now it's winter and I'm still behind. I'll find the time somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-9075906832678040617?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/9075906832678040617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=9075906832678040617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/9075906832678040617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/9075906832678040617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleep-is-important.html' title='Sleep is Important'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-5586833726368321805</id><published>2007-10-25T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:59:42.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, yet again</title><content type='html'>So busy, so busy....argh! At least I have had time to update my website &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/elizabethazpurua"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/elizabethazpurua&lt;/a&gt; but not much else in the last few days. I can't believe it's almost Halloween - where did October go? After Halloween I always start thinking about Christmas, which will be here in no time. I want to try to accomplish a lot between now and then. Hopefully with the arrival of winter work will settle down long enough for me to focus. I've got agents to query and a synopsis in need of editing. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-5586833726368321805?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/5586833726368321805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=5586833726368321805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/5586833726368321805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/5586833726368321805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-busy-yet-again.html' title='Busy, busy, yet again'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-2759484693946710657</id><published>2007-10-18T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:41:37.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Style of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A friend got me thinking - what is my style as a self taught writer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I love to write sentences that ebb and flow and take the reader on a visual merry-go-round into worlds full of new wonders where the mind can take time to contemplate our existence and the existence of the imaginary. I love to be quick, to the point, in your face. Sometimes, well, not always, but on an occasion, yes, I will purposely slow you down, well, because I want you to pause for a moment to take in what is coming next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wasn't taught how to write. I wrote. I grew. My writing grew with me. I think you have to be honest with yourself and be able to throw whatever comes into your mind onto the paper. It takes guts. I think there is something called "over editing". Not all sentences should be perfect. Some aren't right. So there. Deal with it. If I wanted every little thing in my writing to be perfect I would lose what makes my writing a piece of my soul. A portion, if you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where do characters come from? How do they form? If you have an answer, I'd like it. Where do ideas come from? I say God, what say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Elizabeth sat down at her computer after a long morning of ringing phones and wedding pictures. Her desk still contains the remnants of post-it notes and telephone numbers. It's easy for her to talk to people on myspace. She can answer their messages in-between phone calls. Today felt more like a Monday to her, maybe it's just the weather, or her lack of sleep. Only a few rain showers, even though she wanted it to pour all day. Elizabeth dreaded the thought of having to waste water on washing her car. She keeps a thin coating of dust all over the exterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can tune everything out in order to write. It's a gift. I just ignore the world and keep going, word after word, page after page. As long as I'm inspired. Lately, I've had writer's block. It's a horrible disease. Good thing it's not contagious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-2759484693946710657?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/2759484693946710657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=2759484693946710657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/2759484693946710657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/2759484693946710657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/10/style-of-writing.html' title='Style of Writing'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-6119052947372311481</id><published>2007-09-17T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T13:56:30.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Soon there will be cooler mornings, crisper evenings, calmer days. Straw and pumpkins, scarecrows, witches, falling leaves. Soon there will be piles of leaves waiting to be jumped in, foggy mornings waiting to be jogged in and time waiting to be spent on stories in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-6119052947372311481?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/6119052947372311481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=6119052947372311481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/6119052947372311481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/6119052947372311481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn-comes.html' title='Autumn comes...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-353626126486231505</id><published>2007-08-21T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:54:45.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days of  Summer?</title><content type='html'>It has been such a busy summer! I've had very little time to write on my second book and even less to work on my first. This summer has been hot, dry and miserable. I'm looking forward to cool autumn mornings. I hope I'll be able to set aside more time for what I enjoy. It has been tricky. Notepads are lifesavers. Napkins at lunch time do not offer a sufficient amount of writing space. Crayons aren't suitable writing utensils either. And bosses don't like you sitting at your desk drawing maps for your book. Ah, summer...where have all the lazy days gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-353626126486231505?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/353626126486231505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=353626126486231505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/353626126486231505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/353626126486231505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='Lazy Days of  Summer?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-7176441150050567746</id><published>2007-06-21T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:47:04.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time...</title><content type='html'>It has been too long since I have had time to sit down and tell you what has been going on. I hope that I will soon have good news to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-7176441150050567746?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/7176441150050567746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=7176441150050567746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/7176441150050567746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/7176441150050567746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time.html' title='A long time...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-8814599930000596636</id><published>2007-04-20T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:33:28.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News for April</title><content type='html'>I have finally had time to sit down and work on my second book. I've mapped out the next five chapters and have a general idea of the character direction for the first half of the book. I got out twelve pages yesterday and I hope to get out a whole chapter today. Here's hoping I'll have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-8814599930000596636?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/8814599930000596636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=8814599930000596636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/8814599930000596636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/8814599930000596636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-news-for-april.html' title='Good News for April'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-1796327093920663630</id><published>2007-03-22T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:26:15.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring, Blessed Spring</title><content type='html'>Ah, the world is alive with the scent of flowers and the sound of bees. Spring has arrived. I find myself wondering what happened to winter. Perhaps in the midst of singing birds, humming bees, and blooming flowers I'll find new inspiration as I work on my second book. I'm not very far into the first draft, not as far as I had wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weddings will pick up soon and I know I'll have even less time for writing. Everyone likes getting married in the Spring. More photos to take, more cake to serve, more brides to calm. Ah, blessed Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-1796327093920663630?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/1796327093920663630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=1796327093920663630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1796327093920663630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/1796327093920663630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-blessed-spring.html' title='Spring, Blessed Spring'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-7582784875388515209</id><published>2007-02-15T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:41:37.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, cold, and something to smile over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It has been uneventful lately, but the last two days have been beautiful with a soft dusting of snow. It's been cold. I've been so busy with work and my real life day to day job that I've had little time for writing. I start to get antsy and irritable, but the chocolate isn't helping. I need to write or I need stronger chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something I came across on Miss Snark's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misssnark.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.misssnark.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Many Writers Does it Take to Screw in a Light Bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to devise a breakdown of the steps necessary to change the bulb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to stare at the bulb hoping it will change itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to explain why changing the bulb is futile, because the next one is just going to go bad too, and without co-op we're all doomed to darkness anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to call their agent and publicist to make sure changing the bulb won't harm their reputation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to hold out for a bigger, better replacement bulb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to post "What's the best way to change a bulb?" on Backspace and wait for 36 answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to extol the virtues of the old bulb, the golden glow of the light it gave, its soft, barely perceptible buzz when viable, the startling ping when it expired, the breadth of our loss, the depth of our grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to edit the previous writer's bit whilst quoting Elmore Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to bring the tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to bring the beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 to bring the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And 1 to look around, call it a conference, and make it a yearly event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that'd be 13? Yes, it takes 13 writers to change a bulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little writer's humor for you. Note to self: Never allow a writer to change a light bulb; a yearly event will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-7582784875388515209?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/7582784875388515209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=7582784875388515209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/7582784875388515209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/7582784875388515209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-cold-and-something-to-smile-over.html' title='Snow, cold, and something to smile over'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-714350614470257684</id><published>2007-01-30T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:18:49.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting News</title><content type='html'>Check out what was found two miles from Stonehenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/TECH/science/01/30/stonehenge.village.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2007/TECH/science/01/30/stonehenge.village.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very interesting article, and considering I was just there a couple of months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Azpurua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-714350614470257684?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/714350614470257684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=714350614470257684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/714350614470257684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/714350614470257684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/01/interesting-news.html' title='Interesting News'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-219468147924783887</id><published>2007-01-09T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:14:44.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only one little letter...</title><content type='html'>Writing a query letter sounds easy, right?  It's quite like all letters, really.  &lt;em&gt;Wrong.  &lt;/em&gt;It is one page that stands between you and an agent or editor.  I may rip my hair out before this is through.  The hardest part?  I don't know.  It's between the hook and the mini-synopsis.  How to summarize an entire book into one paragraph and make it interesting, that is the challenge.  I'll get it though.  It's just taking me some time with the editing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-219468147924783887?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/219468147924783887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=219468147924783887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/219468147924783887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/219468147924783887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-only-one-little-letter.html' title='It&apos;s only one little letter...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-7951960809484328619</id><published>2007-01-05T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:35:56.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Querying Agents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;ready to query several agents and hope that they like my manuscript. I'm ready to get published. It's my goal for this year and I'm going to make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited (and nervous). It's taken me five years to get to this point. Five &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked out several agents and I'm crossing my fingers as I send off my query letter that one of them will be &lt;em&gt;the one&lt;/em&gt;.                                                                                                                                                           I'll keep you posted on updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-7951960809484328619?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/7951960809484328619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=7951960809484328619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/7951960809484328619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/7951960809484328619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/01/querying-agents.html' title='Querying Agents'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243434642326077611.post-2070350173612738086</id><published>2007-01-05T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:30:24.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About My Book</title><content type='html'>I know I've been saying for years that I'm finishing up editing and am trying to get published, but that's really what I've been doing.  I'm a perfectionist and I want it to be the best it can without over-editing and losing the style and the voice of my writing.  It's a fine line.&lt;br /&gt;I like to call the way I write story weaving.  I have many threads I weave together and at the end I must make sure all loose ends are tied.&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know it's a Fantasy Novel, the first of a series chronicling the lives of several in a world I created.  It took time to create the geography, geology, history, and the ways people act, talk, eat, dress and relate to one another in the seven different countries I created, each varying, each similar.&lt;br /&gt;I studied many subjects for this book: silk worms, history of velvet and silk, flax, the effect mountain weather has on the valley below, the climate changes, languages, psychology, armor (swords, vambraces, cuirass, shields - you name it), windmills, alternative energy, architecture, stones and crystals, legends, wool and sheep, goat raising, the reason some doves come out white (due to the amount of melanin they receive in the egg), dove flight, saddles, how many miles per hour a carriage goes, clothing terms...the list goes on and on of strange things you never really think about.&lt;br /&gt;It's taken much of my social life, most of my time, and I'm grateful that I was homeschooled and had extra time after studying to actually write and research.  It's been my baby.  Hopefully all of the time and hard work will pay off and I'll be able to get an agent.  It's my goal for this year.  This is the year I've got to try and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243434642326077611-2070350173612738086?l=author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/feeds/2070350173612738086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5243434642326077611&amp;postID=2070350173612738086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/2070350173612738086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243434642326077611/posts/default/2070350173612738086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://author-elizabethazpurua.blogspot.com/2007/01/about-my-book.html' title='About My Book'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12190464754119528282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phSJzsrkDjk/Tx9zKNDghEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z7w44iFwhkQ/s220/downsized_0115121652-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
