<?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-10782155</id><updated>2012-01-26T12:59:14.796-08:00</updated><category term='Metamorpha'/><category term='Wo'/><title type='text'>A Little Creative License</title><subtitle type='html'>Books and the writing life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>364</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-797456040355189198</id><published>2010-01-16T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:32:50.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>In this month's newsletter I unveiled the new trailer for "The Weight of Shadows" AND unveiled my new website. If you subscribe but didn't read it yet, please dig it out of your inbox and check it out. If you don't subscribe yet--see what you're missing!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, the new website is also the home of my new blog. The archives of this blog are housed there as well, in case you're ever looking for something from the past. But anyway, point being, change your bookmarks and come join me at &lt;a href="http://www.alisonstrobel.com"&gt;the new site&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-797456040355189198?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/797456040355189198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=797456040355189198&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/797456040355189198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/797456040355189198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2691923172736162744</id><published>2010-01-05T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:51:30.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done! (I think.)</title><content type='html'>I turned in book 4 today. I think I'm done with it. I'm not 100% sure; it's been so long since I went through the publishing process I can't remember if there's another editing step after line edits or not. I really, really hope not. I really want to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my deadline. I didn't remember that until about 3 days ago. I thought it was the *end* of January. Thank heavens I checked! I turned it in at 5:40PM, which is 7:40PM in New York where my editor is, but hey, as long as it's before midnight I'm in the clear, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm freed up to work on other things--like the book that I'm supposed to be done writing by January 31. That's a self-imposed deadline, though, and I've already conceded it's not gonna happen, so I'm moving it to the end of the first week of February and just dealing with the fact that I won't have a whole month away from it before I start edits--which is a bummer, since I'm supposed to research and outline book 5 while also beginning a collaborative project with a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a new website in my "free time," and will be ready to launch it next week. To celebrate, I'll be holding a bonus contest in my January newsletter, so if you're not signed up to receive that, just enter your email addy in the sign up field. I'll also be premiering the trailer for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Weight of Shadows&lt;/span&gt; in that issue, and I can't wait for everyone to see it--I think it turned out *very* well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, PJ finally fell asleep on my lap (an hour past bedtime), so I think that's my cue to sign off. Happy 2010--looking forward to putting new books in your hands this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2691923172736162744?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2691923172736162744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2691923172736162744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2691923172736162744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2691923172736162744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2010/01/done-i-think.html' title='Done! (I think.)'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7702867202034847236</id><published>2009-12-15T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:47:17.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen those prize bundles?!</title><content type='html'>I was just over at &lt;a href="http://project320.blogspot.com"&gt;Project 320&lt;/a&gt;. I've already used up all my raffle tickets, so I can't try for any more of the bundles--and man, am I missing out! Have you gone over there since they started posting them?! There is some really beautiful stuff! Seriously, check it out. If nothing else, donate just $10 (they have a little thing you can print up now to give to someone if you're donating as a gift in someone else's name--a great way to finish up your Christmas shopping!) and help them get the last $600 they need to build the well. Yes, that's right, they've already raised $4,400--actually, more than that, but it was some un-round number I don't remember. :D Anyway, believe me, these gift baskets are incredible, and they're posting 3 new ones all week. (But then they're drawing winners each day, too, so if you see something you really like, best to jump on it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome opportunity, and what a wonderful project. I'm so glad I got to be a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7702867202034847236?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7702867202034847236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7702867202034847236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7702867202034847236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7702867202034847236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-you-seen-those-prize-bundles.html' title='Have you seen those prize bundles?!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1862925387217763668</id><published>2009-12-06T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:04:22.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 320</title><content type='html'>Want to build a well for water in Africa--for just $10? Head over to &lt;a href="http://project320.blogspot.com/"&gt;Project 320 &lt;/a&gt;and you can do just that by entering the raffle they're holding. &lt;a href="http://project320.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-december-14th.html"&gt;The story of this&lt;/a&gt; is just incredible, and what better time than now in the Christmas season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, here's an idea--you know how you're always wracking your brain to figure out gifts for those hard-to-shop-for-people? Well, half the time they're hard to shop for because they already have everything they want. So why not make a donation in their name and make a nice little card that tells them they helped make the lives of a few hundred people better? They'll probably be thrilled to not have another sweater or tie or scarf or knick-knack that they don't really need--and they'll *really* thank you if they win one of the gift baskets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1862925387217763668?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1862925387217763668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1862925387217763668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1862925387217763668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1862925387217763668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/12/project-320.html' title='Project 320'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2188418971867792005</id><published>2009-12-03T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:52:06.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come see me! Buy my books!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow (Friday) from 9a-11a I'm selling and signing my books at the Northglenn Dazbog (1050 W. 104th Ave). If you're in the area, come grab one of the best mochas in the world and do a little shopping--personalized and autographed books make a great Christmas gift for hard to shop for people! This event is hosted by the local Denver ACFW chapter, and we're also having a used book sale. Coffee and books--seriously, what better way to start your Friday?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2188418971867792005?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2188418971867792005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2188418971867792005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2188418971867792005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2188418971867792005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-see-me-buy-my-books.html' title='Come see me! Buy my books!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2678704715527288808</id><published>2009-12-01T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:09:27.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST: My November</title><content type='html'>I could have sworn I had it right here. I was looking at it when I wrote my last blog post FIVE WEEKS AGO. It had some nice goals on it, some appointments, and a holiday. But I woke up this morning and realized I think I've lost it. It's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am on December first--STILL NOT WRITING MY NEXT BOOK. But, disappointed as I am, I have to once again give mad props to Scrivener for being such a freaking awesome program. I'm nearly done with the snowflake for MM--like, 18 scenes left to flesh out--and this is the longest this last step has taken me before. I was trying to figure out why, and I realized it's because the space where I'm writing all the scene details is so BIG. In the past I'd done this step in a spreadsheet, and even though I set the preferences so that the boxes would expand to fit whatever I typed, I still only had this teensy little box to look at while I wrote. And the small visual ended up limiting me. I wouldn't flesh things out as much as I could have, and I'd write in weird shorthand that would have me scratching my head later when it came time to actually write the scene. But this time around, I've got this nice wide column that just goes on forever, and I can type, type, type to my little heart's content and not worry about how small the space is I'm trying to squeeze everything into. And so, I *am* typing and typing and typing--including bits of dialogue that come to me, making notes to myself of things I want to make sure get mentioned in passing, even adding details like what someone is wearing if I think I might not remember when the time comes to actually write the scene. (And let's face it: I won't remember.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THAT'S why it's December 1 and I'm still not writing this book: because Scrivener is giving me the space I need to be as creative as I can be in this last snowflake step, which means once I do finally start writing it's going to go much, much faster. So it's all good, even if I am a whole month behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of being behind, I'm yet again doing major edits on Reinventing Rachel, which releases with Cook in September. It was supposed to release this past September, so you can't get much more behind than that. But wow y'all, this book is SO MUCH BETTER than I ever thought it would be. I'm really excited for you to read it. And for those of you out there who are slaving away on your manuscript, let me just say that Nicci Hubert is the absolutely best editor I've ever worked with. Which I'll admit isn't saying all that much since I've only worked with a few. And I've been blessed in that all the editors I've worked with have definitely be above par. But ho.lee.cow. If you *ever* have the chance to work with her, you must. MUST. If you could see the HUGE changes made from the first draft I submitted to her, to what we're working on now, you'd realize that the woman is some kind of editing superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty--lunch is just about eaten, then I have phone calls galore to make (most definitely the worst part of my day--I HATE USING THE PHONE), then a small tome's worth of paperwork to fill out for yet another evaluation for PJ that is set for tomorrow, and then! Then! THEN I get to work on scenes and edits. Hope you're all having a lovely Tuesday. I promise not to let five weeks pass before writing again. I'll keep much closer tabs on my months from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2678704715527288808?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2678704715527288808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2678704715527288808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2678704715527288808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2678704715527288808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-my-november.html' title='LOST: My November'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-9024216796778947942</id><published>2009-10-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:23:35.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrivenings about Scrivener</title><content type='html'>Can't remember if I've blogged about &lt;a href="http://www.literatureandlatte.com/"&gt;The Best Writer's Software Ever&lt;/a&gt; here before, but I know I mentioned it on my newsletter. For those who read the blog and not the newsletter (silly people!) &lt;a href="http://www.literatureandlatte.com/"&gt;Scrivener&lt;/a&gt; is a unique writer's software that lets you do all sorts of amazing stuff. If I had more time I'd wax lyrical about all its amazing features, but since I'm itching to get back to character-building I'll just recommend you check out their website and &lt;a href="http://www.literatureandlatte.com/videos/index.html"&gt;watch the tutorial videos&lt;/a&gt;--or you can &lt;a href="http://community.icontact.com/p/alisonstrobel/newsletters/alisonstrobel/posts/sweet-software-a-stellar-new-book-and-who-gets-to-name-the-characters"&gt;read the newsletter where I wrote about it&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, if you're a writer, you need this software. Not just fiction writers, either--anyone would benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing some people see as a drawback of the program (not me, of course!) is that it is only written for Macs. The guy who developed it is a Mac guy, and actually learned how to code for Macs just so he could develop the software for the OS X platform. However, he gets asked *constantly* whether or not he'll make a PC version, and now he's taking a poll to see what the real interest for that version would be. If you like what you see but want it for Windows, &lt;a href="http://www.literatureandlatte.com/about.html"&gt;click here and scroll to the bottom &lt;/a&gt;to go to their poll and give him a thumbs up for PC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-9024216796778947942?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/9024216796778947942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=9024216796778947942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/9024216796778947942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/9024216796778947942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/10/scrivenings-about-scrivener.html' title='Scrivenings about Scrivener'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2987677095741856679</id><published>2009-10-25T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:48:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me research!</title><content type='html'>I've started the research for the next book and wow, this one's gonna be a research doozy! I'm looking at some books I may get for some of it, but it's always so much more helpful for me to be able to dialogue with people who are experienced in the area I'm researching, so I can ask the weird little questions that books don't typically address. So, to that end, I'm putting out a call!  If you or someone you know has either had a heart transplant, knows someone who has, or has served on a medical team that performs heart transplants, and you/they would be interested in answering some questions for me, please send me a note. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2987677095741856679?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2987677095741856679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2987677095741856679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2987677095741856679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2987677095741856679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/10/help-me-research.html' title='Help me research!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-4332969273368255253</id><published>2009-10-23T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:36:55.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done. Really.</title><content type='html'>When I got back from the ACFW conference, I "took back" my manuscript from Nicci the Wonder Editor because I had come up with so many changes I wanted to make. Well, when I started making those changes, I found other things to change, and then some more, and, well, I FINALLY finished last night, a month after starting "just a few quick changes." I just don't know how to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is that two of the scenes I was going to change ended up not getting touched, at least not as extensively as I'd originally intended. But once I started reading through the book--for the first time since finishing it--SO MANY THINGS jumped out at me. But it was nearly all craft stuff. Wording--making it better. Description--cutting it or making it more compelling, since description ends up getting skimmed by the reader 90% of the time anyway. Explaining--Oh.My.Gosh. I spend WAY too much time hitting you, my poor readers, over the head with things! Can you say "control freak"? I'm working really, really hard on subtlty, and on trusting you to be smart enough to figure things out without me pointing them out and clarifying and explaining all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I think the book is way better now.I'll have to compare versions to see how many words I ended up cutting--I slashed entire paragraphs, entire &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pages &lt;/span&gt;in more than once place. Granted in some places I replaced those paragraphs with new ones, though none of the pages got replaced with entire pages, that's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say, this book turned out SO much better than I expected. Struggling with it for so long, rewriting it twice (or was it three times? It's been so long--I started it back before Abby was born!--I forget now how many incarnations it's had!), I just couldn't see it objectively anymore. I always get to that point with my books, but with this one I just couldn't bear to think about it anymore. But taking that month away and then coming back to make those "few changes" gave me the perspective I needed, and now I'm feeling a lot better about it. If I had more time, there are some changes I'd make, but it's time to let it go. There are *always* more changes that can be made; eventually you just have to shut the laptop and say, "No more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I am officially done with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reinventing Rachel&lt;/span&gt;. Until Nicci the Wonder Editor sends me her comments, anyway. Until then--I have a week to get the snowflake done for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Muscle Memories&lt;/span&gt;, the book I'm NaNoWriMo'ing starting (hopefully) November 1. I worked some more on it yesterday while sitting in the car with two sleeping girls at REI in Denver. I'm almost done with the third step, and I figured out one of the parts I was stuck on, so that's good. Still looking for more layers, trying to build in more complexity and twists. I think those came more easily with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Weight of Shadows&lt;/span&gt;. I'm hoping, though, that as I continue to snowflake more of those will pop up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-4332969273368255253?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4332969273368255253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=4332969273368255253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4332969273368255253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4332969273368255253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/10/done-really.html' title='Done. Really.'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-4170528181629693973</id><published>2009-10-10T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:53:22.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>Before braving snow and ice and a 45 minute drive in sub-freezing temperatures to go to an event, double check that you've got the right date. Because you're going to feel like a serious idiot if you get all the way down there only to discover that no one knows what you're talking about because the freaking book signing isn't until NEXT WEEK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-4170528181629693973?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4170528181629693973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=4170528181629693973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4170528181629693973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4170528181629693973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/10/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6557148009698319717</id><published>2009-10-03T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:25:52.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first weekend</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I let my weekend be a true weekend. Tpyically when I'm working on a book, I see every day as a work day. It's one of the difficulties of working at home--it's very easy to slip upstairs and do a little work, even when you're supposed to be taking a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really burned out after working through the summer to get my rewrite finished. I was frustrated because I felt like I had no time to recharge, to do things that help me relax, like scrapbooking and reading and working on my fledgling crochet skills. Every spare minute was going towards getting the book done, and by the time it was done, so was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Dan I was going to start forcing myself to take a weekend. It doesn't have to be Saturday and Sunday, and it doesn't even have to be two consecutive days. Just two days during the week when I can hide myself away and do things that fill me back up. Creativity doesn't exist in a vacuum, and my writing creativity is fueled when my craft-y creativity is exercised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have some new yarn and am going to start a hat for Dan on my cheater loom. I'm going to finish my 2007 Heritage Makers scrapbook and get it printed. I'm going to start my 2008, 2009, and California-to-Colorado move scrapbooks. I'm going to start PJ's first year baby book. I'm going to pull out the crocheting my mother-in-law started me on and try to pick that back up. And I'm going to READ. I'm in the middle of Christa Parrish's "Watch Over Me"--she's a fabulous new voice in Christian fiction, and I highly recommend her--and just started Diana Gabaldon's newest installment in the Outlander series, which is not as engaging as her other books were, though that might just be becuase it's been over two years since I read the last book and have forgotten the majority of the subplots and minor characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm pinned beneath a sleeping PJ on the couch and watching hockey (Go Avalanche!) and football (Go Irish! Go Illinois!). Once Abby is up from her nap we're all going downtown for Oktoberfest. I'm really having to fight the impulse to do some research or something, but I don't want to start giving myself excuses. The desire to be productive is going to have to be satisfied by the 4 loads of laundry I've done today. I have a hard time letting myself "not to anything," but I need to remember that margin and recreation DOES do something--it refreshes and reorients and re-energizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ is awake; Abby is going on 3 hours of nap and should probably be dragged out of bed soon so she's not awake until 11PM. The last load of laundry is spinning in the washing machine and it's sunny out for Oktoberfest. My first weekend in a long time. I think I could get used to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6557148009698319717?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6557148009698319717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6557148009698319717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6557148009698319717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6557148009698319717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-weekend.html' title='My first weekend'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5909808545740823713</id><published>2009-10-01T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:24:06.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>Today marks the beginning of a new book project for me. This book is the second for my Zondervan contract and will release April 2011. So weird to think how long it takes for the whole process, eh? And what's really nuts is that starting this book will mean I have three books in process at one time. Oi! How my brain keeps them all straight, I don't know, especially considering how few other things I can keep track of in life. I guess my plots and characters are taking up all the space and crowding out all the day-to-day stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month I'll be working on the research and snowflake for the book. If you've been reading my blog for the last few years, then you know how much I loathe research. I used to love it in college. Now, not so much. I just want to get to the story! But this one is going to take some serious work to get certain parts of it right, and the only thing I hate more than research is having someone read my book and point out all the mistakes I made. I'll do the research after I've done the snowflake, since I'd rather get all the research done at once, and once the snowflake is done I should have figured out all the things I need to learn and verify. I actually started working on the snowflake last month--Dan bought me a Treo (my first ever cool phone--usually I get the "free with a two year contract" piece of junk) and I've been writing the first three steps in the memo program. And this time I'm going to augment the character-building steps with some of the character-building questions I learned in the "My Book Therapy" session at the ACFW conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I did last year with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Weight of Shadows&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be using National Novel Writing Month (aka NaNoWriMo) in November to start the actual draft. I'm already registered, already changed my home region to Denver, and am hopeful that I might get to actually join some fellow NaNoWriMoers at a local writing meetup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo should get me at least 50,000 words into the draft if I stay disciplined, which means I'll have December to finish it up. Last year I stuck with my 1667 words a day (that's what you write every day during NaNoWriMo) and finished it in plenty of time; this year I'm hoping for the same, although my brother and his awesome wife Kelli will be here for a few days at Christmas, so I may find myself playing catch-up that last week of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January I'll put the thing away, cleanse my head of the story, and dive into the snowflake for book number two of my David C. Cook contract. I actually started the snowflake for that one already, too, back when that was going to be the book I worked on this month. Then in February I'll print out this book, do my own editing, and then send it in March 1 to editor extraordinaire, Sue Brower. Five months and voila! A book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a subscriber to my newsletter, then you might not know that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Weight of Shadows&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Weight-Shadows-Novel-Alison-Strobel/dp/0310289459/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1254425009&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;available on Amazon for pre-order&lt;/a&gt;. I hope you'll consider placing an order--I would really love to see the thing hit their best-seller chart the day it releases, a totally doable goal if folks take advantage of the pre-order feature. If you're willing to do that, may I suggest signing up for my newsletter first, so you can enter the contest I'm running when you place your order? Just sign up in the field to the right, and you'll get an email with a link to the current newsletter that describes the contest. It's a multi-layered contest, with the first ten pre-orderers getting a free book and all the orderers between now and April 1 getting a chance to win a $50 gift certificate to your favorite book store. After the book is released, another contest will start...but again, only newsletter subscribers are eligible! (The letter is bi-monthly, and not that long; you're not going to get inundated with mail, I promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at this rate, today is going to be a day of talking about research and plotting, and not actually doing any of it. Not good. Time to get to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5909808545740823713?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5909808545740823713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5909808545740823713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5909808545740823713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5909808545740823713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8803967152443852167</id><published>2009-09-27T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:29:08.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, questions...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be making soem changes to my website, including adding a page especially for book clubs. I'd love to put some downloadable discussion questions for each book on that page--but to do that I need some questions! If you've read &lt;i&gt;Worlds Collide&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Violette Between&lt;/i&gt; and would like to submit a question, please email itto me at alison @ alison dot com and I'll list you as a contributor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8803967152443852167?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8803967152443852167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8803967152443852167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8803967152443852167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8803967152443852167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/09/questions-questions.html' title='Questions, questions...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-4979302574672773344</id><published>2009-09-25T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:22:43.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come see me at The Journey Event!</title><content type='html'>On Oct. 10 I'll be at &lt;a href="http://www.gleneyrie.org/us/ministries/gleneyrie/contactus"&gt;Glen Eyrie Castle Bookstore&lt;/a&gt; in Colorado Springs from 1-3, along with &lt;a href="http://beckyharling.com/"&gt;Becky Harling&lt;/a&gt; and Larry Killam, as part of &lt;a href="http://www.thejourneyevent.com/Home/tabid/864/language/en-US/Default.aspx"&gt;The Journey Event 2009&lt;/a&gt;. This is a massive book signing event spread out over two days and four bookstores, with over twenty Christian authors participating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you own a business or live anywhere near Colorado Springs, and would be willing to post or distribute fliers for this event, please let me know and I'll get you some. Please be sure to let your church know to put it in the bulletin next weekend, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-4979302574672773344?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4979302574672773344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=4979302574672773344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4979302574672773344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4979302574672773344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-see-me-at-journey-event.html' title='Come see me at The Journey Event!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-4494337192635738926</id><published>2009-09-19T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:46:31.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference thoughts and one last chance....</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the ACFW Conference--my first writer's conference as an attendee. (How weird that I've taught at one, but never attended one.) Due to circumstances beyond my control, I was only able to attend Thursday and Friday, and only for the workshops. But it was SO worth it. Thursday's session with Donald Maass of Writing the Breakout Novel fame was TREMENDOUS. If you are serious about your writing and ever have the opportunity to attend one of his sessions, DO IT. If that had been the only day I could attend, it would have been worth it. The other sessions I attended Friday were great, too, although in hindsight I should have signed up for the next track up on the ladder. I am really focused on improving my writing at a foundational level right now, but I underestimated how much I already know and found myself in a track that was a little too elementary for me. But I still learned some things, and now I know for sure next time what track to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most important thing I learned is that I need to swallow my pride, get over myself, and start seriously searching for a mentor. No more excuses. I can't expect to get any better just by reading books and attending one conference a decade. I need to be working one-on-one with someone who is a few steps ahead of me on the writing journey who can sharpen and challenge me. Seriously though? It SO scares me. I'm not good at taking criticism. I'm getting a lot better, but I really fear having someone tell me what I've written is crap. But if no one is speaking truth to you, how can you grow, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be sending out my next newsletter this week. If you're not yet a subscriber, please take a second to become one by filling out the email field in the little box up there on the right. The next newsletter will highlight an exciting opportunity open only to newsletter subscribers, and you're not going to want to miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-4494337192635738926?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4494337192635738926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=4494337192635738926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4494337192635738926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4494337192635738926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/09/conference-thoughts-and-one-last-chance.html' title='Conference thoughts and one last chance....'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-650910895647470300</id><published>2009-09-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:35:12.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Insightful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SrD3H-nM2sI/AAAAAAAAATE/BBHsUvo3Z9M/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SrD3H-nM2sI/AAAAAAAAATE/BBHsUvo3Z9M/s320/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382073271146306242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met a Christian who seems way too happy? They're always in a good mood, nothing ever seems to get them down, they're always talking about how the Lord is blessing them and seem to think every adversity is a chance for God to show how he provides for his children? And you think to yourself, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If this person ever faces any REAL trouble in life, that perma-smile and perky outlook are gonna go right out the window. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I read Kimberley Woodhouse's book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Welcome-Home-Familys-Journey-Extreme/dp/1589975731/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1253111453&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Welcome Home! My Journey to Extreme Joy&lt;/a&gt; and I can tell you I will never think that way again. Turns out joy can indeed persevere, flourish, and even thrive through adversity--and I'm talking some serious adversity here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SrD3IEnrMXI/AAAAAAAAATM/wMOQuP77rZ8/s1600-h/small+headshot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SrD3IEnrMXI/AAAAAAAAATM/wMOQuP77rZ8/s320/small+headshot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382073272758907250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first started reading Welcome Home! I was a little...well...put off, honestly, by how Kim always seemed to see the bright side and stay so positive. I mean, no one would fault her for being a little cynical, a little jaded, after everything she and her family have been through. I thought maybe she was one of those Christians who is afraid to admit she's scared, or angry at God, or worried that maybe things aren't going to turn out okay in the end, lest a negative experience be all that it takes to sweep away her faith. I wanted her to admit, just once, that she doubted God's goodness, that at least once she decided to chuck Christianity altogether. I mean, that's how people are "supposed" to react when they're hit in the face with tragedy and strife. Sure, eventually they may come back to the faith, with a few dings in their shield of faith, but still wielding it nonetheless. But how can you face up in an honest way to those kinds of experiences and NOT be a little worse for the wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me of little faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim reminded me--often--of James' words to "consider it pure joy...when faced with trials of many kinds." Oh yeah. Not that I forget about that verse--it's just that I tend to quote it while gritting my teeth and rolling my eyes. Not Kim, though. She has the audacity to take God at his word and believe that we actually CAN have joy--true, authentic joy, not a mask with a smile that hides our true feelings--in the midst of trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Home! was not only an inspiring story, but a mirror that showed me the inadequacy of my own faith. That might sound depressing--who wants to read a book that reminds them at every turn that they suck?--but it was actually incredibly uplifting. To see someone living out their faith the way the Bible encourages us to helped me to see the ways in which I need to deepen my own relationship with Christ. And since I'm the kind of person who needs "action points" to focus on, I was glad to have the pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...in a nutshell, the book was great and I highly recommend it. And you might have noticed Kim's name on the list of authors I posted last night who will be at the Denver book signing on Saturday. So after you've stopped by my table (nudge nudge) be sure to head over to Kim's and grab a copy of Welcome Home! I'm confident you'll find it as extremely insightful as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-650910895647470300?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/650910895647470300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=650910895647470300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/650910895647470300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/650910895647470300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/09/extremely-insightful.html' title='Extremely Insightful'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SrD3H-nM2sI/AAAAAAAAATE/BBHsUvo3Z9M/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2563344360333375553</id><published>2009-09-14T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:44:56.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive book signing even this Saturday!</title><content type='html'>So I'm gearing up for the long-awaited ACFW Annual Conference--woot!--and in my excitement nearly forgot to post about the huuuuuuge book signing event they're doing this Saturday. Nearly 100 authors (including me) will be signing their books at the conference bookstore. Bring your own copies, buy books at your favorite local bookstore, or get them at the signing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 19th, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;4:00-5:30 pm &lt;br /&gt;Denver Marriott Tech Center&lt;br /&gt;4900 S. Syracuse Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors who will be participating:&lt;br /&gt;Carolyne Aarsen&lt;br /&gt;Diane Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Axtell Morren&lt;br /&gt;Karen Ball&lt;br /&gt;Rick Barry&lt;br /&gt;Christina Berry&lt;br /&gt;Lauralee Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Diana Brandmeyer&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bricker&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Brownley&lt;br /&gt;Candace Calvert&lt;br /&gt;Robin Caroll&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie Smith Cash&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Coble&lt;br /&gt;Brandilyn Collins&lt;br /&gt;Mary Connealy&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Connolly&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Daley&lt;br /&gt;Susan Page Davis&lt;br /&gt;Mary Davis&lt;br /&gt;Janet Dean&lt;br /&gt;Megan DiMaria&lt;br /&gt;Lena Nelson Dooley&lt;br /&gt;Wanda Dyson&lt;br /&gt;Leanna Ellis&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Ewen&lt;br /&gt;Miralee Ferrell&lt;br /&gt;Linda Ford&lt;br /&gt;Tina Ann Forkner&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Franklin&lt;br /&gt;Judy Gann&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Gerke&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda Gibson&lt;br /&gt;Debby Giusti&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Glahn&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Goddard&lt;br /&gt;Winnie Griggs&lt;br /&gt;Rene Gutteridge&lt;br /&gt;Cathy Marie Hake&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Harris&lt;br /&gt;Mary Hawkins&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne Henke&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia Hickey&lt;br /&gt;Patti Hill&lt;br /&gt;Denise Hunter&lt;br /&gt;Annette Irby&lt;br /&gt;Myra Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Liz Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Jones&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Key&lt;br /&gt;LAURIE Kingery&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Kovach&lt;br /&gt;Harry Kraus&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne Marie Leach&lt;br /&gt;Tosca Lee&lt;br /&gt;Julie Lessman&lt;br /&gt;Loree Lough&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Ludwig&lt;br /&gt;Richard Mabry&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Macomber&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Magnin&lt;br /&gt;Gail Gaymer Martin&lt;br /&gt;Judy/Jude Martin-Urban/Urbanski&lt;br /&gt;Debby Mayne&lt;br /&gt;Aaron McCarver&lt;br /&gt;Vickie McDonough&lt;br /&gt;Dana Mentink&lt;br /&gt;Robin Miller writing as Robin Caroll&lt;br /&gt;DiAnn Mills&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Morrill&lt;br /&gt;Janelle Mowery&lt;br /&gt;Jill Elizabeth Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Parsons&lt;br /&gt;Golden Keyes Parsons&lt;br /&gt;Donita K. Paul&lt;br /&gt;Tracie Peterson&lt;br /&gt;Allie Pleiter&lt;br /&gt;Cara Putman&lt;br /&gt;Tara Randel&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Raney&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Robbins&lt;br /&gt;Kim Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;Marc Schooley&lt;br /&gt;Michael Sheehan&lt;br /&gt;Shelley Shepard Gray&lt;br /&gt;Ann Shorey&lt;br /&gt;Beth Shriver&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Lee Smith&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Smith&lt;br /&gt;Betsy St. Amant&lt;br /&gt;Therese Stenzel&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Stockton&lt;br /&gt;Alison Strobel&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Sutton&lt;br /&gt;Camy Tang&lt;br /&gt;Donn Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Janice (Hanna) Thompson&lt;br /&gt;Missy Tippens&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Tracy&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Turansky&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Vogts&lt;br /&gt;Jenness Walker&lt;br /&gt;Dan Walsh&lt;br /&gt;Susan May Warren&lt;br /&gt;Michael Webb&lt;br /&gt;Kit Wilkinson&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Wingate&lt;br /&gt;Beth Wiseman&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley Woodhouse&lt;br /&gt;Lenora Worth&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Y'Barbo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2563344360333375553?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2563344360333375553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2563344360333375553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2563344360333375553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2563344360333375553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/09/massive-book-signing-even-this-saturday.html' title='Massive book signing even this Saturday!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1800442352968652742</id><published>2009-09-05T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:15:55.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Style</title><content type='html'>I've been pondering lately what writing style I want to settle on and cultivate as my own. The style and tone of my books seems to change every time, and I know part of that is just maturing and growing as a writer, but I think it's time to aim for consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about the authors I read that have multiple stand-alone books, I notice that, because their style is consistent, their books all "read" the same. In a series this would make sense--the same characters, the same voices, etc. But when the characters change, shouldn't the tone of the book as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example is Jodi Picoult. I love her books. I aspire to her level of plot and character development and use of figurative language. But it dawned on me after reading her most recent book that every character is eloquent, both in spoken word and thought, and that every book is written in the same style. There's almost always a major twist at the very end, when there's just a page or two left and you don't think she can possibly cram any more plot in there. There's almost always a marriage on the rocks in one way or another. There's almost always courtroom drama. There's always a plethora of well-crafted metaphors and similes sprinkled throughout the tight, crafted-within-an-inch-of-its-life-but-it-doesn't-read-that-way narrative. And, as I read this last book of hers, I found myself getting bored with it. I'm sorry, but 13-year-olds aren't that insightful or articulate. Mothers who are short on sleep and stressed to the nth degree aren't that coherent. And the ending? It didn't surprise me one iota, because I knew before I even loaded the book onto my Sony eReader that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; tragic was going to happen at the very last second. No tears from me this time. In fact, I felt a little irritated, because I felt like she was trying to manipulate my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in light of that, I wonder if I ought to try to settle on one style or not. Maybe my "style" is that every book feels different, sounds different. My question to those of you who read authors who write stand-alones: do you notice a similarity between them? Does it make the books feel the same to you, or am I particularly sensitive (or is it picky?)? If an author's books &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; exhibit a consistent style, would you notice? Would you care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1800442352968652742?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1800442352968652742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1800442352968652742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1800442352968652742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1800442352968652742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/09/searching-for-style.html' title='Searching for Style'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-4082259970721265669</id><published>2009-08-18T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:48:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel Math</title><content type='html'>39 scenes / 13 days = 3 scenes per day to meet my September 1 deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-4082259970721265669?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4082259970721265669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=4082259970721265669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4082259970721265669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4082259970721265669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/08/novel-math.html' title='Novel Math'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-556512703002887690</id><published>2009-08-12T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T05:16:04.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer the call</title><content type='html'>The internet is a funny thing. You stumble upon someone's blog--some random person you don't know from Adam, who could be who they say they are and could also just be playing you--and something they say resonates with you, so you keep coming back. After a while you realize you know the names of their kids, the name of the guy who broke their heart, what they did last weekend and what they want to do with the rest of their life. You leave a comment now and then, and then they start to comment on &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; blog, and before long you're chatting over Gmail. The next thing you know, you refer to the person as "my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to meet "my friend" a few weeks ago when she was at ICRS here in Denver. &lt;a href="http://ragamuffindiva.blogspot.com"&gt;Claudia, aka the Ragamuffin Diva&lt;/a&gt;, whose life is so different from mine it's hard to imagine we live on the same planet, much less in the same country, was just as fabulous and funny and sweet in person as she is on her blog. I honestly don't know how we got to the point where we truly were friends--friends who email, who talk on the phone, who lift each other up when we're beaten down and talk each other down when we're peering over the edge of the cliff of writing-induced insanity. But it happened, and my life is blessed and richer for having Claudia in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got an email from Claudia. Here's what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community.” – Dorothy Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of Dorothy Day’s autobiography, The Long Loneliness is the postscript at the end. She writes, “We were just sitting there talking when…” She goes on say that Peter Maurin came, and lines of people needing bread—and she couldn’t tell them, “Go, be thou filled!” Folks moved in and the walls expanded. “It was as casual as that,” Dorothy writes, “It just came about. It just happened.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lisa Samson and I were just sitting there talking when someone brought up human trafficking. I’ve always wanted to do something to relieve this brand of suffering. The needs are astounding, but these victims are so easily forgotten, truly the least of the least of these Jesus talked about. Turns out Lisa always wanted to do something for this needy group of people God loves so much, too. In the wee hours of the morning, a work of mercy and hospitality, The Living Room, was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to get a building in downtown Lexington. People have already offered their expertise to help us get started. In a safe, cozy respite, we’ll quietly offer compassion, coffee, and a comfortable seat to women who come off the street, or find their way to us by other means. We’re going to preach the gospel, but only use words when we absolutely must. If the ladies need more we’ll give them that, too. We’ll make wrap-around services available. God sent me to school, inexplicably, to be a social worker fifteen years ago. Now I know why.  Ken and I, and the whole Burney brood were on our way to Lexington on August 3 for our first vision trip. We were so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 28th, our car was stolen. Two days later, we got an eviction notice. Most of the time I’m given room to get our rent payments in. Our apartment managers know I’m a writer. My income comes in slowly, but I wasn’t given that wide and generous berth this time. We have ten days to leave. I don’t have the means to fix this. I’ve tried, in the most humbling, pride crushing ways, but I gots nuthin’. I have felt every terror and loneliness a mother with four children and a disabled husband would feel in this awful predicament. But I keep hearing voices—no, not that kind!—but friends urging me to ask my readers and cyber-friends for help. Among those voices is my soul-mother Dorothy Day who said, “the only solution is love, and that love comes with community.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’ve had an intentional community, it’s been here in cyber-space. We have laughed, cried, prayed, and stumbled along on the journey together. Now, I need your help, as I never have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you join me in love? Could you find it in your heart to be a part of the solution to this difficult set of circumstances? I want you to be part of our mission to love people for Jesus. Will you help my family get to Lexington where opportunity awaits us? We would be so grateful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a humbling thing to write a letter like that. But it's the right thing to do, to ask your community for help. I may be a couple thousand miles away from Inkster, Michigan where the Burney family lives, but I'm still a part of her community, because the body of Christ is not contained by state borders or divided by interstate highways. And so, because I am a part of her community, I'm going to help her in whatever ways I can--like by posting the ChipIn widget in the sidebar, and donating to her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need a car. And a U-Haul. And gas to drive to Kentucky. And insurance for the car. And hotel rooms to stay in on the way down there. And food to eat. And cell phones. And rent once they're in Lexington. And while some book contracts and bestsellers for Claudia and some tattoo customers for Ken would be great, those aren't the kinds of things we can whip out of our pockets. All that other stuff, though--the car, the gas, the hotel rooms, the food--we &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing. I know there are a lot of you out there. Five bucks multiplied by 10--or 15, or 25, or 100--of you would go a LONG way to helping the Burneys. Even if all you can spare is one dollar, that's one dollar more than they have right now. The widget will bring you to PayPal. Don't worry if you don't have a Paypal account, you can still use the service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance to all of you who are able to chip in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-556512703002887690?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/556512703002887690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=556512703002887690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/556512703002887690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/556512703002887690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/08/answer-call.html' title='Answer the call'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7496474255616873969</id><published>2009-08-05T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:17:09.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Intent by Camy Tang</title><content type='html'>If you've read my blog for a while you'll probably remember the interviews I did with Camy Tang when she was blog-touring her first three chick-lit novels. I was lucky to recently have the chance to meet Camy in person and indulge in some seriously delicious cupcakes at an author reception at ICRS--it was great to finally meet the woman whose blog and books I'd been reading for some time. She's a crack-up, and I wish she lived a little closer than the Bay Area! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camy recently took a turn on the genre trail and published her first romantic suspense with Stteple Hill, called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Intent-Steeple-Inspired-Suspense/dp/0373443471/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1249485362&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deadly Intent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Here's the back cover blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SCENE OF THE CRIME  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grant family’s exclusive Sonoma spa is a place for rest and  relaxation—not murder! Then Naomi Grant finds her client Jessica Ortiz bleeding to death in her massage room, and everything falls apart. The salon’s reputation is at stake...and so is Naomi’s freedom when she discovers that she is one of the main suspects! Her only solace is found with the other suspect—Dr. Devon Knightley, the victim’s ex-husband. But Devon is hiding secrets of his own. When they come to light, where can Naomi turn...and whom can she trust? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interviewed Camy to find out a little more about her genre switch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your first three books are all chick-lit, but Deadly Intent is romantic suspense. What made you decide to change genres? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading romantic suspense, and when the chance came to submit to Steeple Hill Love Inspired Suspense, I jumped at it! I'm very fortunate to be able to write for two different publishing houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How different was the process for you, writing in a different genre? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had to "get into the mindset"! I watched a lot of NCIS and CSI—not for research, but just to get into that crime-fighting brain mode! I also listened to suspenseful movie music while I was writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What can we expect next from you--will you go back to chick-lit, or continue with romantic suspense? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next novel is another humorous romantic suspense from Zondervan! It releases in May 2010, and the tentative title right now is BAD DOG: A NOVEL. Here's a little blurb, not official, but just to give you a taste of what it'll be like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tessa Ota, a professional dog trainer, is having a bad year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While moving ahead with renovation plans for her new dog kenneling and training facility, Tessa needs to move in with her disapproving mother and her antagonist sister. She convinces her ex-boyfriend to take her dog for a few months … but discovers that his brother is the irate engineer whose car she rammed a few weeks earlier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Bretton has enough problems. His mama has just shown up on his doorstep all the way from Louisiana, and his brother has to move in with him after being kicked out of his apartment—with a dog in tow. And guess who the dog’s owner is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother’s slovenliness, Mama’s diabetic bouts with low blood sugar, and the dog’s bad behavior are all distracting Charles from his wedding plans with a woman whose family connections will help Charles in his career. But he can’t help being attracted to the dog trainer whose sunny smile masks her bitterness at hypocritical Christians, and he starts to wonder about his own professed faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Tessa’s disjointed family and Charles’s disruptive home prevent both of them from discovering what’s really important? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you reading right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I read very widely, so right now I'm reading Julia Quinn's latest Regency historical romance, WHAT HAPPENS IN LONDON. Loving it! One day I'd like to visit London! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for chatting with me, Camy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7496474255616873969?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7496474255616873969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7496474255616873969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7496474255616873969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7496474255616873969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/08/deadly-intent-by-camy-tang.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Deadly Intent&lt;/i&gt; by Camy Tang'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1353982376711367598</id><published>2009-07-31T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:26:03.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of hiding....</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a summer. I started it in California and am ending it in Colorado. I still have a lot of boxes to unpack, and some new furniture to stain in my "spare time," a book to finish editing and a book to finish writing, and a lot of books to read. I've been doing some thinking, too, about this blog and its purpose. Still thinking, but expect to see a lot more discussion about books and the craft of writing and less of the politics and parenting. Not that I'm going to stop blogging about those things--I'm just not going to do it here. The blog for those topics will be up and running soon, and when it goes live I'll add the link to the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to unearth my desk at the moment, but I wanted to come back in, say hi, and dust things off a little here while I was thinking about it. I'll be back to post some more in a day or two. Until then, leave me a comment and tell me what you read this summer. Would you recommend it? I'm always looking for another book to read....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1353982376711367598?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1353982376711367598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1353982376711367598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1353982376711367598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1353982376711367598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/07/coming-out-of-hiding.html' title='Coming out of hiding....'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5687155687168208948</id><published>2009-05-06T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:47:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have three days. What are you getting her?</title><content type='html'>Any idea what to get your mom for Mother's Day this year? If you're still scrambling, let me give you a quick idea--a copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Worlds-Collide-Alison-Strobel/dp/1578567939/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1241660791&amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Worlds Collide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Violette-Between-Alison-Strobel/dp/1578567947/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1241660821&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Violette Between&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with the promise that, in a day or two, she'll receive a beautiful bookplate with a personalized inscription from the author!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love them and am so happy to be able to finally offer this for those of you who live nowhere near me but still want a signed book. :) All you have to do is send me an email at alison at alisonstrobel dot com and tell me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What book the bookplate will go into (I have two styles, coordinated to the books' covers)&lt;br /&gt;2. Who to sign the book to&lt;br /&gt;3. Any special message (Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Where to send it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part--they're free! So pick up a copy of Worlds Collide or Violette Between today and drop me a line. I'd love to wish your mom a Happy Mother's Day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5687155687168208948?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5687155687168208948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5687155687168208948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5687155687168208948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5687155687168208948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-three-days-what-are-you.html' title='You have three days. What are you getting her?'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-356600229724123482</id><published>2009-05-04T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:16:32.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my fellow Californians</title><content type='html'>Breaking my hiatus with this quick Public Service Announcement for my Cali homies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hjta.org/"&gt;Props 1A-1F are scams.&lt;/a&gt; Vote NO on May 19th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-356600229724123482?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/356600229724123482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=356600229724123482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/356600229724123482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/356600229724123482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-my-fellow-californians.html' title='For my fellow Californians'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6023070291364091641</id><published>2009-04-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:34:11.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me you didn't see it coming</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing: 4 books, 2 kids, 1 husband, approximately 6 weeks until we move. The numbers don't lie. I'm in over my head. Something's gotta give, and it's gonna be the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, barring some really huge announcement that I don't currently know, chances are I won't be blogging for a while. If you're on Facebook, you can look for me there--I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; handle composing the occasional status update--and if you get my newsletter then you'll be sure to get the latest news on my upcoming release, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reinventing Rachel&lt;/span&gt;. (And if you're not a subscriber, please sign up! The form's over on the right-hand side, or you can see it smack-dab in the middle of &lt;a href="http://www.alisonstrobel.com"&gt;my website's homepage&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; don't forget to sign up at &lt;a href="http://www.downsizedc.org"&gt;DownsizeDC.org&lt;/a&gt; to help shrink the federal government back to its intended size. SUCH a fantastic organization, really really love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; don't forget to check out &lt;a href="http://www.cmarket.com/auction/AuctionHome.action?vhost=ikeasaurus"&gt;the auction&lt;/a&gt; being held for &lt;a href="http://www.ikeasaurus.com"&gt;Baby Ike&lt;/a&gt; and his family. It's looking pretty certain that the little guy is going to need reconstructive surgery on his esophagus, and when you've got crappy COBRA insurance (and have to fly from Texas to be there, and then have to stay for a month in the PICU, and the parents have to, like, eat and sleep somewhere), it gets PRICEY. There is some excellent stuff being auctioned (including the chance to name two characters in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reinventing Rachel&lt;/span&gt;!), and all the money raised goes to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later, alligators...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6023070291364091641?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6023070291364091641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6023070291364091641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6023070291364091641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6023070291364091641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-tell-me-you-didnt-see-it-coming.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me you didn&apos;t see it coming'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6265470239615267700</id><published>2009-04-06T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:38:30.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a friendly reminder...</title><content type='html'>If you're not a newsletter subscriber, you're missing out on the chance to name one of the characters in my David C. Cook novel, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reinventing Rachel&lt;/span&gt;. Sign up quick and enter! And if you *are* a subscriber, and you haven't entered the contest, then what are you waiting for? Either way, you have until Wednesday to get your entry in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6265470239615267700?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6265470239615267700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6265470239615267700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6265470239615267700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6265470239615267700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-friendly-reminder.html' title='Just a friendly reminder...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2503472013010416335</id><published>2009-03-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:17:10.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Abbyisms</title><content type='html'>We were leaving my parents' house and Abby was looking for the moon. She's a moon fanatic, always has been, and whenever we're out at night she insists on locating it. We couldn't find it tonight, and she looks to Dan and says, "Maybe it went on a treasure hunt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the kick-butt dad that he is, Dan has taken over the more unpleasant aspects of the bedtime routine and brings Abby upstairs to my office to get me once she's ready for her story. She came in tonight and pointed to the little picture on her pajamas and said, "It says, 'I'm not tired'--but that's craziness. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; tired!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2503472013010416335?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2503472013010416335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2503472013010416335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2503472013010416335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2503472013010416335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-abbyisms.html' title='Two Abbyisms'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8319211071351397053</id><published>2009-03-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:03:29.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me in the kitchen, part 2</title><content type='html'>Today's cooking casualty was my plastic colander, which I (tried) to use to steam some veggies. I melted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the part that really sucks is that, as I was setting it on top of the pot of water, I thought to myself, "Haha! Wouldn't it be just the thing if it totally melted the colander?" Heh. I'm going to listen to that little voice next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who have asked what I was attempting to cook in the pot from the last post--I had poured n some Soy Vey teriyaki sauce with some Asain chicken dumplings from Trader Joe's. I don't like the sauce they came with, and I thought, "Hey, this will make them super yummy!" Which, with the second batch, it did. However, with the first batch, I left the heat too high and the skillet on the stove for too long. When I came back, the sauce had turned to tar and the dumplings were little undercooked islands anchored firmly to the bottom of the pan. Live and learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8319211071351397053?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8319211071351397053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8319211071351397053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8319211071351397053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8319211071351397053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-let-me-in-kitchen-part-2.html' title='Don&apos;t let me in the kitchen, part 2'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8967396698661521849</id><published>2009-03-13T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:00:56.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I should never cook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Sbsd1VG7bII/AAAAAAAAAP4/aYRcLhZ71jU/s1600-h/Photo+698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Sbsd1VG7bII/AAAAAAAAAP4/aYRcLhZ71jU/s320/Photo+698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312872987450109058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8967396698661521849?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8967396698661521849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8967396698661521849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8967396698661521849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8967396698661521849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-why-i-should-never-cook.html' title='This is why I should never cook.'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Sbsd1VG7bII/AAAAAAAAAP4/aYRcLhZ71jU/s72-c/Photo+698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6598496316515046793</id><published>2009-03-09T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:45:12.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you entered the contest?</title><content type='html'>If you're a subscriber to my bi-monthly newsletter, then you know there's an awesome contest going on right now--and if you're not a subscriber, then you're going to want to sign up right now. Because three winners will be announced in the April issue, and those winners will be naming some of the characters in my upcoming David C. Cook release, Reinventing Rachel! (Or whatever the title is by the time it releases.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing up is free and easy--just check out the right-hand sidebar of the blog and put your email addy in the email field. I'll send you a link to the current (and past) issues of the newsletter, and you can send in your contest entry anytime before April 16th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6598496316515046793?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6598496316515046793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6598496316515046793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6598496316515046793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6598496316515046793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-entered-contest.html' title='Have you entered the contest?'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7836137477089573622</id><published>2009-03-06T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:57:24.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I interest you in a little pandemic with that flu vaccine?</title><content type='html'>Reports are out revealing that Baxter Pharmaceuticals has admitted that it accidentally contaminated various vaccine batches with Avian Flu viruses. These batches were shipped to 18 countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally? Give me a flipping break. I find it hard to believe that the "highly contagious, possible beginning of a pandemic" viruses are kept on the same floor, much less the same building as the "keep you nice and healthy" (hardy-har-har) vaccines. No one is this stupid. This was deliberate because that doggone avian flu wasn't cooperating by mutating and jumping species like it needed to to cause serious harm. Big Pharma just has no patience, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what? Certainly we'll be hearing soon that, for the good of the planet, we all need to hustle down to the nearest jab center and get ourselves hopped up on the new avian flu vaccine. And for those of us who view vaccines as harmful and decide not to get one? The detainment centers await.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://www.healthfreedomusa.org/?p=2220"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/t/1128/campaign.jsp?campaign_KEY=26830"&gt;petition Congress to pass a civil rights act&lt;/a&gt; protecting Americans from forced medical treatment, including forced vaccination. Even if you are not opposed to vaccinations, you should be worried that the government thinks it should have the right to tell you that you MUST be medically treated a certain way, injected with whatever they want, etc. regardless of whether or not you want it. That's the kind of thinking that will lead to a ban on homeopathy, natural medicine, supplements, etc. And if you think I'm reaching too far with that, then check out &lt;a href="http://www.healthfreedomusa.org/?page_id=155"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to see that they're already trying to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7836137477089573622?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7836137477089573622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7836137477089573622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7836137477089573622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7836137477089573622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-interest-you-in-little-pandemic.html' title='Can I interest you in a little pandemic with that flu vaccine?'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5269407965121736365</id><published>2009-02-19T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:16:29.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool is this?</title><content type='html'>First of all, thank you to everyone who is praying for Baby Ike. The surgery he had the other day ended with a tracheotomy. &lt;a href="http://www.haikuoftheday.com"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt; hasn't said yet what exactly this means for him, if it's permanent, if it's a stopgap measure, or what, but it sounds like it's "permanent for now," if that makes sense. He's still struggling, though; his heart rate keeps dropping and they still don't know why. So the prayers are still very much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you in Austin, there are some &lt;a href="http://ikeasaurus.com/?page_id=113"&gt;awesome events being planned&lt;/a&gt; to help raise money for the family. Today there was a bake sale that netted over $700!!! But for those of us who aren't in Austin, we have a way now to a) help raise money for the Roy family, and b) get a little somethin'-somethin' for ourselves. &lt;a href="http://westcoastcrafty.wordpress.com/"&gt;Susan Beal&lt;/a&gt; is a crafter who does lots of beading stuff, and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=17730132"&gt;she has an etsy.com shop&lt;/a&gt; where she sells kits for beginners to make their own earrings and bracelets. She's currently donating *all* the proceeds from her etsy shop to this family. The kits are not expensive at all, either! So, think ahead to the rest of the year. What women in your life will be having a birthday, or a baby, or an anniversary, or whatever? How great would it be to be able to give her a gift that you not only made yourself, but that also benefited this family? Head over to Susan's etsy store and stock up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5269407965121736365?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5269407965121736365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5269407965121736365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5269407965121736365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5269407965121736365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-cool-is-this.html' title='How cool is this?'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6874077965773598008</id><published>2009-02-16T13:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:56:45.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 2/17, 11AM CST</title><content type='html'>Ike will be having surgery tomorrow. No details yet, sorry. Please pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6874077965773598008?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6874077965773598008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6874077965773598008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6874077965773598008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6874077965773598008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-217-11am-cst.html' title='Tuesday, 2/17, 11AM CST'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1288903050627206072</id><published>2009-02-15T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:32:46.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just found out...</title><content type='html'>...there's an &lt;a href="http://www.doodle.com/participation.html?pollId=nervxyrtfgmatqwv"&gt;online prayer vigil&lt;/a&gt; for baby Ike. Time slots are 30 minutes. Please take one, even if you can only pray for a few minutes during that slot. This family needs to be covered in prayer right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1288903050627206072?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1288903050627206072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1288903050627206072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1288903050627206072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1288903050627206072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-found-out.html' title='Just found out...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7730093714865759167</id><published>2009-02-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:56:36.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Ike-a-saurus</title><content type='html'>My heart is breaking right now. Baby Issac, affectionately known in the blogosphere as Ike-a-saurus &lt;a href="http://www.haikuoftheday.com"&gt;his mama's blog&lt;/a&gt;, is one sick little boy. For those of you who've never checked out Kari's blog, Ike was born at 28.5 weeks after a very scary pregnancy and a lot of bedrest, and then continued to have one health issue after another. He recently had croup, but the stridor (whistling breathing that typically indicates a blockage of some kind in the airway) never went away, and yesterday was rushed to the ER with dangerously low O2 saturation levels. You can read the whole story here, but the bottom line is that this family is in serious need of our prays and our help because--oh yeah, forgot to mention--Ike daddy lost his job last month and all they have is COBRA, which we all know doesn't cover a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ike and his family live in Austin, TX, and Kari is part of a fantastic community of moms there who are &lt;a href="http://www.ikeasaurus.com"&gt;pulling together to raise money&lt;/a&gt; for this family to help offset the medical bills. Yes, money is tight for everyone, but if you can spare *anything*, please donate, because we all know every little bit counts, especially when lots of people give a little bit. And if you live in or near Austin, keep an eye on the &lt;a href="http://www.ikeasaurus.com"&gt;update website&lt;/a&gt; to see where fundraisers are being held so you can swing by and buy a cake or whatever happens to be for sale. And of course, if you have something you think might fetch a little cash for the family, be sure to talk to the mamas in charge on that site about donating your wares or services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is a weird thing. I've never met Kari, but I've been reading her blog for a while now, and she and I have talked a bit via Gmail chat and played a few games of Scrabulous. And even though we've never been face to face, I consider her a friend, and honestly, it's killing me that I'm not in Austin and can't *be there* to do something, you know? So I'll do what I can from here, and pray, and maybe someday I'll have the chance to give that sweet baby face a kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7730093714865759167?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7730093714865759167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7730093714865759167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7730093714865759167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7730093714865759167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/02/pray-for-ike-saurus.html' title='Pray for Ike-a-saurus'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-3043757831367077670</id><published>2009-02-09T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:56:41.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backfire</title><content type='html'>I introduced Abby to the concept of a sticker chart yesterday. Given she adores stickers, I thought it would be a good plan to help us smooth out some of the rough patches of our day. It worked pretty well with the face washing and tooth brushing. But one of the items is going all day without her paci, and it's such a habit for her that she kept popping them in her mouth. At one point Dan said, "Honey, you've got a paci in your mouth--take it out so you can get your sticker tonight!" She looked at him, thought a moment, then said, "I don't want the sticker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. At least the kid's got boundaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-3043757831367077670?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3043757831367077670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=3043757831367077670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3043757831367077670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3043757831367077670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/02/backfire.html' title='Backfire'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5575766936178866265</id><published>2009-02-07T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:40:09.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teetering on the edge...</title><content type='html'>...and trying not to fall off the face of the earth. I certainly fell of the face of the blogosphere, though, didn't I! I've been desperately trying to keep all the plates spinning, and this one just didn't make it. My apologies. I have two book deadlines in March, have been sorting and organizing and decluttering in preparation for a relocation that could happen at any time, and two kids who require more mommy-time every day, it seems. I just haven't had the energy to blog on top of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest newsletter will be releasing on Friday, and if you aren't yet a subscriber, I encourage you to sign up, because I'll be announcing a big contest that you don't want to miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you're a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebooker&lt;/a&gt; (and who isn't these days?) I hope you'll look for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/pages/Alison-Strobel-Morrow/33966796416?sid=58090dd08adb541a4ae904c490d093a3&amp;ref=s"&gt;my fan page&lt;/a&gt; and "become a fan." There is a discussion board there where I've posted a few questions, and I'd love to read your opinions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5575766936178866265?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5575766936178866265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5575766936178866265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5575766936178866265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5575766936178866265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/02/teetering-on-edge.html' title='Teetering on the edge...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8129861316346102860</id><published>2009-01-19T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:32:23.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SXUNaGUn94I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fzZ-ihC5QDE/s1600-h/IMG_4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SXUNaGUn94I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fzZ-ihC5QDE/s320/IMG_4632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293151679068764034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our last full day in Colorado. The bags are as packed as they can be for still having 20 hours left in the hotel, and somehow, though I still don't know how, I managed to fit it all in the bags we came with, despite a productive trip to the REI flagship store in Denver for me and the Castle Rock Outlet Mall for Abby. It's about 60 degrees outside right now, and windy, which is perfect to help dry the clothes Penny Jane spilled Dan's Coke on and that I washed with shampoo in the bathroom sink. Though the open window keeps rattling the bedroom door where Penny Jane is sleeping--her second nap actually inside the hotel this whole vacation. (The other one was this morning, and all the other naps were in the car. Poor kid. Though I think the trip has helped her transition to one nap a day! Woot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really love it here. Really love it. It's hard to go. But I'm eager for my own bed (this one sucks) and for Abby to go back to her own bed (she is a tornado when she sleeps, I swear) and for play dates with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the sun sets (or the moon rises, as the photo from our hotel room shows) on our trip, our minds are awhirl with possibilities for our future here. Can't wait to come back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8129861316346102860?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8129861316346102860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8129861316346102860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8129861316346102860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8129861316346102860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-long-farewell.html' title='So long, farewell...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SXUNaGUn94I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fzZ-ihC5QDE/s72-c/IMG_4632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-277140472086718577</id><published>2009-01-11T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:49:38.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what we woke up to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SWvWj5hwzvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/oiMDnD6WhmE/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp897%3Enu%3D3233%3E688%3E8%3B8%3EWSNRCG%3D323-34-%3B-3-4%3Bnu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SWvWj5hwzvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/oiMDnD6WhmE/s320/232323232%7Ffp897%3Enu%3D3233%3E688%3E8%3B8%3EWSNRCG%3D323-34-%3B-3-4%3Bnu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290558099502976754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SWuRNPfc8XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oRDvStcWdms/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp88%3B%3Enu%3D3233%3E688%3E8%3B8%3EWSNRCG%3D323-34-%3B-8339nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SWuRNPfc8XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oRDvStcWdms/s320/232323232%7Ffp88%3B%3Enu%3D3233%3E688%3E8%3B8%3EWSNRCG%3D323-34-%3B-8339nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290481843959558514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-277140472086718577?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/277140472086718577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=277140472086718577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/277140472086718577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/277140472086718577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-now-this-is-colorado-we-expected.html' title='Look what we woke up to...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SWvWj5hwzvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/oiMDnD6WhmE/s72-c/232323232%7Ffp897%3Enu%3D3233%3E688%3E8%3B8%3EWSNRCG%3D323-34-%3B-3-4%3Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-495916469239881060</id><published>2009-01-10T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:21:09.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good idea, bad execution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SWmBrd0rlOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EI9GwxZ21cc/s1600-h/savehandmade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SWmBrd0rlOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EI9GwxZ21cc/s320/savehandmade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289901821063304418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another example of overreaching government is now threatening to put thousands of crafters, artisans, WAHMs (and WAHDs), and small business owners out of work. Because of all the recent toy recalls due to lead contamination, a law was passed that goes into effect next month requiring the testing of ANY child-related article--toys, clothes, etc.--for lead. Sounds great, until you realize that this law applies to consignment and second-hand stores and folks like the ones I feature in my newsletter every other month. From what I understand, some changes have already been introduced in Congress which will modify the law as it applies to consignment shops and the like, but independent toymakers are still being left out in the cold. Please contact your &lt;a href="https://writerep.house.gov/writerep/welcome.shtml"&gt;representatives&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm"&gt;senators&lt;/a&gt; and ask them to support changes to the law that will protect these folks. A sample letter can be found &lt;a href="http://www.handmadetoyalliance.org/how-you-can-help"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and more information can be found &lt;a href="http://coolmompicks.com/savehandmade/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-495916469239881060?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/495916469239881060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=495916469239881060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/495916469239881060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/495916469239881060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-idea-bad-execution.html' title='Good idea, bad execution'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SWmBrd0rlOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EI9GwxZ21cc/s72-c/savehandmade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1843536095004226666</id><published>2008-12-31T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:27:28.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please vote!</title><content type='html'>http://www.change.org/ideas/view/health_freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day to vote for the priorities you think Obama should have when he gets into office. Go to this site, sign up, confirm your account through the email they send you, and then PLEASE vote for health freedom!!! We need 1200 votes to move into the next round. I just cast vote #512.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1843536095004226666?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1843536095004226666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1843536095004226666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1843536095004226666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1843536095004226666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-vote.html' title='Please vote!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7103693326432771386</id><published>2008-12-31T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:18:38.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The issue of socialization</title><content type='html'>Dan and I decided long ago our girls would be homeschooled. I'm active on a few parenting boards where a number of other moms homeschool, and I get loads of great ideas and tips from them. Once in a while someone will post a vent about the issue of socialization. We homeschooling moms and dads don't have any concerns about socialization, but it often seems that everyone else in the world gets concerned about it when you tell them you're homeschooling. "But how will your children be socialized if they're not in school?" they ask. Well, someone posted this today and honestly, I wish I could print it on little business cards and hand it out to people who question our children's socialization when we mention homeschooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public School Socialization&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my wife and I mention we are strongly considering home&lt;br /&gt;schooling our children, we are without fail asked, 'But what about&lt;br /&gt;socialization? ' Fortunately, we found a way our kids can receive&lt;br /&gt;the same socialization that government schools provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On Mondays and Wednesdays, I will personally corner my son in the&lt;br /&gt;bathroom, give him a wedgie and take his lunch money. On Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;and Thursdays, my wife will make sure to tease our children for not&lt;br /&gt;being in the 'in' crowd, taking special care to poke fun at any&lt;br /&gt;physical abnormalities. Fridays will be 'Fad and Peer Pressure&lt;br /&gt;Day.' We will all compete to see who has the coolest toys, the most&lt;br /&gt;expensive clothes, and the loudest, fastest, and most dangerous car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every day, my wife and I will adhere to a routine of cursing and&lt;br /&gt;swearing in the hall and mentioning our weekend exploits with&lt;br /&gt;alcohol and immorality. And we have asked (our kids) to report us&lt;br /&gt;to the authorities in the event we mention faith, religion, or try&lt;br /&gt;to bring up morals and values."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;From the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kolbe Little Home Journal&lt;/span&gt;, Fall 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7103693326432771386?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7103693326432771386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7103693326432771386&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7103693326432771386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7103693326432771386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/12/issue-of-socialization.html' title='The issue of socialization'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2038241887736435673</id><published>2008-12-25T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:03:33.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SVOuv0IWm0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/QA9DTZbvD0E/s1600-h/Photo+662.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/_IJmhRuYfj74/SVOuv0IWm0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/QA9DTZbvD0E/s320/Photo+662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283758924306488130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to his own town to register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[a] the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    "Glory to God in the highest,&lt;br /&gt;           and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!!! Happy Birthday Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2038241887736435673?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2038241887736435673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2038241887736435673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2038241887736435673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2038241887736435673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SVOuv0IWm0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/QA9DTZbvD0E/s72-c/Photo+662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6738728775460857187</id><published>2008-12-20T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:04:29.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More from the portfolio</title><content type='html'>Found some more great Abby photos on the Photo Booth program today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3atENu9lI/AAAAAAAAAOY/d9jaUTGO10w/s1600-h/Photo+595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3atENu9lI/AAAAAAAAAOY/d9jaUTGO10w/s320/Photo+595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282118405735773778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you familiar with the series by Beverly Cleary--doesn't she totally look like Ramona Quimby here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3atcXtTVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GgHNNKA7Dko/s1600-h/Photo+654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3atcXtTVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GgHNNKA7Dko/s320/Photo+654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282118412220058962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day at Target Abby said she wanted to get Penny Jane a teddy bear for Christmas. It took her ten minutes to choose from 5 different types of bears. The poor child has my decision-making ability. Anyway, this was her final choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago Abby wanted to do a little portrait session with PJ and me. She set up the computer on the ottoman next to the couch and would run back and forth, pushing the button to take the picture and then racing back to get in the frame. Here are some of the good ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3b56IpO1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jroSotZo23U/s1600-h/Photo+621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3b56IpO1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jroSotZo23U/s320/Photo+621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282119725879999314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3b6KnMumI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QKI2ZNUV7FQ/s1600-h/Photo+616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3b6KnMumI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QKI2ZNUV7FQ/s320/Photo+616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282119730303122018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3b6mnTDAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pMfL6U53RVI/s1600-h/Photo+611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3b6mnTDAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pMfL6U53RVI/s320/Photo+611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282119737819728898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6738728775460857187?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6738728775460857187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6738728775460857187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6738728775460857187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6738728775460857187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-from-portfolio.html' title='More from the portfolio'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SU3atENu9lI/AAAAAAAAAOY/d9jaUTGO10w/s72-c/Photo+595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-3683614546428768587</id><published>2008-12-17T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:01:06.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and done!</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you put 112,185 words in just the right order over 236 pages? MY COMPLETED FOURTH NOVEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert Snoopy dance here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-3683614546428768587?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3683614546428768587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=3683614546428768587&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3683614546428768587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3683614546428768587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/12/done-and-done.html' title='Done and done!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2724778212271256777</id><published>2008-11-30T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:15:01.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO-YA</title><content type='html'>Awwwww yeah! Fifty-thousand words completed--I have won my first NaNoWriMo! I told Dan less than 48 hours ago that I was giving up because I only had 41,000 words and didn't think there was any way I'd find the time to get 9,000 more by tonight. But something happens--I haven't yet ruled out divine intervention--and voila, here I am staring at a word count of 50,024. This puts me about 2/3 of the way done with the book and right at the spot where the action really picks up. I can hardly believe it, but I might actually finish this thing by the end of the year as planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2724778212271256777?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2724778212271256777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2724778212271256777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2724778212271256777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2724778212271256777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo-ya.html' title='BOO-YA'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1419052485319318112</id><published>2008-11-26T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:45:42.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The plot thickens</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://polarik.blogtownhall.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1419052485319318112?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1419052485319318112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1419052485319318112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1419052485319318112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1419052485319318112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/11/plot-thickens.html' title='The plot thickens'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5685456613515339378</id><published>2008-11-23T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:04:50.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slinking into the cave</title><content type='html'>Got my edits today for &lt;i&gt;Reinventing Rachel&lt;/i&gt;. Lots to do by Jan 10 when it's due. &lt;i&gt;Lots&lt;/i&gt;. And between a 3-day Thanksgiving trip, a 4-day pre-Christmas trip, a newsletter to write, Abby's 3rd b-day to plan and execute, &lt;i&gt;Guilt&lt;/i&gt; to finish writing, and the Colorado trip to take on January 6, I'm not entirely sure how it's going to get done. It *will* get done, I know, the way is just not at all clear at the moment. So I'm going to disappear for a while to make sure I get everything done without neglecting my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realizing I don't think I've mentioned the whole Colorado thing yet, so here's the official announcement: we're moving! Sometime next year, not sure exactly when, but we'll be out there Jan. 6-20 to house hunt and check out the areas we're looking to move to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, unless something really amazing happens that simply demands to be blogged about, I'll probably be absent until the New Year at the earliest. Happy holidays to all, and to all lots of stuffing on Thursday and gallons of egg nog until Christmas. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5685456613515339378?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5685456613515339378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5685456613515339378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5685456613515339378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5685456613515339378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/11/slinking-into-cave.html' title='Slinking into the cave'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6748886355328851356</id><published>2008-11-22T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:28:49.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Slippers</title><content type='html'>I promised &lt;a href="http://www.jonalynfincher.com"&gt;Jonalyn&lt;/a&gt; a couple months back that I would blog this week about her new book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soulation.org"&gt;Ruby Slippers--How the Soul of a Woman Brings Her Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and then I forgot to set a reminder email for myself. Doh! So I snarfed down the book in four days, and honestly, this is not a four-days book. Well, maybe it is if you read uninterrupted and have plenty of time to digest what you've read, but with two kids, a book to write, and a presentation to prepare, I barely had time to consider where to put the book when I was done for the day so I'd be able to find it again, much less journal through the awesome "soul care" questions at the end of each chapter and discuss what I was reading with Dan. So, a note to those who decide to pick up this selection for their own perusal: don't shortchange yourself by trying to squeeze it in here and there. Make sure you've got some time to really think over what you're reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonalyn's goal with &lt;i&gt;Ruby Slippers&lt;/i&gt; is to examine what true femininity is, beyond the roles we shove ourselves into like Cindarella's step-sisters trying to cram their feet into a shoe that wasn't meant for them. Does it always require pastels and makeup, a husband and children, domestic skills and a penchant for scrapbooking? Can a woman be fully feminine if she prefers mountain biking to a manicure? And if God is male, then are women really made in his image?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been much concerned with discussions on femininity and spirituality as they relate to each other. But reading this book gave me some really interesting things to think about, things I'd never considered about what it means to be a Christian woman. I am impressed as well with her credentials--you don't see many female apologists out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to read this book again, and actually do the questions at the end this time. :) I hope you'll check it out, whether you're male or female, and leave a comment about what you think. If nothing else, this book is sure to generate some very interesting conversations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6748886355328851356?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6748886355328851356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6748886355328851356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6748886355328851356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6748886355328851356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/11/ruby-slipper.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Ruby Slippers&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1285109078700337623</id><published>2008-11-13T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:58:35.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's portfolio</title><content type='html'>My Mac laptop has a program called Photo Booth. It's a photo program for the integrated webcam, and it allows you to add all these fun (and sometimes creepy) effects to your photos. Abby loves it, and somehow, in the last couple months, she has learned how to locate it in the dock, launch it, take photos AND add the effects. Keep in mind I not only NEVER showed her how to do ANY of this, but I never even showed her how you use the track pad or select button. Is this stuff programmed into the next generation's DNA or something? Anyway, she hops up to my computer all the time to take pictures, but it's always when I'm putting Penny Jane down for her nap. I've never looked through the photos she's taken until tonight, and I was cracking up and thinking, "I've GOT to post these." So, for your enjoyment, here are just a few self-portraits from Miss Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZFaNCdI/AAAAAAAAANg/0byPdZe8JOQ/s1600-h/Photo+520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZFaNCdI/AAAAAAAAANg/0byPdZe8JOQ/s320/Photo+520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371968088672722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZTzsH0I/AAAAAAAAANo/2fxoojucZyU/s1600-h/Photo+519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZTzsH0I/AAAAAAAAANo/2fxoojucZyU/s320/Photo+519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371971953663810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZfBvzoI/AAAAAAAAANw/bn6PFoA2Vvo/s1600-h/Photo+514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZfBvzoI/AAAAAAAAANw/bn6PFoA2Vvo/s320/Photo+514.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371974965415554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZ6_uP9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/T3bHli5nLA4/s1600-h/Photo+505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZ6_uP9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/T3bHli5nLA4/s320/Photo+505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371982473117650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZ9QKBVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/6ouXE3kF1cs/s1600-h/Photo+504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZ9QKBVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/6ouXE3kF1cs/s320/Photo+504.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371983078917458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0En4ezYoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hPgvC6NBz24/s1600-h/Photo+491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0En4ezYoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hPgvC6NBz24/s320/Photo+491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268372222316339842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EoAeXk9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dWzMtiHWUEY/s1600-h/Photo+490.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/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EoAeXk9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dWzMtiHWUEY/s320/Photo+490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268372224462001106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1285109078700337623?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1285109078700337623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1285109078700337623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1285109078700337623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1285109078700337623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbys-portfolio.html' title='Abby&apos;s portfolio'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SR0EZFaNCdI/AAAAAAAAANg/0byPdZe8JOQ/s72-c/Photo+520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1449140261081102522</id><published>2008-11-09T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:33:21.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>Just hit fifty thousand words on the manuscript! No clue how long it's going to be once it's done, but I'd guess that's just under halfway. NaNoWriMo is my new best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1449140261081102522?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1449140261081102522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1449140261081102522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1449140261081102522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1449140261081102522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/11/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5026688203579290131</id><published>2008-11-07T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:32:48.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo!</title><content type='html'>Say it real quick and it's a fun nonsense word, but break it down and it's short for &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;National Novel Writing Month&lt;/a&gt;. Though now, in its tenth year, it's an international event, so it really should be InNoWriMo. Though it's not nearly as fun to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the heck is it? It's an opportunity for all those folks who've ever said, "I've always wanted to write a novel" to actually get off their patooties and DO it already by setting a one-month goal of 50,000 words. You pledge solidarity with thousands of other writers all over the world and say, "Yes! I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; sit my butt down and write at least 1,667 words every single day in November!" (Yes, I know there's some contradiction there between getting off one's behind then sitting it down again to write. Work with me, alright?) Then you sign up at nanowrimo.org, join a home region so you can contribute to your area's word count, and start writing. After you've procrastinated a little bit by setting up your profile and checking out the forums, that is. I'm such a sucker for forums. Then you can grab a fun little widget like the one on the right that will broadcast to the entire world just how well you're doing on your novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about 30,000 words when I first read about &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;. How I've been a writer this long and never heard of this phenomenon, I don't know. But I read about it on someone's blog on November 1 and thought, "Now that is a cool idea! And if I did that, I'd have my novel nearly done!" And it dawned on me that this would be a great accountability took to keep me from becoming completely depressed over how far behind I was on my writing. And let me tell you, counting words is SO MUCH LESS STRESSFUL than counting scenes. I'm so glad I found this out now and not at the end of the book when I was comatose from panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today marked the end of the first week of this year's &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;, but if you want to jump in I don't think anyone would mind. If nothing else, keep it in mind for next year and start working on your outline now. Heck, if you spent eleven months on your &lt;a href="http://advancedfictionwriting.com/art/snowflake.php"&gt;snowflake&lt;/a&gt;, you'd have the Next Great American (or wherever you are) Novel all ready to go by next November! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who are participating this year, I'm &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/450643"&gt;alisonstrobel&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org"&gt;nanowrimo.org&lt;/a&gt;--make me a writing buddy if you want. Good luck on your novels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5026688203579290131?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5026688203579290131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5026688203579290131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5026688203579290131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5026688203579290131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/11/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8202752384169941236</id><published>2008-11-04T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:40:11.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is my Father's world&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me ne'er forget&lt;br /&gt;That though the wrong seems oft so strong&lt;br /&gt;God is the ruler yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Father's world&lt;br /&gt;The battle is not done&lt;br /&gt;Jesus who died shall be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;And earth and heav'n be one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My Father's World, Maltbie Babcock, 1901&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8202752384169941236?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8202752384169941236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8202752384169941236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8202752384169941236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8202752384169941236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-breath.html' title='Deep breath.'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7325116610338386438</id><published>2008-10-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:01:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You put your right brain in, you take your right brain out, you put your right brain in, and you shake it all about</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have scrambled eggs for brains these days. There is SO MUCH GOING ON. And one of the things that gets neglected is my blog. So, sorry the posts are so few and far between. Maybe when things slow down (which would be....when?) I'll be better about posting more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;- Finished chapter 8 today. Started rereading a phenomenal writing book that I'd forgotten all about and ended up completely revamping my main character and rewriting all her scenes. I'll be talking more about that book, and offering a copy for free, in my next newsletter in December. If you don't yet receive my newsletter, please sign up in the box on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a fan page now on Facebook. There are some discussions there that I'd love to see more comments on. Swing by and check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was the literature/poetry judge for a local school's "Reflections" contest last week. Talka bout full-circle: I remember entering the Reflections contest when *I* was in elementary school. This year's theme was "Wow." That's it, just "Wow." Talk about open to interpretation. There were 30 entries altogether, the majority from a 6th grade class whose teacher made it mandatory. I was actually quite impressed by some of the poetry. But sitting on the living room floor trying to keep a very mobile Penny Jane from harm and a very active Abby occupied while I "graded" papers made me SO GLAD I'm not teaching anymore. I had flashbacks to my teaching days and they scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Funny Abby story: My sister-in-law Amber played "I Spy" with her when she was here last week, and Abby asked me to play it with her the other day. When it was my turn to guess she said "I spy with my eye something brown with pink." So I'm looking all over the place thinking, "Wow, she really has a good eye, she's found something in this room that has brown and pink?!" And as I'm looking, trying to find something to guess, she holds up a toy and says, "Is it this?" I say no, then she picks up something else and says, "Is it this?" And I asked, "Abby, do you know what has brown with pink on it in this room?" She says, "No." "Well, what object were you trying to make me guess?" *blank stare like I'm speaking Turkish* "Um, Abby, you need to pick an object in the room and tell me one of the colors on it." (Keep in mind she had guessed three time before it was my turn, so it's not like she'd never played.) Abby says, "Okay!" then looks around for a moment and says, "I spy with my eye a picture on the wall with Greena and Par on it." Of which there is only one. Needless to say I figured out that round pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more funny Abby, mostly to remind me in twenty years: We were packing up one of her toys with lots of little pieces, and when we were done I handed her the case and said, "Go put this in the drawer." She said, "No, I don't want to." I reminded her that part of playing with our toys is putting them away when we're done, and if we don't clean them up properly then we can't play with them anymore. To which she huffs, stands up, grabs the case, and says, "Mama, you're frustrating" before stomping off to the drawers. I didn't even bother trying to hide my laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7325116610338386438?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7325116610338386438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7325116610338386438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7325116610338386438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7325116610338386438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-put-your-right-brain-in-you-take.html' title='You put your right brain in, you take your right brain out, you put your right brain in, and you shake it all about'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6196115871003032263</id><published>2008-10-22T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:36:17.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shauna Niequist in San Diego this Friday!</title><content type='html'>For all you locals--&lt;a href="http://wwwshaunaniequist.com"&gt;Shauna Niequist&lt;/a&gt;, author of Cold Tangerines, is going to be doing a luncheon signing at the Berean Bookstore in San Diego this Friday at 12:30. I'm so mad I can't go! :( But if you can, you definitely should--Shauna's a wonderful woman, and I loved Cold Tangerines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6196115871003032263?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6196115871003032263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6196115871003032263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6196115871003032263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6196115871003032263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/10/shauna-niequist-in-san-diego-this.html' title='Shauna Niequist in San Diego this Friday!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1613652979773779681</id><published>2008-10-17T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:43:47.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike Two</title><content type='html'>iContact is really irritating me. According to the tracking of my October newsletter, half the recipients haven't opened their newsletter. Now, there's always a chunk of people that don't, and I figured out why, but I find it hard to believe that ALL the 20 people that signed up since August decided not to open it. And none of the letters bounced back, so I don't know what else could have happened besides going into spam folders, but...*shrug* Sounds fishy, eh?  Anyway, if you know you receive the newsletter, or you signed up over the last couple months, and you didn't get my October newsletter last weekend, then please check your spam, and if it's not there, please leave me a comment. I want to figure out what's going on. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1613652979773779681?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1613652979773779681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1613652979773779681&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1613652979773779681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1613652979773779681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/10/strike-two.html' title='Strike Two'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-9070366180364611283</id><published>2008-10-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:14:22.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known better.</title><content type='html'>Note to self: when you see that your book has ONE LOUSY STAR, whatever you do, don't read the review. Instead, beg people who liked it to go to &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=67939&amp;netp_id=356110&amp;event=ESRCN&amp;item_code=WW&amp;view=covers#customer_reviews"&gt;christianbook.com&lt;/a&gt; and review it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-9070366180364611283?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/9070366180364611283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=9070366180364611283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/9070366180364611283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/9070366180364611283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-should-have-known-better.html' title='I should have known better.'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-723487465819605645</id><published>2008-10-09T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:09:19.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who love to write...</title><content type='html'>...or read about writers, there's a new book out called &lt;i&gt;Grit for the Oyster&lt;/i&gt; and it's all tips and ideas and stuff like that from authors to help writers keep plugging away at what they're doing. The author, Suzanne Woods Fisher, wrote the book and is posting interviews with contributing authors on her blog. She just put up my interview, so head over to &lt;a href="http://www.gritfortheoyster-book.blogspot.com"&gt;the book's blog&lt;/a&gt; or to &lt;a href="http://www.suzannewoodsfisher.com"&gt;her personal blog&lt;/a&gt; (just an excerpt there, though) to read it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-723487465819605645?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/723487465819605645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=723487465819605645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/723487465819605645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/723487465819605645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-those-who-love-to-write.html' title='For those who love to write...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8499898148932566774</id><published>2008-09-30T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:23:17.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things here</title><content type='html'>Health hasn't been so great here the last few days. I had my first official fibromyalgia flair-up--at least, that's what I'm assuming was the reason behind my neck, shoulders, back (both middle and lower), hips, and hands all aching in a bizarre way I've never really experienced before. It would also explain that buzz that was so loud in my ear I was walking around to every piece of electronics in the house and listening to it to figure out what was making that infernal racket. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday Abby had a 24 hour stomach flu. It sucked, I felt so bad for her. Vomiting (including once in her carseat--&lt;i&gt;gross&lt;/i&gt;), fever, lots of sleeping and whimpering, "Uppies!" But save for a bit of fever in the morning on Sunday, she's been fine ever since. Though we did get this little gem on Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy! I have a beaver again!"&lt;br /&gt;"Um...you have a &lt;i&gt;beaver&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, a beaver. Take my tempa-chur, I have a beaver!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in the middle of a major growth spurt, too. Her naps have gone from 1.5 hours--2 on a great day--to 2-3 hours! I've had to wake her up the last few days because I don't want her wide awake at bedtime. When my parents saw her yesterday, my mom said she actually looked bigger to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the writing front, I reached my September writing goal--10% of "Guilt" is complete! I also turned in my marketing pack to Zondervan, meaning I've made two deadlines on time in the past couple months. I'm quite proud. Writing is more difficult than I thought it would be--I really thought I'd done enough work on the scene synopses, but it turns out I didn't. But I'm learning a lot, and the next snowflake I do is going to be even better, and maybe *that* book will basically write itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Abby wasn't up until 5 today, so even though it's nearly 9:30, I'm off to wrangle her into bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8499898148932566774?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8499898148932566774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8499898148932566774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8499898148932566774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8499898148932566774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-here.html' title='Things here'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7598691392034750077</id><published>2008-09-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:01:06.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despicable</title><content type='html'>Regardless of whether or not you support the bailout bill, you should be outraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome of the house vote on Monday was reflective of the opinion of the majority of Americans. That's how the system is supposed to work: the people tell their representatives what they want, and the representatives vote in a way that REPRESENTS the majority of their constituents. They don't say, "Well, I know 89% of the people in my district want me to say no, but that's not how *I* feel, so I'm going to vote yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today the government basically told its citizens it didn't care what they wanted. They made some minor changes to the bailout bill and then attached it to a bill that was sure to get passed--a tax cuts for businesses bill. They also decided they didn't want to go through the house first, like they're supposed to. They're &lt;i&gt;skipping the house&lt;/i&gt;--bypassing it altogether as though there wasn't a proper order for these things and you could just toss them anywhere willy-nilly--and going straight to the senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or is this underhanded, sneaky, and deceptive? Is anyone else as bothered as I am (and bothered is a gross understatement) by how the government consistently chooses to basically shred the Constitution in order to do whatever it wants? Yes, the minority of the country will be thrilled when the bailout bill gets passed, but how will you feel when they pull this kind of stunt with a bill you vehemently oppose? This isn't about the bailout bill anymore--this is about a government run by crooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7598691392034750077?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7598691392034750077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7598691392034750077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7598691392034750077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7598691392034750077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/despicable.html' title='Despicable'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-3905640090532138873</id><published>2008-09-29T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:08:09.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent explanation of the problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.campaignforliberty.com/blog/?p=642"&gt;Dr. Paul's notes&lt;/a&gt; which he didn't have enough time to deliver in full on the House Floor this morning. Excellent observations as always from the good doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-3905640090532138873?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3905640090532138873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=3905640090532138873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3905640090532138873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3905640090532138873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/excellent-explanation-of-problem.html' title='Excellent explanation of the problem'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1375971055363289423</id><published>2008-09-29T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:01:50.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought politics would make my heart beat so fast</title><content type='html'>Dan and I just finished watching live video of the house vote on the bailout package. My stomach was literally in knots watching the seconds tick away and the vote tally change. The video was turning our connection to molasses so I quit it before the last vote was cast, but seeing the nay votes so far in the lead made me want to cry tears of joy. I am so proud of the citizens right now--because this was a citizen-led decision, make no mistake. The public outcry was so huge that representatives couldn't help but listen if they valued their seat in Congress. I know when I told my reps how I felt I made a point of saying I considered this a reelection issue and that I'd track how they voted, though Dan pointed out they don't always track who voted how. Which I didn't know, and which I think is bloody stupid. But I hope people see how raising your voice and making your opinion known can actually make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's watching C-Span online (I can't because they don't support Quicktime--thanks a lot guys!) and they're saying people can change their vote and there's some arm-twisting going on right now to try to get people to flip their decision. That makes me sick. It's bad enough to think that there are reps who don't care what their constituents want (or what all the experts say is the right thing to do) but to then try to force their decision on others and try to get them to forsake their own conscience!? Talk about making my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not going to matter, but I want to say thank you to all the reps who voted the way their constituents wanted. That's their job, and they did it well. Chances are this package is going to be re-packaged and pushed on the people again, so the fight isn't done, but hopefully people will continue to be vigilant. Check out downsizeDC.org to get updates about what's happening so you know when to harass your Congresspeople.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1375971055363289423?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1375971055363289423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1375971055363289423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1375971055363289423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1375971055363289423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-thought-politics-would-make-my.html' title='Never thought politics would make my heart beat so fast'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5433507179579467586</id><published>2008-09-28T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:49:01.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are responsible.</title><content type='html'>I'm encouraged by the fact that the majority of the country realizes this bailout is a tremendously bad idea. However, if you haven't told your Congressional representatives yet how you feel, you *need* to make your voice heard. Our government was never supposed to bully its people the way it does, or act without following the will of its people. But somewhere along the line Americans got very lazy. We stopped thinking for ourselves and figured the government would sort things out just fine. We stopped taking them to task when they screwed up and stuck us with the fallout. We stopped speaking out and making our will known. It's time to shake off the apathy, folks, and get on the phone and the fax and the Internet and contact your reps whatever way you can to tell them you absolutely DO NOT support 3 trillion dollars' worth of bad debt being put on YOUR shoulders. The depression that this bailout will (not might, but will) cause is truly catastrophic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsC2k9opOP0"&gt;This video&lt;/a&gt; does a phenomenal job of explaining what's going on and why the bailout must be stopped. It's ten minutes long, but worth watching--grab yourself a snack or some laundry to fold and put it on to listen to. Then email everyone you know and tell them the same thing: contact your Congressional reps, watch this video, and pass it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5433507179579467586?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5433507179579467586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5433507179579467586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5433507179579467586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5433507179579467586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-are-responsible.html' title='You are responsible.'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2585667962371119823</id><published>2008-09-26T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:15:18.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermore</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a red-letter day for Abby. She had her first McDonald's cheeseburger. We were at the mall, it was dinnertime, she likes hamburgers and chicken finger-type foods and anything else is very hit-or-miss, even if she's had it and liked it in the past. I was tired of buying her food she won't eat, and didn't want to deal with the whole eat-two-bites-say-I'm-done-then-complain-for-the-next-hour-about-how-hungry-she-is routine. SO I got the apple dippers to go with it, and a cup of water (which is all she wants to drink anyway) and comforted myself with the fact that she lasted about 20 months longer than a lot of kids her age when it comes to getting her first taste of the quintessential fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I ran across &lt;a href="http://bestwellnessconsultant.com/2008/09/23/1996-mcdonalds-hamburger-karen-hanrahan-best-of-mother-earth.aspx?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2F~e%3Fffid%3D967920&amp;title=Best+of+Mother+Earth&amp;loc=en_US"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW do I wish I'd just bitten the bullet and gotten her pb&amp;j from Paradise Cafe instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2585667962371119823?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2585667962371119823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2585667962371119823&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2585667962371119823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2585667962371119823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/nevermore.html' title='Nevermore'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5985801732020700983</id><published>2008-09-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:03:03.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Sashimi by Camy Tang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SNfdG-RMCOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O7DygRQB5Q8/s1600-h/Camy_Tang_pinkweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SNfdG-RMCOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O7DygRQB5Q8/s320/Camy_Tang_pinkweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248907002587646178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camytang.com/"&gt;Camy&lt;/a&gt; is cool! Have you read her stuff yet? Here's a little bio about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camy Tang writes romance with a kick of wasabi. She used to be a biologist, but now she is a staff worker for her church youth group and leads a worship team for Sunday service. She also runs the Story Sensei fiction critique service. On her blog, she gives away Christian novels every Monday and Thursday, and she ponders frivolous things like dumb dogs (namely, hers), coffee-geek husbands (no resemblance to her own...), the writing journey, Asiana, and anything else that comes to mind. Visit her website at http://www.camytang.com/ for a huge website contest going on right now, giving away ten boxes of books and 30 copies of her latest release, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Single-Sashimi-Sushi-Book-3/dp/0310274001/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1222106502&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;SINGLE SASHIMI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've blogged about Camy's other two books, which I luuuuuved, and today I'm blogging about her third, though I haven't had the chance yet to read it. Can't wait to, though! &lt;i&gt;Single Sashimi&lt;/i&gt; just released, and here's what Camy had to say about it--as well as some other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the basic scoop on "Single Sashimi"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SNfdO_-opoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qwdTP72OZjk/s1600-h/SingleSashimi_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SNfdO_-opoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qwdTP72OZjk/s320/SingleSashimi_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248907140485654146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here’s the back cover blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake Yu. Why would Drake call her after … what, five years? Six?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus heard in his voice that resonance that was almost a growl, that titanium-hard determination to get what he wanted. And he usually got what he wanted. The voice said: “I want you to work for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time… If it was a choice between Drake and McDonald’s—she’d choose french fries. She’d never work for him again. It would take an act of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Chau is determined to start her own game development company and launch the next Super Mario-sized phenomenon. However, she needs an investor to back her idea. When Drake Yu, an old nemesis, approaches Venus with a contracting opportunity at his sister’s startup, the offer to become Chief Operating Officer tempts Venus to think the unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus would rather throw away her PS3 than work for Drake again … except Grandma bribes Venus to do this favor for Drake’s wealthy family with a coveted introduction to the most respected investor in the game industry. It’s also a short job—only a few months—so Venus won’t have to stand Drake’s presence for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one wild youth group, a two-faced assistant, and Grandma’s determined match-making threaten to make them both fail—or go insane. With the encouragement of her three cousins, Lex, Trish, and Jennifer, Venus discovers that even a wounded heart can undergo a beautiful transformation …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the third book in this series, right? Will there be a fourth? If not, what do you have planned as your next release?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Single Sashimi is the third book in this series. Zondervan didn’t contract me for the fourth book, BUT I will be writing it anyway and offering it around the end of the year as a free ebook download to members of my YahooGroup newsletter. It’s tentatively titled “Weddings and Wasabi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To join my YahooGroup is free and easy! Visit this webpage: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Camys_Loft/join&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If anyone has problems joining my YahooGroup, they can email and I can help them out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my next “official” release, I’m writing a romantic suspense tentatively scheduled for August 2009 that will be released by Steeple Hill’s Love Inspired Suspense line. It’s titled Deadly Intent, and it’s set in a day spa in Sonoma, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the most difficult or challenging part of writing "Single Sashimi"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research for Single Sashimi was harder than my other books because it was a completely new field for me. I had to rely heavily on friends who hooked me up with other friends who work in the field of video game development. The two women I dedicated the book to were invaluable help in creating Venus’s career around her and also accurately depicting the world of start ups in the Silicon Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you reading for fun right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fortune by Sara Mills. It’s like a Christian Maltese Falcon with a female protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you hope readers will take away from "Single Sashimi" (besides a craving for sushi, that is)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, first and foremost, that they have an entertaining, satisfying read. Second, I hope they come away with a renewed sense of how God is always in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having me here, Alison!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5985801732020700983?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5985801732020700983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5985801732020700983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5985801732020700983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5985801732020700983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/single-sashimi-by-camy-tang.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Single Sashimi&lt;/i&gt; by Camy Tang'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SNfdG-RMCOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O7DygRQB5Q8/s72-c/Camy_Tang_pinkweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-4208332121663785734</id><published>2008-09-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:05:15.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepper is the new ketchup</title><content type='html'>We've always known Abby likes her food with some &lt;i&gt;taste&lt;/i&gt;, you know? She loves salsa, for example. I didn't even try salsa until I was 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at Claim Jumper's the other day. Dan took her there for dinner because I needed a break. They started putting pepper on her...grapes. Yes. Grapes. And she &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today. We're eating dinner at my parents' place. I come back from putting Penny Jane down for a nap and find Abby sprinkling pepper on her...cucumber. Ooookay. Then Mom tells me she ate six cherry tomatoes--which she has previously loathed--all dusted with pepper. For dessert, she had applesauce, and, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SNXV8q-SxII/AAAAAAAAAJs/PJNQrZ0PAhg/s1600-h/photo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SNXV8q-SxII/AAAAAAAAAJs/PJNQrZ0PAhg/s320/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248336179074614402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-4208332121663785734?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4208332121663785734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=4208332121663785734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4208332121663785734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4208332121663785734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/pepper-is-new-ketchup.html' title='Pepper is the new ketchup'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SNXV8q-SxII/AAAAAAAAAJs/PJNQrZ0PAhg/s72-c/photo-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1797096267879430731</id><published>2008-09-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:59:53.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like I'm it</title><content type='html'>My book club buddy and doula, &lt;a href="http://www.5rips.typepad.com/"&gt;Sheridan&lt;/a&gt;, tagged me for this survey. I haven't done one of these things in a while, so I figured why not? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules to your blog&lt;br /&gt;3. Write 6 random things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have 1.5 chapters done on my fourth book.&lt;br /&gt;2. I just ate an apple with peanut butter for my mid-morning snack.&lt;br /&gt;3. Today I'm wearing my glasses instead of my contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;4. Five objects that are within reach here on the dining room table are: my FlipVideo, the baby monitor, PJ's appointment card for her 9 month well-baby check, the remote to Abby's GeoTrax train, and my peanut butter-smeared plate.&lt;br /&gt;5. There are currently eleven tabs open on my Firebox browser window.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a world-class procrastinator, evidenced by the fact that I just chose to spend 10 minutes on this blog instead of doing any of the hundred or so other things I really *ought* to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five people (I don't follow directions well, what can I say) I am tagging are: My &lt;a href="http://thestrobels.blogspot.com"&gt;sister-in-law Kelli&lt;/a&gt;, my friend &lt;a href="http://glaserfamilyrsm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcela&lt;/a&gt;, my friend &lt;a href="http://lucypants.blogspot.com"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, my brother &lt;a href="http://thestrobels.blogspot.com"&gt;Kyle&lt;/a&gt;, and my &lt;a href="http://www.beforethefactofgod.com"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1797096267879430731?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1797096267879430731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1797096267879430731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1797096267879430731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1797096267879430731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/looks-like-im-it.html' title='Looks like I&apos;m it'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7591489497587635207</id><published>2008-09-09T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:37:57.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It curls!</title><content type='html'>I was going to get it styled like I did when I first moved out here, but when Brooke started going at it we realized that it &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; curls when it's short. So, voila, the new me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMcWtkyRceI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PeFeJZzoTXk/s1600-h/Photo+446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMcWtkyRceI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PeFeJZzoTXk/s320/Photo+446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244185263320691170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7591489497587635207?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7591489497587635207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7591489497587635207&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7591489497587635207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7591489497587635207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-curls.html' title='It &lt;i&gt;curls!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMcWtkyRceI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PeFeJZzoTXk/s72-c/Photo+446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7878874906291307095</id><published>2008-09-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:39:43.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long long hair!</title><content type='html'>I've finally reached the end of my rope with my hair. Tomorrow at 2:30 it's getting HACKED and I'll send it in to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;. I'm going back to my super-short cut that I got when I first moved out here. I CAN'T WAIT. It's been way too long since I did something with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tune in tomorrow night for the results! Here's the BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMXT0a6sz-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ibn3RYfPNew/s1600-h/Photo+445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMXT0a6sz-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ibn3RYfPNew/s320/Photo+445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830238674997218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7878874906291307095?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7878874906291307095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7878874906291307095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7878874906291307095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7878874906291307095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-long-long-hair.html' title='So long long hair!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMXT0a6sz-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ibn3RYfPNew/s72-c/Photo+445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7429688871075240984</id><published>2008-09-05T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:02:45.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is what we've come to</title><content type='html'>We used to have a first amendment, if I remember correctly. And the freedom to assemble peacefully. &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2008/08/30/police_raids/index.html"&gt;Apparently not anymore.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our government has more in common with Nazi Germany these days than it does with our own Constitution. God save us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7429688871075240984?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7429688871075240984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7429688871075240984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7429688871075240984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7429688871075240984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-this-is-what-weve-come-to.html' title='So this is what we&apos;ve come to'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6734581802727288303</id><published>2008-09-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:04:32.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Pets, we love you...</title><content type='html'>One of Abby's favorite shows is The Wonder Pets. For those of you not hip to the toddler TV trends, The Wonder Pets are three preschool classroom pets--a duckling named Ming Ming, a turtle named Tuck, and a guinea pig named Linny--who rescue baby animals from various quandaries after the preschoolers have gone home for the day. There's lots of singing--it's sort of opera-ish, where they sing instead of talking (though not always) and the theme of the show is always teamwork--they always work together to save the baby animal, and always employ some outside-the-box solution which they used previously to put together the Fly Boat. It's a cute show, overall, despite the disturbing hints of gender identity issues Linny (supposedly a girl, but not quite) displays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been noticing lately how much Abby has picked up from this show. Anyone claiming kids aren't influenced by what they watch should just observe her for a week and see just how much--good and bad--she soaks up from this show. Some samples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's BIG into teamwork, which overall is a good thing, though not when you're trying to sweep or change the baby's diaper. She'll say, "I need some teamwork over here!" when she wants help, and while you're working together she'll make you sing the teamwork song from the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One of the episodes involved helping a baby rooster who didn't know how to crow loud enough to wake the farm. After they give him some suggestions, he says, "Okay! I'll cock-a-doodle do it!" This is now Abby's favorite thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lately she's talked about "being in trouble." I was confused for the longest time about what she meant since we never refer to her as being in trouble and, as far as I could remember, none of the shows she watches have characters who get in trouble, either. But just the other day I remembered one of the lines to the theme song is "There's an animal in trouble somewhere!" I realized she always says it when she's stuck or unable to get something to work right--like today, when trying to get her shoe on. "Mama, I got my foot in this one, but I in trouble with this other shoe because it keeps closing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In one of the shows, Ming Ming and Tuck get in a fight and Ming Ming sings, "I'm not going to talk to you anymore!" Well, now every once in a while Abby sings the same thing, complete with dismissive head-toss. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Wonder Pets always reward themselves with celery after a successful rescue. Now she eats celery. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dozens and dozens of "Hey! Like on Wonder Pets!" that occur throughout the day--animals we see (like the cranes at the Wild Animal Park), instruments (there was a mouse in a saxophone once, then we saw a sax on Riverdance), etc. I'm stunned sometimes by the details she remembers. Just one more reminder to watch our p's and q's around her. She's soaking it ALL in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6734581802727288303?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6734581802727288303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6734581802727288303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6734581802727288303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6734581802727288303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonder-pets-we-love-you.html' title='Wonder Pets, we love you...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5960654103246880948</id><published>2008-09-04T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:32:20.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>My apologies for all the spotty blogging lately; there's been a ton on both my mind and my plate and I just haven't had the energy to sit and write anything. But now that we're back from our vacation in La Jolla (which, in all honesty, wasn't all that relaxing) I feel ready to at least post some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off--make sure you received &lt;a href="http://community.icontact.com/p/alisonstrobel/newsletters/alisonstrobel/posts/your-august-issue-of-alisons-newsletter-life-in-the-balance-is-here"&gt;my newsletter from August 17th&lt;/a&gt;. If you know you signed up but don't think you got it, check your spam and it should be there. If you aren't sure if you signed up, go ahead and do it again--the system is smart and won't list you twice, so if you're already signed up you're not going to start getting multiple copies of the newsletter. And if you haven't signed up, then you can do it right now--just put your email address in the little box up there in the right-hand column and click the wee button. When your submission goes through I'll send you a copy of the August newsletter, and if you want you can read the &lt;a href="http://community.icontact.com/p/alisonstrobel/newsletters/alisonstrobel/posts/your-june-issue-of-alisons-newsletter-life-in-the-balance-is-here"&gt;the June issue in the archives&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off--I have officially begun working on book #4, and since I'm sick and tired of calling it Book #4, I hereby dub it with the working title of "Guilt." Though, to be completely accurate, I actually haven't started working on the book itself--I've just started the marketing for it. That's a kick--filling out a marketing packet for Zondervan for a book that doesn't exist yet except in my snowflake notes. Which ROCK, by the way: of the 5 things Zondervan (hereby called Z) requested in the marketing packet, 3 of them were steps in the snowflake and are thus already completed. A little cut-n-paste and I'm done. Woohoo! Unfortunately, one of the other things it asks for is 15-20 pages of completed manuscript that is representative of the whole of the book, and since I haven't started writing yet I am not only short 15-20 pages, I am clueless as to what section of the book would actually *be* a good representative of the whole. The marketing stuff is due in to Z on Oct. 1 so I've got some time to sort it out. And who knows--given how comprehensive the snowflake is, I may have half the book done by then! Wouldn't that be a trip?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third off--If you're ever in San Diego, you've GOT to go to the Wild Animal Park. We went the other day and had so much fun! Though I did learn some things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Wild Animal Park is nowhere near the Zoo, which is, of course, in San Diego. It is in Escondito, which is inland quite a bit. Therefore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ...when planning a trip to the Wild Animal Park, do NOT check the weather in San Diego and get all excited at the thought of a nice day in the mid-70's and decide to wear jeans. Because when you get to Escondito it will be 93 degrees and you will feel like a giant sweating pig by hour #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bring strollers for ALL children. Do not assume that the forward-facing carry you read about online will work with your sling and that your baby will want to be in it all day, thus freeing up the stroller for your toddler. And when you're on the Safari Walk for 45 minutes and are going up the third hill, your toddler is going to want to ride, or else be carried, and then you're really stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Prepare to be pleasantly surprised by the prices. No, it's not cheap, but it's not highway robbery the way some places are. And their kids' meal is awesome! (Though the bees will want to sample everything, too, which makes for a sort of dicey eating experience.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant sweating pig-ness aside, it was a fantastic day and we can't wait to go again. It's only about an hour from us here in RSM, and since we have annual Zoo passes we get free admission and parking, so there's no reason for us not to go back a bunch, especially before the crowds start picking up. We went on the day the public schools all started classes, so the place was really empty, and the parking attendant said it's usually pretty empty through October. We're going to just keep an eye on the Escondito weather and head down there on cool days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only two things Abby said she wanted to see while we were there were, "a cat and a giant chicken." All the big cats were in hiding because of the heat, but we did see some meerkats, which she seemed happy with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMBStHyjMLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uvssO3zjLYs/s1600-h/IMG_3432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMBStHyjMLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uvssO3zjLYs/s320/IMG_3432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242280901397917874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while there were no giant chickens to be found, there were flamingos aplenty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMBS8cdHXAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cBf4CVCXQSI/s1600-h/IMG_3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMBS8cdHXAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cBf4CVCXQSI/s320/IMG_3441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242281164643195906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw gorillas during feeding time--the trainer was atop their rocky enclosure and dropped whole bell peppers, corn on the cobs, and carrots to them, prompting Abby to say, "I want to be a monkey so you can throw food at me!" And there were tons of elephants, including one giving himself a bath, which Abby really enjoyed watching. Next time we go we're going to take the safari bus tour--can't wait for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5960654103246880948?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5960654103246880948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5960654103246880948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5960654103246880948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5960654103246880948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SMBStHyjMLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uvssO3zjLYs/s72-c/IMG_3432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6804115302283450292</id><published>2008-08-30T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:44:58.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkpoint 2</title><content type='html'>I'm so psyched. I just emailed my editor with my manuscript &lt;i&gt;two days early!&lt;/i&gt; I didn't think I'd get it done before mid-September, but I miscalculated the number of chapters I had (if by miscalculated you meant 'mistook the 3 in "Chapter 23" to be an 8') so I didn't need as much time as I thought I would. But coming down to the condo definitely sped up the process. It's not like I don't have to make meals, or do laundry (diaper laundry, anyway), or take care of the kids, but for some reason I find more time here to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next step is to start working on the marketing pack for book #4--and actually start writing book #4. FINALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6804115302283450292?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6804115302283450292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6804115302283450292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6804115302283450292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6804115302283450292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/08/checkpoint-2.html' title='Checkpoint 2'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2119117858365212903</id><published>2008-08-24T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:34:39.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you get it?</title><content type='html'>So it's been a week, and through the mighty powers of newsletter tracking, I can tell that some of you still haven't read your August issue of "Life in the Balance" yet. It's totally cool with me if you just haven't had the chance, or if you changed your mind and deleted it on sight, but I wanted to mention it in case it went to your spam without you knowing it. And if you haven't signed up for it yet and want to see what you're getting into when you register for it, then click &lt;a href="http://community.icontact.com/p/alisonstrobel/newsletters/alisonstrobel/posts/your-august-issue-of-alisons-newsletter-life-in-the-balance-is-here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the latest issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2119117858365212903?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2119117858365212903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2119117858365212903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2119117858365212903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2119117858365212903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-you-get-it.html' title='Did you get it?'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5680217428185772434</id><published>2008-08-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:34:47.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental illness and the church</title><content type='html'>A fellow writer and blogger, Julie Fidler, is currently working on a book about mental illness and the Christian church and needs a little help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm writing a book about mental illness &amp; the Church - what the Church has done right, what they've done wrong, what mental illness is, what it isn't, and how they need to improve in reaching out to the sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to interview people with mental illness (depression and/or everything else!) who have stories to tell about their experiences with church and other Christians, both good and bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fit that description and would be willing to talk with her, you can contact her at julie.fidler@live.com. She also posted about this on her &lt;a href="http://caffeinejesusandpontification.wordpress.com/2008/08/14/i-want-to-talk-to-you/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's pretty open about this on her blog, so I think it's okay for me to tell you that Julie herself has bi-polar, so you won't be talking to someone who is only working from a theory standpoint--she's been there, done that. Knowing that might make it easier for folks to contact her; you know she will relate to you in a way most of us never can. Good luck, Julie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5680217428185772434?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5680217428185772434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5680217428185772434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5680217428185772434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5680217428185772434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/08/mental-illness-and-church.html' title='Mental illness and the church'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1842791852717456923</id><published>2008-08-09T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:58:04.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>five years</title><content type='html'>Today is Dan's and my fifth wedding anniversary. We agreed no presents, but he got me one anyway, the goof--a silver linked-heart necklace that Penny has not once tried to grab while nursing, long may it last. Like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SJ4DeDjzWMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/sRmyP9hS0bc/s1600-h/Photo+416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SJ4DeDjzWMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/sRmyP9hS0bc/s320/Photo+416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232623631937525954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in Ventura for the weekend, and right now we're watching the Angels (yay!) versus the Yankees (boo!) but &lt;a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/mlb/player?categoryId=480345"&gt;my friend's husband&lt;/a&gt; is pitching for the Yankees (yay!) so its kinda hard not to cheer for him. He's doing really well, too (yay for him, boo for the Angels). Since we've gotten rid of cable we've never had the chance to see him pitch, so it's been a treat to see him on TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had wedding photos on this computer, but I guess not. I'll post one when we get back from Ventura...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1842791852717456923?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1842791852717456923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1842791852717456923&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1842791852717456923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1842791852717456923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/08/five-years.html' title='five years'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SJ4DeDjzWMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/sRmyP9hS0bc/s72-c/Photo+416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5218075632090603582</id><published>2008-08-04T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:20:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thought of the week</title><content type='html'>Mothers are proof that evolution did not bring us to where we are today. If it had, then by now we would have four arms, eyes in the back of our heads, and the ability to function on three hours of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5218075632090603582?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5218075632090603582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5218075632090603582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5218075632090603582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5218075632090603582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/08/deep-thought-of-week.html' title='Deep thought of the week'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-7888221389339976187</id><published>2008-08-02T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:40:52.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Spirituality, Part 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took the girls to the RSM lake to meet up with some friends. While we were there we ran into a woman I was in a small group with back before Abby was born. After she left, Abby said, "Who that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was Miss Lori. Mommy knew her before you were born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. I was with Jesus before I was born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*boggle* "Um...really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Penny Jane was, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PJ lived with Jesus too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before she was born?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. He's gone now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus is gone? Like, he's up in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've never said anything to her about her living with Jesus before being born. I have no idea where she came up with the idea. Unless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-7888221389339976187?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/7888221389339976187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=7888221389339976187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7888221389339976187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/7888221389339976187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/08/toddler-spirituality-part-2.html' title='Toddler Spirituality, Part 2'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-3325499552397157676</id><published>2008-07-30T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:49:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Spirituality</title><content type='html'>Abby's really into Jesus these days. One of her bedtime books is a collection of Bible stories about him written in very simply language. For the last week or so it's been the only book she wants to read at night (we typically read two), and she'll pick to a random title in the table of contents and we'll start there and read three of the stories. And then the other day she told Dan, "Jesus is coming over today. He's going to give me a hug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm teaching her the Lord's Prayer. We were praying it at naptime, and then praying our usual prayer at bedtime, but now she asks for the "Our Father prayer" anytime we pray. I say a line and she repeats it, but she's getting a few of them a little wrong. It's so cute. For example, every time I say "thy" she says "my" (for some reason I memorized it in King James language). She also says, "deliver us from eagles." And every time I say, "Lead us not into temptation" she'll say, "Like &lt;a href="http://bigidea.com/products/shows/shows_content.aspx?pid=57"&gt;Larry Boy&lt;/a&gt;!" (Thank you Veggie Tales.) And I started pronouncing "Amen" as "Ahmen" when we did the Lord's Prayer, and now if I say it with the long A sound like I used to, she'll say, "No, it's AH-men!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby has heard me sing Penny Jane's lullabies enough that she's learning the songs (plus she's heard all the songs on her Praise Baby DVDs for the last year or so), so now she sings them whenever the mood strikes her. One of the songs' lyrics is "Hallelujah, hallelujah, God is love." Abby pronounces it, "Haba-you-yuh," and when she sings along with me while I'm trying to put PJ down it's always a struggle not to start laughing, I just love how it sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-3325499552397157676?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3325499552397157676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=3325499552397157676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3325499552397157676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3325499552397157676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/07/toddler-spirituality.html' title='Toddler Spirituality'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-4263637851314487374</id><published>2008-07-27T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:47:45.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pens, highlighters, and notecards at the ready...</title><content type='html'>Guess what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SI1bieipBiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BixyKUGC5lg/s1600-h/Photo+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SI1bieipBiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BixyKUGC5lg/s320/Photo+404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227935390319052322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my third novel, &lt;i&gt;Reinventing Rachel&lt;/i&gt;, all 192 single-spaced pages of it. It is due in two months. Tomorrow I'm going to begin my edits. Woohoo! I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; being this far ahead of the game. All I need to do before I start is three-hole punch it, buy some highlighters, and pick up the editing flashcards (a.k.a. the checklists at the end of each chapter of &lt;i&gt;Self-Editing for Fiction Writers&lt;/i&gt;) I had laminated today at Staples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you've been paying attention, you know that I wasn't supposed to start editing until next week. Well, I decided to tweak my schedule a little. I finished the snowflake method for the fourth book a couple nights ago, but I decided not to start writing because I have a feeling I'm going to get really into it, and I didn't want to set myself up for frustration by starting something I wasn't going to be able to finish. I'd rather set the snowflake aside, edit ReRa, and then come back and reread the snowflake and insert the information I've gathered from the research I still need to do and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; start writing. I also decided to take on &lt;a href="http://www.diaperswappers.com/forum/showthread.php?t=497273&amp;highlight=gdiaper+cloth+inserts"&gt;a sewing project&lt;/a&gt; because I'm just not busy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-4263637851314487374?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/4263637851314487374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=4263637851314487374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4263637851314487374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/4263637851314487374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/07/pens-highlighters-and-notecards-at.html' title='Pens, highlighters, and notecards at the ready...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SI1bieipBiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BixyKUGC5lg/s72-c/Photo+404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8011942479375320550</id><published>2008-07-19T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:37:48.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkpoint 1</title><content type='html'>Today was the first checkpoint on my six-month schedule. I am happy (and surprised, frankly) to announce that I indeed finished mapping out the scenes for Book 4! (I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; have to figure out a title for this book.) I didn't think I'd make it since I'd missed a big part of the process and had to set the scene stuff aside to go do it, but I actually finished it Thursday night. However, when I made that schedule I did so assuming I was going to skip the last step in the snowflake process, but I've decided to really stick to it and do it all the way. So I doubt I'll get the first 10% done by August 2 like I'd planned. But, then again, this whole experience has been one happy surprise after another so far, so who knows, maybe it'll work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's brother-in-law is here with his family for the weekend. They're Las Vegas folks (North Las Vegas, to be specific) but they're Disneyland fanatics, so they're in town to purchase season tickets. I'm going to get pictures while they're here of their son Simon (who's 5) with Abby, because they look so much like siblings; same with their 6-month-old Gavin and Penny Jane. It's bizarre, really, how much they look alike. There is zero resemblance between me and my cousins, so it really cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids are in bed, Dan and Andrew are holed up in Dan's office playing XBox games, and Amber is, I think, tucking herself into the Aerobed, so I'm going to take advantage of the solitude and get going on the last step of the snowflake process. I can't say enough about this concept--if you're a novelist you absolutely MUST &lt;a href="http://www.advancedfictionwriting.com/info/snowflake/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;. It's ten bucks and worth every penny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8011942479375320550?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8011942479375320550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8011942479375320550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8011942479375320550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8011942479375320550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/07/checkpoint-1.html' title='Checkpoint 1'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-3316637966462562286</id><published>2008-07-14T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:38:37.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Abby said today</title><content type='html'>Abby: "I want a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You want to *be* a baby? Or you *want* a baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby: "I want a baby. In my beebo (bellybutton, a.k.a. tummy). I want to be a mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on her face when she said it...oh my goodness, I nearly cried. It was so precious. She just looked so &lt;i&gt;sincere&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-3316637966462562286?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3316637966462562286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=3316637966462562286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3316637966462562286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3316637966462562286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-abby-said-today.html' title='What Abby said today'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6120614365738375534</id><published>2008-07-14T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:09:04.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check your email!</title><content type='html'>Go ahead, go take a look, I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert elevator music here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the friendly reminder from me and my newsletter? You didn't?! Oh dear--that means either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) It went in your spam folder--quick, go check! Is it there? Mark it as not spam so you don't miss anything else! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) You're not signed up for my newsletter. And really, what excuse do you have? You don't *like* insights into the writing process, or hearing about awesome women who are doing cool things to stay home with their kids, or entering ridiculously easy contests to win fantastic prizes? Maybe you just missed the sign-up box in the right-hand column of the blog, and just didn't happen to see the posts back in June about the first issue being sent out. It's okay, we all make mistakes. Go sign up and I'll forgive you. Then check out &lt;a href="http://community.icontact.com/p/alisonstrobel/newsletters/alisonstrobel/posts/your-june-issue-of-alisons-newsletter-life-in-the-balance-is-here"&gt;the archives&lt;/a&gt; to see last month's issue and to enter the contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're thinking, "Waitaminit--I *did* sign up for the newsletter, but I never got it!" then that means it went to your spam, just like my reminder most likely did. Oops! The next issue releases in mid-August, so be on the lookout for it so you don't miss it. And until then, you can check the first issue at &lt;a href="http://community.icontact.com/p/alisonstrobel/newsletters/alisonstrobel/posts/your-june-issue-of-alisons-newsletter-life-in-the-balance-is-here"&gt;the archives&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6120614365738375534?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6120614365738375534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6120614365738375534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6120614365738375534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6120614365738375534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-your-email.html' title='Check your email!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2733678314045528789</id><published>2008-07-05T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:09:12.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The itch</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago I completed the last character sketch for my next book. I even modified the approach by writing each character's backstory in their own voice starting at the point where they enter the story. I think it helped me to create a unique voice for each one of them; I tend to make all my characters sound alike. (At least, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; think they do.) The next step is to actually plot out every scene in a big spreadsheet. I love spreadsheets. I'm excited to have a reason to open Excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The itch to start writing has begun to, well, itch. This is the point when I gave up on the snowflake method when writing &lt;i&gt;Reinventing Rachel.&lt;/i&gt; Actually, if I'm honest, I slapped together some pretty half-baked character sketches for ReRa because of the dang itch, so it's safe to say I've gotten much further this time. I've never outlined with this much depth, and my little inner voice is complaining that this is too formulaic and all the creativity is getting sucked out of the process. Which is so not true. If anything, I'll be able to be MORE creative because I won't have to stop every five minutes to figure out where exactly I want this or that scene to go, what's going to come next, etc. But regardless, it's getting more and more difficult to focus on the process because I want to &lt;i&gt;write&lt;/i&gt; already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also not helping that I'm completely stuck as to how to start the story. I'm eager to get out my spreadsheet, but I don't have any idea what to put in it yet. Actually, that's not quite true--I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know about some of the scenes, but they're further on in the story, and I have a very hard time approaching a book in a non-linear way. (Diana Gabaldon, who writes the unputdownable Outlander series, supposedly writes her books by just writing random scenes and assembling them together later. I CANNOT fathom that process. Talk about messy!) Even though I have those scenes in mind, I can't bring myself to enter them into the scene spreadsheet until everything that's supposed to come before them is there. Maybe I'll be able to push myself in that area with the next book, but not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wracking my brain to come up with the right entry point into the story, but I think once I do the story will unfold pretty easily. My revised schedule for the rest of the year (I can't believe I'm planning out six months worth of work; I've never planned out more than a couple weeks at a time!) is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 19: scene spreadsheet completed&lt;br /&gt;August 2: First 10% of story completed&lt;br /&gt;August 3-31: edit ReRa and work on marketing ideas&lt;br /&gt;September 1: turn in ReRa to Cook Publishing&lt;br /&gt;September: 1-30: write 20% more of story (30% cumulative) and complete marketing pack for book 4&lt;br /&gt;October 1: turn in marketing pack to Zondervan&lt;br /&gt;October 1-31: write 25% more on book 4 (55% cumulative), work on ReRa edits with editor&lt;br /&gt;November 1-30: write 25% more on book 4 (80% cumulative), work on ReRa edits&lt;br /&gt;December 1-31: complete book 4, work on ReRa edits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can stick to this, then I can set book 4 aside for all of January, start outlining book 5, and then come back to book 4 in February to edit before turning it in March 1. Am I completely insane for thinking I can do this? Especially given holidays, and travel, and parenting, and life in general? I don't know, truly. We'll see. Right now, however, I need to figure out my opening scene for the book--and my next move on &lt;a href="http://www.scrabulous.com"&gt;Scrabulous&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.haikuoftheday.com"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt; is kicking my butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2733678314045528789?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2733678314045528789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2733678314045528789&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2733678314045528789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2733678314045528789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/07/itch.html' title='The itch'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-268959935428909284</id><published>2008-06-23T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:35:59.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on here right now:</title><content type='html'>Abby is cleaning the family room. No one asked her to, we weren't talking about how it needed to be tidied--we were just sitting here and she started picking things up and putting them away. And in the right places! Well, most things, anyway--the towel doesn't belong on PJ's playmat, but whatever. Dan and I are biting our tongues trying not to laugh or to catch her eye--she almost always stops doing cute things as soon as she discovers she's being watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I can't believe she's doing this. Adorable. And very helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-268959935428909284?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/268959935428909284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=268959935428909284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/268959935428909284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/268959935428909284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-going-on-here-right-now.html' title='What&apos;s going on here right now:'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5953659020884507605</id><published>2008-06-21T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:09:27.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Tiffany!</title><content type='html'>I know &lt;a href="http://www.tiffanyhullmusic.com"&gt;Tiffany Hull&lt;/a&gt; from my days at Axis, the now-defunct Gen X ministry at Willow Creek. Her husband was my boss when I was the Axis administrator, and Tiffany sang with the band. I just reconnected with them of Facebook, and just found out Tiffany is this up-and-coming awesome singer/songwriter! (Not that I'm surprised.) Anyway, there's this big vote going on right now for bands to play at Lollapalooza, so go &lt;a href="http://www.sonicbids.com/lollapalooza08/BandProfile.aspx?candidate_id=3989"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and vote for Tiffany right now--the deadline for voting is tomorrow, June 22. There are four rounds and this is just the first--if she makes it to the next round I'll be sure to post so we can all go vote again. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Tiffany go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5953659020884507605?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5953659020884507605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5953659020884507605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5953659020884507605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5953659020884507605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/vote-for-tiffany.html' title='Vote for Tiffany!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1549845632984440746</id><published>2008-06-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:09:46.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording them for posterity...</title><content type='html'>Abby toppled off her training potty (which gets a lot more use as a stool than a potty), and said, "Whoa--that was scary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby: "Yeah--my tummy jumped!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk into Dan's office the other morning and Abby points to the print he'd hung on the wall the night before after she was in bed (same picture shown on this &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/dailypaul/product/235053390531393277"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/a&gt;) and says, "Hey--that's Ron Paul!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and I had lunch with my mom the other day and Abby tried some of Mom's salad. When Dan asked her later what she had for lunch she said, "I had salad, but I didn't like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: “No?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby (leaning in close and whispering): “It was too juicy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1549845632984440746?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1549845632984440746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1549845632984440746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1549845632984440746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1549845632984440746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/recording-them-for-posterity.html' title='Recording them for posterity...'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-5842858612844506428</id><published>2008-06-17T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:29:50.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book tour: Copper Fire by Suzanne Fisher</title><content type='html'>Suzanne Woods Fisher’s just-released historical novel Copper Fire, is the sequel to the three-time award-winning Copper Star, a World War II love story inspired by true events. That wasn't her first writing gig, however. Fisher was a contributing editor to Christian Parenting Today magazine. Her work has appeared in Today’s Christian Woman, Worldwide Challenge, ParentLife, and Marriage Partnership. She has contributed to ten non-fiction books, including Chicken Soup for the Soul: Children with Special Needs. A wife and mother, Fisher lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. The best thing about being a writer, she feels, is that all of life becomes material for writing. It’s all grit for the oyster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne can be found at www.suzannewoodsfisher.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the month of June, Suzanne is running a book-a-day-giveaway contest. To enter, scoot on over to her blog (www.suzannewoodsfisher.blogspot.com) to pop her an e-mail: Suzanne@suzannewoodsfisher.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for some random questions for our visiting author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Tell us about Copper Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWF:  Copper Fire is the sequel to Copper Star, picking right up at the very end of World War II. On a summer day in 1945, my main character, Louisa, receives a telegram from the International Red Cross Tracing Service. She discovers that her cousin, Elisabeth, has just been released from Dachau. Louisa is determined to go to Germany to get Elisabeth…and that’s where the story begins.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who was the naughtiest kid in your elementary school and what did he or she&lt;br /&gt;do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWF: A boy named Hugo who had hair like Bozo the Clown. He argued with everybody, including teachers. He’s probably a brilliant diplomat by now.  All of that experience with conflict resolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: How do you get yourself out of a funk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWF: I try to distract myself so that I can see the situation more objectively.  I pray a lot, too, and find that I receive wonderful counseling advice that way.  Free, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWF: “Everybody is talented, original and has something important to say.”  Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write (published in 1938), Graywolf Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you tell us what’s on your desk right now? What can readers look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWF: In late August, Grit from the Oyster: 250 Pearls of Wisdom for Aspiring Writers, will be released from Vintage Spirit. I wrote Grit with three other very talented authors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another piece of great news! I just received a contract from Revell/Baker for a non-fiction book called Amish Peace in an English Life. It won’t be out until 2010…but ‘everything Amish’ is filling up my head right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me visit, Alison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Suzanne on-line at www.suzannewoodsfisher.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copper Star (ISBN: 0-9793327-4-5) and Copper Fire (ISBN: 978-0-981-5592-0-9) are available at Amazon or other on-line booksellers, at Suzanne’s website, or can be ordered through your favorite bookstore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-5842858612844506428?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/5842858612844506428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=5842858612844506428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5842858612844506428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/5842858612844506428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-tour-copper-fire-by-suzanne-fisher.html' title='Book tour: Copper Fire by Suzanne Fisher'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2548035891835409708</id><published>2008-06-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:30:49.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Daddy Day to all the papas out there. Hope you got lots of hugs and breakfast in bed. Or whatever floats your boat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2548035891835409708?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2548035891835409708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2548035891835409708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2548035891835409708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2548035891835409708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-3319647133145225315</id><published>2008-06-14T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:00:48.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The newsletter launches tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>We have articles! We have inspiration! We have contests! Really, what else could you ask for in an author newsletter? Readers and writers alike will find something of interest and benefit in this bi-monthly offering. Sign up here on the blog (check out the right-hand margin) or on my &lt;a href="http://www.alisonstrobel.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. You don't want to miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-3319647133145225315?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3319647133145225315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=3319647133145225315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3319647133145225315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3319647133145225315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/newsletter-launches-tomorrow.html' title='The newsletter launches tomorrow!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1463560680407630396</id><published>2008-06-08T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:24:21.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And......cut!</title><content type='html'>It's done! I can officially say I have authored three novels. This afternoon I wrote the last words on Reinventing Rachel, a book I started so long ago that I can't remember exactly when. It's the first of at least two books I'll be publishing with David C. Cook, and is set to release sometime next year. Final stats: 192 single-spaced pages in 12-point Lucida Grande font, 89,490 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the most difficult book to write so far because of the lack of consistency in my writing schedule and other little things like having a baby. :) I'd sometimes go weeks between writing opportunities, which made it difficult to keep track of what was going on plot-wise and really messed with detail continuity. The major lesson learned from this book is that I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; have a writing schedule that allows me to write at least every other day. Given that my next book is due in March and I've not even outlined it yet, I'm going to have to really keep to that schedule to get it done in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying something new with this book as well, in terms of my approach to the craft. I'm going to completely set this book aside, start working on my researching and outlining for the next project, and then come back to it around August to edit. With my last two books the editing was funky: With &lt;i&gt;Worlds Collide&lt;/i&gt; I didn't know what I was doing, and I was more concerned with cutting words (they wanted me to slash forty thousand words! I managed twenty thousand and luckily they were okay with that) than with tightening story or working on word crafting. With &lt;i&gt;Violette Between&lt;/i&gt; I scrapped the entire manuscript, save for one scene, three months before my deadline, so all I was concerned about was getting the thing written, and again, there was no time to actually work on the crafting. This time I have time to spare, and I want to use it wisely. I'm going to have a few pros read through it and look at specific areas I want to work on so I can get their feedback and suggestions, and then in August I'm going to go through the whole thing myself on paper, rather than on the computer, and make the changes they suggest as well as look for things I want to improve. I'm also going to take some time over the summer go to through Self-Editing for Fiction Writers so I can work on my editing skills. It's so much easier to work on someone else's stuff; I really need to work on looking at my own work with a critical editor's lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, this week, I'm taking a break from writing entirely. Well, from writing books, anyway. I'm going to be collaborating with someone on an article that we can hopefully get in some local papers about the loss of choice women in Orange County are facing due to the closing of the only maternity ward in the county that allows midwives to deliver. We're hoping to get at least one local hospital to bring these midwives on, though ideally they'd get privileges at all the area hospitals. I'm also going to work on Penny Jane's journal. I'm keeping a journal for both girls, talking about their development, my thoughts on what it's like to be their mother, etc., and I haven't even started Penny's yet! I need to update Abby's as well. And I'm going to read a lot this week, too. My book club is reading &lt;i&gt;My Antonia&lt;/i&gt; this month, and my friend &lt;a href="http://lucypants.blogspot.com"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt; and I are reading through &lt;i&gt;Desiring God&lt;/i&gt; by John Piper. I'm reading the introduction right now and it's fascinating. It's about "Christian Hedonism." If the rest of the book is anything like the intro, I'm going to love it. And I'm going to have lots of time to read, too--we're going to Ventura on Thursday and staying through Father's Day, which means Abby will be off frolicking in the garden and den with Greena and Par and I will be free to read to my heart's content! Throw in one last pass through a manuscript we're editing and I've got a pretty full week, but one I'm looking forward to because I'm doing it all without my book hanging over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1463560680407630396?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1463560680407630396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1463560680407630396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1463560680407630396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1463560680407630396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/andcut.html' title='And......cut!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-9151993166630150471</id><published>2008-06-07T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:40:18.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What she said</title><content type='html'>Lately Abby's been having this conversation on the phone, over and over: "Hello? Oh, &lt;i&gt;hi&lt;/i&gt;...oh yeah?...*laugh* Great!...okay, buh-bye."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who are you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Abby: There's an angel on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really? What angel?&lt;br /&gt;Abby: Mary's angel.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, what did he say?&lt;br /&gt;Abby: Mary's having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell we've been reading her Jesus storybook a lot lately? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other cute things she's said lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(upon realizing one of her socks had fallen off) "Lookit, Mommy, I have a sock and a foot! I take off the other one--I want to wear only feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, with phone to her ear: Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Abby, holding up a finger: Wait a second, I'm on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hugging her sippy cup) "It's okay, I gotcha baby, I gotcha," followed by little soft hums and pat-pats on the cup's "back." She mimics the tone I use with Penny Jane exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-9151993166630150471?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/9151993166630150471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=9151993166630150471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/9151993166630150471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/9151993166630150471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-she-said.html' title='What she said'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-6976156648765300104</id><published>2008-06-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:24:18.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do your part!</title><content type='html'>This is frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under proposed Assembly Bill 10942, NY surrenders its control of public health and makes every vaccination recomended by the CDC's Advisory Committee on Immunization Practices mandatory.  For the first time, vaccination of infants and toddlers becomes mandatory.  Under this proposed law, there will be NO exemptions for any reason. Even if a child has previously had an adverse reaction to, or has a genetic disposition towards heightened sensitivity to, vaccines the child will not be exempted. These are the actions of a police state, and there's no reason why other states won't eventually follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to stick up for those children--AND our own. Regardless of what you think about the safety and necessity of vaccines, you need to realize that the state SHOULD NOT be able to force you to make decisions about your health and the health of your children. Your body and your child do not belong to the state. (Yet.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click &lt;a href="http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/t/1128/campaign.jsp?campaign_KEY=21833"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to send a letter to NY legislators. You don't have to be a citizen of New York to tell them what you think. The bigger stink we make, the better--and the less likely other states will be to try to tangle with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: just because your freedom isn't being attacked doesn't mean it won't be eventually. Fight for the citizens of New York, and when the time comes, maybe they'll return the favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-6976156648765300104?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/6976156648765300104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=6976156648765300104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6976156648765300104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/6976156648765300104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-your-part.html' title='Do your part!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1197876458374386618</id><published>2008-06-02T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:59:59.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook, how I love thee</title><content type='html'>Good grief, I'm spending way too much time on Facebook. It is way too addicting. And since all my favorite blogs are starting to go offline (Haiku Mama, please don't leave me!) I have a wee bit of extra time to spend on things like sending pretend plants to my friends and getting my butt kicked at Scrabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I haven't been spending nearly as much time on Facebook as I could be because I've been writing like the dickens trying to get this blasted book done. And I'm so close! I'm guessing 3-5 chapters left. Then I take a five minute break before jumping into the next book, or rather, into outlining the next book, since at this point I have lots of ideas in my head and absolutely nothing on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting together the first newsletter--have you signed up yet??? I've gotten some pretty good entries for the "Name the Newsletter" contest, but if I don't have your idea yet, there's still time to submit it! The first issue launches Father's Day, so get your submission in by Saturday the 14th--let's say noon PST so I have time to agonize over which name to choose. Don't forget, winner gets prizes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1197876458374386618?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1197876458374386618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1197876458374386618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1197876458374386618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1197876458374386618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/06/facebook-how-i-love-thee.html' title='Facebook, how I love thee'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-3867047239926783112</id><published>2008-05-23T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:33:08.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm it!</title><content type='html'>Julie over at &lt;a href="http://joyhope.blogspot.com"&gt;Joy's Hope&lt;/a&gt; (the WAHM I mentioned in my last blog) tagged me for this little survey. Haven't gotten one of these in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I was doing 10 years ago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, 1998. Well, if we get specific and say May of 1998, then I was packing up my gear down at U of Illinois in preparation for moving home for the summer. I'd just finished my second junior year (or first senior year--I was on the 5 year plan thanks to my stint abroad in Scotland the year before), ended a rebound relationship I had no business being in in the first place, and was preparing to start an internship with the Axis ministry at Willow Creek Church. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five things on my to-do list today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm in La Jolla today and not home, I don't really have a to-do list--this is like a mini vacation. Were I at home, the list would be pretty mundane: get the dishes done, clear up the kitchen, figure out something decent for dinner, try to get some writing in, spend way too much time on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snacks I enjoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, this is just cruel to ask--it makes me think of all the things I can't have now that I'm dairy-free. Big ol' bowl of cereal, cheese puffs, chocolate...hold on while I mop up this drool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I would do if I were a millionaire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relocate. Bail some folks I know out of debt. Donate to a handful of ministries. That's probably it. A million bucks doesn't go as far as you'd think when you start to really calculate. If I were a MULTI-millionaire the list would be amended to say "a lot" instead of "a handful" of ministries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many people I'm supposed to tag, but I'll tag my &lt;a href="http://beforethefaceofgod.wordpress.com"&gt;hubsters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lucypants.blogspot.com"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thestrobels.blogspot.com"&gt;Kelli, and Kyle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-3867047239926783112?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/3867047239926783112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=3867047239926783112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3867047239926783112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/3867047239926783112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-1837214995984169491</id><published>2008-05-21T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:32:34.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The newsletter!</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally taking the leap and creating a newsletter. It's something I've been contemplating for a while, and since I've never been busier in my life than I am right now, it seemed logical to throw caution to the wind and pile one more spoonful of potato salad onto the overflowing buffet plate that is my life. Why not, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first issue will come out this June, and at this point it will be a bi-monthly affair. Every issue will have a contest (with fun prizes!), an article, Q &amp; A, book release and writing news, book reviews and recommendations, and the WAHMmy Corner, which will profile one or two Work At Home Moms who make awesome stuff that everyone should know about. I've developed a heart for WAHMs lately, not only because I am one and I know how hard it is to balance work and motherhood, but because I want those moms to be able to continue staying home with their babies, and the more customers they get, the more likely it is they'll be able to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first contest is starting now, before the first issue even releases. My newsletter needs a name! So sign up to receive it, then put on your thinking cap, get creative, and &lt;a href="http://alisonstrobel.com/contact.php"&gt;send me your idea&lt;/a&gt;. The winner will be announced in the first issue, and the prize is a signed copy of &lt;i&gt;Worlds Collide&lt;/i&gt; and a movie pass pack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know of a WAHM who deserves international recognition? Have a question for the Q &amp; A column? &lt;a href="http://alisonstrobel.com/contact.php"&gt;Email me!&lt;/a&gt; And don't forget to sign up--the form is in the sidebar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-1837214995984169491?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/1837214995984169491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=1837214995984169491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1837214995984169491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/1837214995984169491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/05/newsletter.html' title='The newsletter!'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8899938721840063827</id><published>2008-05-19T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:15:04.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHMs rock! (edited to correct a url)</title><content type='html'>My foray into the world of cloth diapering has made me much more aware of just how many mamas are out there busting their butts to work from home so they can stay with their babies. I can't tell you how many hundreds of diaper brands there are out there, but only a small percentage of them are companies. The rest are moms who decided to make diapers the way they wanted them, and then started selling them to others who liked their approach and style. Discovering all these WAHMs (work at home moms) has made me want to buy from them whenever I can, be it for diapers, or nursing covers, or wet bags (for dirty cloth diapers), nursing pads, whatever. I know what a tremendous blessing it is for me to be able to stay home with our girls, and I want to help those moms however I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that end, when I start my newsletter (yes, I'm starting a newsletter! More on that later!), I'm going to feature one or two WAHMs in each issue so you can show them a little love the next time you're in need of what they're making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, here's a WAHM I just learned of when my friend Marcela gave me one of her wares as a baby gift. I thought this was just one of the cutest ideas ever: it's a picnic pack for a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like all folded up and velcro-d closed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SDHXAF9kvGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tsFrMrhMXy8/s1600-h/Photo+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SDHXAF9kvGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tsFrMrhMXy8/s320/Photo+164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202175441190042722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you open it up, it has pockets with all these goodies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SDHXQl9kvHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DaqTAMEjHQQ/s1600-h/Photo+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SDHXQl9kvHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DaqTAMEjHQQ/s320/Photo+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202175724657884274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a bib (handmade in matching fabric), a pack of rice cereal, two jars of baby food, a spoon, and wet wipes to tackle the post-meal mess. How brilliant is that? And how adorable is that fabric?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie is the mastermind behind this project, and her store is located at hallelulu.etsy.com. She's in the middle of restocking her supply, but she also has some other great products available at her other store, joyshope.etsy.com. Super cute and creative stuff, and fantastic gift ideas. She's going to be launching a new website this summer; I'll include it in my newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know of a WAHM whose products deserve a wider audience? Leave a comment with their contact info and I'll consider them for a newsletter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8899938721840063827?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8899938721840063827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8899938721840063827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8899938721840063827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8899938721840063827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/05/wahms-rock.html' title='WAHMs rock! (edited to correct a url)'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SDHXAF9kvGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tsFrMrhMXy8/s72-c/Photo+164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-113175666720534380</id><published>2008-05-18T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:18:25.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace Me by Lisa Samson</title><content type='html'>My homegirl Lisa has a new book out! She rocks! Go buy it! Here's the CFBA blurb for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595542108"&gt;Embrace Me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Samson is a Christy Award-winning author of 19 books, including the Women of the Faith Novel of the Year, Quaker Summer. Lisa has been hailed by Publishers Weekly as "a talented novelist who isn't afraid to take risks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Embrace Me, the latest novel by acclaimed author Lisa Samson, readers are privy to the realization that regardless of outward appearances…hideous, attractive, or even ordinary…people are all looking for the same things: love, forgiveness, and redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story explores a world that is neither comfortable nor safe, a world that people like Valentine know all too well. Masterfully crafted by Samson and populated by her most compelling cast of characters yet. It is a tale of forgiveness that extends into all spheres of life: forgiving others, forgiving oneself, forgiving the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in Lexintgon, Kentucky, with her husband and three kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biting and gentle, hard-edged and hopeful...a beautiful fable of love and power, hiding and seeking, woundedness and redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a "lizard woman," a self-mutilating preacher, a tattooed monk, and a sleazy lobbyist find themselves in the same North Carolina town one winter, their lives are edging precariously close to disaster...and improbably close to grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine, due to her own drastic self-disfigurement, has very few friends in this world, and it appears as if she may be destined to spend the rest of her life practically alone. But life gives her one good friend, Lella, whose own handicap puts her in the same freakish category as Valentine. As part of Roland's Wayfaring Marvel and Oddities Show, a traveling band of misfits, they seem to have found their niches in an often curiously cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residing in a world where masks are mandatory, Valentine has a hard time removing hers, because of her disfigured face but more so because of her damaged soul. It is much easier for her to listen endlessly to different versions of a favorite song, Embraceable You, and escape reality. Yet, life has more in store for her when she meets Augustine, replete with the tattoos, dreadlocks, and his own secrets. With his arrival, Valentine's soul takes a turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-113175666720534380?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/113175666720534380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=113175666720534380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/113175666720534380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/113175666720534380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/05/embrace-me-by-lisa-samson.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Embrace Me&lt;/i&gt; by Lisa Samson'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-8641652219293180107</id><published>2008-05-14T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:22:25.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>Head colds SUCK. This one whammed me around 3 this afternoon after a few days of being a small, mildly irritating cold. Now I can barely hear, my head is all pressure-y, and my throat is chronically dry. I sang all Abby's lullabies an octave lower than usual and kept having to swallow back coughing spells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zicam, do your thing!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-8641652219293180107?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/8641652219293180107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=8641652219293180107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8641652219293180107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/8641652219293180107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10782155.post-2513995246082286762</id><published>2008-05-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:27:32.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight million things</title><content type='html'>Alright, so, eight million is a bit of an exaggeration, but that's what it feels like. It's been forever since I've had time to sit down and blog more than a brief note. Hopefully I'll remember everything I've been wanting to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abby prays on her own now at nap and bedtime. It's so cute the things she thinks to say thank you for. The other day she included outside, the swingset, the gardeners, and Jesus. Tonight when she was done she said, "Jesus loves me!" So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.janaalayra.com"&gt;Jana Alayra&lt;/a&gt; concert last weekend. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe75F9ku-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/XgDVSCdthzs/s1600-h/IMG_3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe75F9ku-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/XgDVSCdthzs/s320/IMG_3070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199330884349901794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have children between the ages of about 18 months and 8 years, I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend her stuff. They're such great songs, super catchy, and the concert DVDs (at least the second one, I haven't seen the first) are really fun. She does all these hand motions to the songs, and Abby walks around doing them as best she can and singing in her monotone alto. Adorable. They perform all over the country; if they're ever in your area you totally have to go. Anyway...we got there super early so I could get in line for the first-come, first-served seating. The girls napped in the car and I wrote thank you notes and read. I was first in line, which was awesome, because we wanted to get close enough to let Abby feel like she was a part of the action without having to go down into the mosh pit of children, which of course she would never do. She was pretty overwhelmed by the whole experience; this was her pose for the majority of the concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe8rl9ku_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4qOqZMYXn4s/s1600-h/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe8rl9ku_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4qOqZMYXn4s/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199331751933295602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though towards the end she did start doing some of the motions very small in front of her. I think she enjoyed it, though; at least, she says she did, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ron Paul is coming to San Diego on the 23rd! He's doing a book signing somewhere in Balboa Park. We're getting decked out (kids too!) in RP gear and going down to see him.  I can't wait to meet him. I'm going to bring a copy of &lt;i&gt;Violette Between&lt;/i&gt; for his wife. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I just found &lt;a href="http://www.shoutlife.com/alisonstrobel"&gt;ShoutLife&lt;/a&gt;. If you're on it, send me a friend invite! I'm giving up on MySpace; it's too overwhelming for me. ShoutLife is a Christian version--or at least, a much more safe version, you don't have to be Christian to join, but they're strict on appropriateness of photos, etc. I can't believe how many friends requests I got on MySpace from totally skanked-out women. Hello!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm in the home stretch for my current WIP. Chapter 18 is mere paragraphs from completion, and I think I'll have about 27 altogether, so that's less than 100 pages left to go! Woohoo! My chapters have come out surprisingly even in length, especially considering I don't plan the out ahead of time. They're all between 9 and 11 pages long. I'm over 70,000 words, so I'll be just over 100,000. Right on target! Way past when I'd hoped to complete it, though, but oh well. I've been putting a lot of thought into the next book, so as soon as I wrap up this one I should be able to jump in and start with it. No title yet, though, which is weird; typically titles come to me right away when I start thinking about a book. This one, though, hasn't offered up anything yet. It actually makes it a little harder for me to connect with it when I don't have a proper name for it. "Untitled" or "Current MS" just don't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My friend &lt;a href="http://lucypants.blogspot.com"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt; recently made the jump to cloth diapers for her son, who is a few months younger than Abby. She has completely inspired me. As she points out in one of the first posts she wrote about her decision, the #2 landfill item is diapers. Every single one ever worn is still out there, not any more decomposed than it was when it was first thrown away. GROSS. So even though we're probably not that far from being potty trained (I HOPE), we're making the switch for Abby, too, and once I'm comfortable with the process, for Penelope Jane, too. I just bought my first diaper, which should arrive on Tuesday or Wednesday. Yay! But I'm not stopping there. I'm aiming to stop using paper towels, tissues, and disposable napkins as well. I'm actually going to get out my sewing machine, get it serviced (I don't know WHAT I'm doing wrong, but the thread keeps getting messed up in the bobbin case when I use it), and going to work making my own kitchen cloths, hankies, and napkins. I mean, why not, right? And while I'm at it I'm going to FINALLY get the curtains made for my office, and once Dan's done with class (less than two weeks left in the semester, yay!) we're going to put up the shelves we bought at IKEA an embarrassingly long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For some reason, over the last two or three weeks I've had a major energy shift. I finally reached my personal limit for being lazy, for procrastinating, for shying away from the mundane tasks I just couldn't be bothered with. I know I'm supposed to have less time and energy now that I have another baby, but it's just not true. I'm exercising, I'm cooking dinner, I'm going to the farmer's market again, I'm writing nearly every day, I'm planning an insane amount of sewing, I'm reading my Bible again...it's awesome, I'm so psyched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We got our new swing set! Old, crappy, screws-jumping-out-of-it set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe7C19ku8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JECK9y_39MM/s1600-h/old+set.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe7C19ku8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JECK9y_39MM/s320/old+set.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199329952341998530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New, stable, doesn't-give-you-splinters-or-move-when-you-swing set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe7qF9ku9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/em1xdIRWCE0/s1600-h/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe7qF9ku9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/em1xdIRWCE0/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199330626651864018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little house at the bottom has much potential; I can just imagine the girls eating lunch out there on rainy days. Here's Abby in there with her buddy Bryson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe9xV9kvAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9mrDolSSFdY/s1600-h/AJ+and+Bryson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe9xV9kvAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9mrDolSSFdY/s320/AJ+and+Bryson.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199332950229171202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A couple weeks back on Dancing With The Stars, they had some of the Riverdance performers on doing a number in between announcements of who was in danger of getting kicked off. They also had two kid couples who were contestants in their junior championship. Abby FELL IN LOVE with Riverdance and those two couples. Most mornings we watch that five or six times before our usual Blue's Clues. And now when we watch it she dances around the living room. "Wow--the feet are so fast!" she says when they show the Riverdance people. For Mother's Day Dan bought me a two-disc Riverdance performance, so Abby and I started watching it this morning. I LOVE that show. I've seen it five times, I think--London, Edinburgh, Chicago, and twice here. I saw the London show the first week I moved out to the UK in college, and listened to the soundtrack the whole year I was there, so now whenever I hear it I'm thrown back to my funky little room in Maclay Hall up on Park Terrace in Kelvingrove Park. Ah, the memories! Anyway, I'm happy Abby is so into it; I'm really hoping she'll want to take dance lessons in a couple years. There's even a big Irish dance studio not far from here. Nana took Irish dance lessons as a child; maybe the talent will run in the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that about catches me up, save for Penny Jane news which I'll post on the baby blog. I'll leave you with a pic of the ladies of the family, taken today in my mom's rose garden. Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe-kV9kvBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XmE1EXKWHFE/s1600-h/IMG_3114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe-kV9kvBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XmE1EXKWHFE/s320/IMG_3114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199333826402499602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10782155-2513995246082286762?l=alisonstrobel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/feeds/2513995246082286762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10782155&amp;postID=2513995246082286762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2513995246082286762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10782155/posts/default/2513995246082286762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonstrobel.blogspot.com/2008/05/eight-million-things.html' title='Eight million things'/><author><name>Alison Strobel Morrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/Suu4U1db63I/AAAAAAAAATU/tXLiJyLjfAY/S220/strobel23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJmhRuYfj74/SCe75F9ku-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/XgDVSCdthzs/s72-c/IMG_3070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
