<?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-28243793</id><updated>2011-09-30T07:30:21.680-04:00</updated><category term='photo contest'/><category term='britain&apos;s got talent'/><category term='Christine d&apos;Abo'/><category term='Dark Prince'/><category term='Leah'/><category term='Thunder Bay'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Sweetness and Light'/><category term='personality test'/><category term='strange obsessions'/><category term='11 year old boys'/><category term='Gerard Butler'/><category term='Up in the Air'/><category term='Clash of the Titans'/><category term='Amy Ruttan'/><category 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Nelson'/><category term='Alexander McCall Smith'/><category term='Big Brother'/><category term='birth parents'/><category term='Carey Mulligan'/><category term='Kelley Armstrong'/><category term='unofficial poll'/><category term='The Lost Symbol'/><category term='JK Coi'/><category term='Corner Gas'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='Hot Men'/><category term='informal poll'/><category term='Radiohead'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='doomed'/><category term='LAMB'/><category term='terrorism'/><category term='Bermuda'/><category term='confessions'/><category term='Memory Keeper&apos;s Daughter'/><category term='television'/><category term='Bling'/><category term='bloggers choice awards'/><category term='Diana Gabaldon'/><category term='Golden Heart'/><category term='Thinking Blogger.'/><category term='Kate Moss'/><category term='Simply romance reviews'/><category term='Cameron'/><category term='Johnson Literary Agency'/><category term='NAL Heat'/><category term='joke'/><category term='progress meter'/><category term='vote'/><category term='Lee-Anne Goodman'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='alzheimers'/><title type='text'>Wylie's Words</title><subtitle type='html'>Discover the Wylie Side of Romance...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>559</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8772178449159499347</id><published>2011-02-09T20:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:38:50.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Temptation'/><title type='text'>Last Tempation... coming soon</title><content type='html'>Hello blogworld. It's been awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm back in the 9-5 salt mines, it's hard to find time to blog, tweet, facebook, write, AND keep up with the pulls and demands of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband -- who, after 19 years of marriage, is suddenly becoming a fairly decent cook -- can attest to the major adjustments we've all had to make these past 6 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardest part for me was pushing writing to the back burner. I'm sure I'll figure out a way to make it all fit, but for now, just keeping up with the laundry, housework and homework checks is about all my over-stressed brain can handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I have recently sold a paranormal short to Ellora's Cave that will be out in late Feb or early March, entitled Last Temptation. I'll post the blurb next week, but for now, here's a little cover eye-candy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571868546738353682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY2mZ85op4E/TVNA7BeC9hI/AAAAAAAABOc/qmku5eqP46U/s400/Last%2BTemptation%2Bcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8772178449159499347?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8772178449159499347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8772178449159499347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8772178449159499347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8772178449159499347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-tempation-coming-soon.html' title='Last Tempation... coming soon'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY2mZ85op4E/TVNA7BeC9hI/AAAAAAAABOc/qmku5eqP46U/s72-c/Last%2BTemptation%2Bcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4122384967752159535</id><published>2010-12-27T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:36:30.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE READ!</title><content type='html'>Destiny by Design is now a FREE READ on the Ellora's Cave site!&lt;br /&gt;(and soon to be on Amazon, I believe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go here to download: &lt;a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-5074-destiny-by-design.aspx"&gt;http://www.jasminejade.com/p-5074-destiny-by-design.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4122384967752159535?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4122384967752159535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4122384967752159535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4122384967752159535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4122384967752159535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/12/free-read.html' title='FREE READ!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-7002838721462121637</id><published>2010-12-07T13:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:45:05.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December is here!</title><content type='html'>Quick catch up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November was a frantic month as I'd decided to try my hand at National Novel Writing Month, aka NaNoWriMo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned? I am not a fast writer. Soaring word counts, as delightful and motivating as it was, is not my gauge for progress. Because now I have 50,000 crap words to fix. My routine is more think/write/research/plot/write/research/plot/write, etc... And because I don't write in a linear fashion (I like to get down those critical scenes fairly early), the speed really messed with my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do it again?  Probably. But only because I liked the collective energy! It's great to write with a group of friends, to push each other ahead, to bounce ideas around when you're stuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took a quick trip up the Thunder Bay to visit my family -- a whirlwind shopping/visiting/eating extravaganza that left me with a sore throat and a suitcase full of Christmas pressies. All good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunger Games follow up: Both me and oldest son LOVED them. We gobbled up those last two books in Thunder Bay -- in fact, we were fighting over the third, which meant I couldn't read it until he was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the discussions we had -- all very good, and I've decided it should be required reading for all teens/tweens... As long as parents or teachers steer the commentary and show kids how the issues are very much relevant in the here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking Dead was my t.v. obsession and though it was only a disappointing six episodes long, we have something to look forward to next fall when they return with thirteen eps. That should be long enough for me to get on a good, reliable heart medication, yes? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December, December, I can't believe it's here. With my head in NaNoVille, I didn't think of anything else but writing, so December suprised me with it's arrival and it's myriad activities.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best part was my birthday -- I got a Kobo e-reader! I'm going through the pre-loaded books at the moment and trying to decide which book shall have the honor of being my first bought book. That's going to take some thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the kitchen for me. I'm baking so I have something to put out when the inlaws arrive later this week: shortbreads, bishcottes, gingerbread cookies, peppermint bark, Nainimo bars (or New York special, as it's called south of the border), and maybe some toffee squares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me... WHAT BOOKS DO YOU WANT SANTA TO LEAVE UNDER YOUR TREE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-7002838721462121637?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7002838721462121637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=7002838721462121637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7002838721462121637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7002838721462121637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-is-here.html' title='December is here!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2028845006398388472</id><published>2010-11-13T06:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:10:36.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne Collins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I walked into our family room last week and caught my son thirty pages into my copy of Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games. My first reaction was... whoa, that's not appropriate reading material for and almost-11 yr old. But I didn't snatch it away, figuring that he'd get lost and lose interest before any of the heavy stuff happens.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Guess he's more like his mother than I thought, and five days later he's asking me for the next book in the series, Catching Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm supposed to have The Talk with him regarding some of the heavier issues in the book (no, there's no sex, but there are kids killing kids, encouraged by the adult populous), but&lt;br /&gt;A) I'm not sure he really understood the moral implications and by bringing them up I might be stirring something that hasn't occured to him, and&lt;br /&gt;B) I have no idea how to approach/handle this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - I haven't read Catching Fire or Mockinjay yet. If he's already read the first book, is there any harm in giving him the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2028845006398388472?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2028845006398388472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2028845006398388472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2028845006398388472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2028845006398388472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/11/hunger-games-dilemma.html' title='The Hunger Games Dilemma'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2640145531459367365</id><published>2010-11-11T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:52:31.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest We Forget...</title><content type='html'>In Flanders fields the poppies blow&lt;br /&gt;Between the crosses, row on row,&lt;br /&gt;That mark our place; and in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The larks, still bravely singing, fly&lt;br /&gt;Scarce heard amid the guns below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Dead. Short days ago&lt;br /&gt;We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,&lt;br /&gt;Loved, and were loved, and now we lie&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders Fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe:&lt;br /&gt;To you from failing hands we throw&lt;br /&gt;The torch; be yours to hold it high.&lt;br /&gt;If ye break faith with us who die&lt;br /&gt;We shall not sleep, though poppies grow&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders Fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John McCrae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2640145531459367365?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2640145531459367365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2640145531459367365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2640145531459367365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2640145531459367365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/11/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest We Forget...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-7872805689392100883</id><published>2010-11-06T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:17:00.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Let Me Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazuo Ishiguro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keira Nightly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carey Mulligan'/><title type='text'>Never Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>(written Oct 15)&lt;br /&gt;I just put down Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go. The book may not sound familiar to you, but you've likely heard of the upcoming movie starring Keira Knightly and Carey Mulligan (love her!).&lt;br /&gt;At the time I'm writing this, the movie has yet to be released... but I'm putting it on my go-to list as the performances will no doubt be award-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book. Here's the back cover blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From Booker Prize-winning author Kazuo Ishiguro comes a devastating new&lt;br /&gt;novel of innocence, knowledge and loss.&lt;br /&gt;As children, Kathy, Ruth, and Tommy were students at hailsham, an exclusive&lt;br /&gt;boarding school secluded in the English countryside. It was a place of mercurial&lt;br /&gt;cliques and mysterious reules--andteachers were constantly reminding their&lt;br /&gt;charges of how special they were.&lt;br /&gt;Now, years later, Kathy is a young woman. Rutha nd Tommy have reentered her&lt;br /&gt;life, and for the first time she is beginning to look back at their shared past&lt;br /&gt;and understand just what it is that makes them so special--and how that gift&lt;br /&gt;will shape the rest of their time together.&lt;/blockquote&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know, and it's revealed very early in the book, so I don't think I'm letting out a big secret... is that these 'special' kids are being bred/raised for the sole purpose of organ donations. They're clones, with no parents or families, who will go on to make up to four 'donations' in their young adult lives before 'completeing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's narrated by Kathy H, a 'carer', a sort-of nurse to the donors before she'll become one herself, who thinks back to her time at Hailsham and her relationship with her best friends Ruth and Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;It all appears rather innocent, her reminisces about classes and cliques, artwork and crushes... while their destinies are never questioned, not a rebellous streak in any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though well written and engaging (which made it worth every cent of the $15) I can't come right out and say I loved it because underneath all the gentle flowing narrative is a highly disturbing subtext. The reader, who understands what's going on from almost the outset, keeps waiting for the breakthrough, the aha moment when these characters come to terms with who and what they are... but it never really happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes - I get that this was the point, but it left me shaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book never once questions the moral/ethic dilemma, leaving that instead to the reader, and this particular reader kept hoping someone would step forward to champion for right. I suppose Miss Emily, the headmistress of Hailsham did, in her own way, by creating this sheltered world for the donors, and yet... it wasn't enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, this story can serve as an analogy for any number of wrongs being committed in the world right now under the guise of science or politics or war and here I sit, in the comfort of my suburban home, wondering which pizza place I'll order from tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps this book served it's purpose -- to make me think, to question, to not accept things just because society has deemed it a norm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn you Ishuguro, for making my brain hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you read this book or seen the movie? I'd love to hear your thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-7872805689392100883?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7872805689392100883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=7872805689392100883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7872805689392100883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7872805689392100883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-let-me-go.html' title='Never Let Me Go'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-101631177980831965</id><published>2010-10-31T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:26:51.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>National Novel Writing Month, November 2010</title><content type='html'>With only hours before the November 1st start date, I decided to take part in National Novel Writing Month, aka NaNo.&lt;br /&gt;The object: write 50,000 words in 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've shied away from this in the past for a few reasons, the most important one being that I'm not a fast writer. I plod along, edit and research as I go and I know I'm going to have a tremendously difficult time shutting off my inner editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my youngest in full-time school this year, I don't have a lot of excuses not to at least try. And I figure if I tell the world of my intentions, I'll be too embarrassed to give up by Nov 6th, *hee*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also hoping my buddies, Amy Ruttan, Kimber Chin, Christine D'Abo and JK Coi, will hold me accountable, crack the whip when needed and out me as a loser/giver-uper/defeatest if I try and pull out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup - crazy. I'm feeling a tinge of regret already, and it's 2 1/2 hours before the starting gun. Eeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout you? Nano-ing or Nono-ing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-101631177980831965?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/101631177980831965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=101631177980831965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/101631177980831965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/101631177980831965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/10/national-novel-writing-month-november.html' title='National Novel Writing Month, November 2010'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3992969219911701210</id><published>2010-10-30T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:31:00.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11 year old boys'/><title type='text'>Doctor Who - the bond between a mother and son</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I said I hadn't posted a blog in months. That wasn't exactly true. Driven by utter and absolute disgust in learning that those Jersey Shore twats make more money than the Glee kids (who possess actual talent), I did a very ranty post about the state of the television industry.&lt;br /&gt;I took it down a day later. Who am I to judge what people watch? (heh heh - but if you do indeed watch Toddlers and Tiaras, we're fighting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was frustrated because I couldn't find a good family show for me and my oldest son to watch (other than Discovery Channel fare) that wasn't loaded with sex/sexual innuendos or violence/disturbing content without frying our brains on obtuse drivel (a la Hannah Montana and Suite Life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we found Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;This British series (a reboot, btw... which began anew in 2005) has the perfect mix of interesting characters, fun dialogue and a requisite amount of alien creepiness to keep an eleven year old boy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the show utilizes a terrific mix of science fiction with reality, it's opened up the kitchen-table dialogue -- always a bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Doctor time travels and has found himself in WWII, saving Shakespeare and meeting Queen Victoria, flirting with Madame Pompedor, etc... and it's spurred some discussions we'd likely never would have had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pause the show, discuss things like London's blitz, and how my hubby's mother used to have to hide under the dining room table when the bombs dropped, or how plays were revolutionized by Shakespeare and the Globe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh... the memorable one-liners that we now toss to each other have become our secret inside jokes. "Don't they teach recreational math anymore?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything to connect to my adolescent kid gets two thumbs up in my book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3992969219911701210?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3992969219911701210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3992969219911701210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3992969219911701210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3992969219911701210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/10/doctor-who-bond-between-mother-and-son.html' title='Doctor Who - the bond between a mother and son'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1870429334887405563</id><published>2010-10-23T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:10:00.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Orwell'/><title type='text'>Big Brother</title><content type='html'>THE Big Brother, of Orwellian proportions, is here. Right here in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the government or some evil corporation.&lt;br /&gt;It's us.&lt;br /&gt;It's people.&lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the cellphone cameras, Twitter, YouTube, etc, we have become our own Big Brother. We take pictures of people - doing good, doing bad, doing embarrassing things, or simply being themselves... and we share them with the world. And the world judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, we judge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the young gay man who was filmed having sex in his dorm room. He committed suicide over it because he knows... WE JUDGE. We watch, we tsk-tsk, we condemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with celebrities - like the Britney/Lindsay/Paris trainwrecks. We saw it all, in real-time, minute-by-minute with crotch shots, drunk tweets, barber-shop breakdowns.&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton, TMZ, US Weekly... they judge. And we watch and nod and judge too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it... We are Big Brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1870429334887405563?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1870429334887405563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1870429334887405563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1870429334887405563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1870429334887405563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-brother.html' title='Big Brother'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-7700263074933081188</id><published>2010-10-16T10:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:40:44.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Let Me Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>Books Books Books!</title><content type='html'>This one's about books.... just like the title implies. I didn't get to read as much as I'd have liked to over the summer holidays, maybe ten books total. But of those, here are the ones that resonated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still Alice by Lisa Genova&lt;/strong&gt; - follows the journey of a Harvard prof as she copes with early onset Alzheimers. Very real, very moving and very scary. It's a difficult subject to read but the author balances the weightiness with lighter moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Day by David Nicholls&lt;/strong&gt; - the problem with highly recommended books is the high expectations that come with them. I wanted this book to be amazing, to change my life, to shake my world. And it was good. Very good. But something fell a bit short for me. Probably because I never really fell in love with Dexter, the 'hero'. He was mostly a douche and though he may have been Emma's one true love, (they did have a complex and powerful relationship), he remained shallow and selfish until the end.&lt;br /&gt;And by the way.... WHY is this romance not called a romance? Just because someone dies in the end, lit romance is still romance. David Nicholls, Nicholas Sparks, Diana Gabaldon... y'all should be shelve next to La Nora. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Girl... (x3) by Steig Larsson&lt;/strong&gt; - DEVOURED this series. Ah, but wait... I lie. I haven't read book one yet, ...with the Dragon Tattoo. Because I bought book 2 by accident (all the covers look the same, non?) and didn't realize it was book 2 until I was about 50 pages in thinking "why do I feel like I've missed something?" So I set it aside, watched the movie (the original Swedish version with Noomi Rapace) to get caught up, and dove back into the book. And then the third, moments after putting down the second. Fast paced, thrilling, interesting characters (Lisbeth Salander will be a classic heroine, wouldn't you agree? Others will be compared to her forever) and the true definition of a page turner. I will go back and read book one, simply because I don't want to let these characters go and poor Mr. Larsson won't be writing anymore, bless his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there were a few others but dang if I can think of them at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bedside is &lt;strong&gt;Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/strong&gt;, which I want to read before the movie comes out later this year, and the &lt;strong&gt;Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins&lt;/strong&gt;. I adored book one (this will be a classic, oh yes it will) and want to re-read it before jumping into the next two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you reading?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-7700263074933081188?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7700263074933081188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=7700263074933081188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7700263074933081188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7700263074933081188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/10/books.html' title='Books Books Books!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-39572155161931973</id><published>2010-10-09T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:21:55.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willem Dafoe'/><title type='text'>Whatever happened to Willem Dafoe...</title><content type='html'>It's been five months since I last blogged. It wasn't intentional. I got busy with kids and summer. Then I had nothing to say that couldn't be said in 140 characters or less so my news and opinions went to that other social network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get these reports that insist I still get over 150 hits per week so it had me thinking... maybe I should be saying something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin with 'whatever happened to Willem Dafoe'? This talented, versatile actor (English Patient, Platoon, Last Temptation of Christ, Spider Man) hasn't been in anything in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Hollywoodish, anyway. Nothing that has come to my suburban theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Shame.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there you miss seeing on the big screen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-39572155161931973?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/39572155161931973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=39572155161931973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/39572155161931973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/39572155161931973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/10/whatever-happened-to-willem-dafoe-and.html' title='Whatever happened to Willem Dafoe...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4637065142152971707</id><published>2010-05-29T17:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:33:34.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time aging Sweetness'/><title type='text'>On Time</title><content type='html'>My youngest, aka Sweetness, turned six years old a few weeks ago and I've been dwelling on the fleetingness of time. Seems like only moments ago I was holding a newborn in my arms and now I've got a little man who reads big-boy books, can kick my butt in Mario Cart and can hold fairly intelligent conversations with his ten year old brother. He begins Grade One in the fall and though I'm excited for him, I'm suffering a savage case of The Nostalgias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't blame it all on him. My big sister celebrates her 50th birthday in a few weeks. For the record, I am waaaaay younger and it's my great pleasure to remind her of this on every occassion :)&lt;br /&gt;A week later, my mom turns 90. NINETY!! And her age hasn't deterred her. She's still spry, still driving and doing her own housework and still the smartest lady I know.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, my neice Kaitlyn, who spent ages four through five dressed in her Maid Marion Halloween costume which &lt;em&gt;I swear&lt;/em&gt; was only a few years ago -- graduated university with a degree in political science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how summer holidays felt so loooong when you were a kid, and now, as an adult, it's a blip? Sweetness finishes Kindergarden on June 11th. He can't wait. Meanwhile, I'm panicking about losing my writing time for three months and fretting over the low word count on my current work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary business, this time thing...how in some cases it feels fleeting --like between blogposts --and in others, painfully and agonizingly slow --like during childbirth. Or when you're waiting for an email from your agent on the status of your book as it makes its rounds through the NY publishing houses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we both know it will be awhile until my next blogpost, I leave you with fond summer-time smoochies&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4637065142152971707?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4637065142152971707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4637065142152971707&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4637065142152971707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4637065142152971707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-time.html' title='On Time'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4588551548661866662</id><published>2010-05-04T07:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:17:34.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His Darkest Hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up in the Air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furry Vengeance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clash of the Titans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the Dog Saw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of Scoundrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Await Your Reply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men Who Stare at Goats'/><title type='text'>Wylie's Entertainment Round Up</title><content type='html'>Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I haven't blogged in over a month. Closer to two, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Can I use that old fallback excuse... I was busy? Yeah, aren't we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Writing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fabulous writing-free March Break, I went on an equally fabulous writer's retreat with a few of the Toronto Romance Writer peeps. A blast was had by all. And some writing got done! Yay us.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish revising ye old manuscript sometime in April.&lt;br /&gt;What a job that was! Took the book apart like a giant puzzle and had the damnest time putting it together again. *queue violins*&lt;br /&gt;The agent liked. *queue angels*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game On&lt;/strong&gt; is currently being shopped in NY. *queue prayer circles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Reading:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loretta Chase's &lt;strong&gt;Lord of Scoundrels&lt;/strong&gt; (thanks for the recommend Kimber Chin!) was awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;Then tackled Dan Chaon's &lt;strong&gt;Await Your Reply&lt;/strong&gt; - excellent in a creepy sort of way. Outstanding writing, fascinating topic (identity theft), disturbing yet likable characters. Highly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of Malcolm Gladwell's &lt;strong&gt;What the Dog Saw&lt;/strong&gt; - interesting. I've new respect for that Popeil character I see at 2am slogging his wares.&lt;br /&gt;My fellow TRW author, Juliana Stone's &lt;strong&gt;His Darkest Hunger&lt;/strong&gt; - a panther shifter story, first of a series. Both entertaining and hot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On T.V.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLEE&lt;/strong&gt; - SQUEE!!! need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOST &lt;/strong&gt;- Half of me is looking forward to saying goodbye to this colossal mind-f*ck, the other half is having an anxiety attack at the thought of it being over forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Movies&lt;/strong&gt; (two rentals, two in-theatre):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/strong&gt; - a must watch. If only for the incredible acting. It's an actor's movie. And a thinking movie. And a life movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men Who Stare at Goats&lt;/strong&gt; - interesting. quirky. entertaining. and possibly true? which makes it a wee bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clash of the Titans&lt;/strong&gt; - I was expecting greatness. I found okayness. Goodness, even, but not greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Furry Vengeance&lt;/strong&gt; - only if you have kids. It's cute. But my forever-crush on George of the Jungle is firmly OVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4588551548661866662?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4588551548661866662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4588551548661866662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4588551548661866662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4588551548661866662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/05/wylies-entertainment-round-up.html' title='Wylie&apos;s Entertainment Round Up'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4299213374263506627</id><published>2010-03-13T10:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:26:06.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alphaville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JayZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is Where I Leave You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Franzen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Corrections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Tropper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever Young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firefly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan Fillion'/><title type='text'>Forever Young... This is Where I Leave You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On Writing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the cold from hell for the past week. Kinda plague-like in severity (with no disrespect to those with the original plague ;)&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this meant NO words were written on my current wip... no laundry was done either (which isn't too horrible - heh)... and I'm missing today's Toronto Romance Writer's meeting cause breathing is still an issue. Nobody, I'm sure, would want to sit next to mucusy me.&lt;br /&gt;And the second round of waiting has begun. The SuperAgent has the revised ms and I'm drumming my fingers, tapping my toe and whistling an annoying tune while I wait to find out what she says about the 20K I added to thicken up the plot. Knowing this is the first of many many 'waits' makes me wonder if I'll have any non-gray hair left on my head before I see my name on the spine of a book in Chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Reading:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Jonathan Tropper's THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU. I promise, you will not be disappointed. This book is sad and funny and real and heartbreaking and uplifting and hilarious and you'll wonder how Jonathan Tropper got into your head and got your very private thoughts out. So so so good.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit like Jonathan Franzen's THE CORRECTIONS ... equally well written but more hopeful and infinitely easier to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased the hardcover edition of THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU, only because it's not out in paperback yet, and don't regret shelling out the bucks for a moment (and to know me is to know I'm a cheap bastard who gets books from the used book store) - so if that's not reason enought to trott and out to Chapters/B&amp;amp;N, I don't know what else I can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm feeling a bit cranky from my cold but JESUS H. MAHONEY -- why why why did they let JayZ destroy the amazingness that was Forever Young? WHY??&lt;br /&gt;And how could Alphaville let him do this to their beautiful song?&lt;br /&gt;When the first strains of it come on the radio I get that 1984 feeling and then BLAM, JayZ ruins it all with very lame rap. I'm disgusted. He's gone and f*cked with my college memories. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On TV:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you watching Castle yet?&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Nathan Fillion...&lt;br /&gt;I'm all caught up on Firefly. This was the SF series I missed (blaming The Bermuda Years - we didn't get much in terms of channels) and it was very enjoyable. I'm sad that it was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST is back on and I'm suprising myself  - a DIEHARD fan - by saying I'm not all that impressed with it at the moment. It's the final season so perhaps I'm preparing myself psychologically for the large hole it's going to leave in my entertainment life,... but it's not all mind-blowy like it has been in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4299213374263506627?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4299213374263506627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4299213374263506627&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4299213374263506627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4299213374263506627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/03/forever-young-this-is-where-i-leave-you.html' title='Forever Young... This is Where I Leave You'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4829507794120052926</id><published>2010-03-01T09:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:56:45.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With Glowing Hearts...</title><content type='html'>The Olympics is over. I feel sort of lost...&lt;br /&gt;The television was on for 17 straight days, from the poignantly Canadian opening ceremonies through to the final gold medal delivered by Sidney Crosby.&lt;br /&gt;Every emotional chord was hit, from frustration to elation, and I probably cried at least once per day. Yes... the Tim Horton's commercial got me every time.&lt;br /&gt;And does anyone know the name of the song in the Coke commerical? The hockey-themed one with the line "... let everybody know who's game they're playing" cause it's stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and I finally understand the line from our national anthem "with glowing hearts". It stopped being just words and became something real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such fun meeting new Twitter friends during the games! Don't think I watched one event alone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to writing!&lt;br /&gt;Which I've done little of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting the finishing polish on my novel today and will send it out to my agent (I still squee inside when I type that word). Fingers crossed that she'll know what to do with it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how fitting that the hero of the book is a hockey player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4829507794120052926?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4829507794120052926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4829507794120052926&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4829507794120052926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4829507794120052926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-glowing-hearts.html' title='With Glowing Hearts...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-9159980929897047362</id><published>2010-02-14T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:05:50.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt Locker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bigelow'/><title type='text'>Hurt Locker</title><content type='html'>I finally saw Hurt Locker last night and I'm not sure what to say about it... except maybe WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should it win Best Picture Oscar? imo... No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a powerful film with a subject matter not easy to understand or watch. Do you know the premise?&lt;br /&gt;In a nut-shell... It's about a 3-man team of blasters, those brave souls who find/diffuse IED's. It was intense and very real. It did not glamorize war.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't anti-American nor was it pro-American. Not anti-Iraqi and not pro-Iraqi. Not overtly anti-war but very anti-war.&lt;br /&gt;It just was.&lt;br /&gt;It's brilliance lay in the grey-area and absolute avoidance in painting things black or white. The good guys were kinda bad and instead of giving the audience a bad guy to hate, it gave us war to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should see this movie because it will make you uncomfortable as war should.&lt;br /&gt;btw - it wasn't overly graphic, so if that's stopping, it shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should Bigelow win Best Director Oscar? imo... resounding YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Cameron (Avatar) is all bigness, brightness and much over-the-top-ness, Bigelow is subtle, symbolic and she let the landscape and quietness scream the loudest. She made it look effortless but if you look, &lt;em&gt;really look&lt;/em&gt;, it was anything but. Every shot had a reason, every frame meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it interesting that both movies shared a theme... and you have to see them both to understand how powerful but drastically different they relate that theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - I still don't get the title. Am I stupid? Did I miss something key?? Anyone know where 'hurt locker' comes from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-9159980929897047362?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/9159980929897047362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=9159980929897047362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/9159980929897047362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/9159980929897047362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/02/hurt-locker.html' title='Hurt Locker'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6215440994971840119</id><published>2010-02-11T12:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:01:16.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timbaland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iTunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K&apos;Naan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agent (I have one)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>Because I have nothing better to blog about...</title><content type='html'>Working hard to revise my category length novel into a single title length, on the advice of my &lt;em&gt;agent&lt;/em&gt; (that will never get old so expect me to bring it up often and shamelessly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I really don't have much going on, so I thought I'd share the last five songs I downloaded on iTunes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creep - Radiohead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;21 Guns - Greenday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glitter in the Air - P!nk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wavin' Flag - K'Naan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning After Dark - Timbaland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little eclectic, like my taste in books. G'head -- tell me in comments what your latest download was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6215440994971840119?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6215440994971840119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6215440994971840119&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6215440994971840119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6215440994971840119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-i-have-nothing-better-to-blog.html' title='Because I have nothing better to blog about...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8642183934275919040</id><published>2010-02-10T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:33:08.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? What was that? Speak up please!</title><content type='html'>I got an agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT AN AGENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GOT AN AGENT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8642183934275919040?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8642183934275919040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8642183934275919040&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8642183934275919040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8642183934275919040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-what-was-that-speak-up-please.html' title='Huh? What was that? Speak up please!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2843193661387919086</id><published>2010-02-03T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:48:24.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazon'/><title type='text'>It's AMAZON!</title><content type='html'>I'm on Amazon and didn't know it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from Ellora's Cave advising that I should have an author's page and I was like WTF? Sure enough, here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;amp;field-keywords=Wylie+Kinson"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;amp;field-keywords=Wylie+Kinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, this isn't the exciting news I had to share. That's coming next week...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2843193661387919086?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2843193661387919086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2843193661387919086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2843193661387919086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2843193661387919086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-amazon.html' title='It&apos;s AMAZON!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6377344910303448357</id><published>2010-01-31T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:34:32.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lost Symbol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outlander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana Gabaldon'/><title type='text'>Outlander and The Lost Symbol on my Keeper Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've got some VERY good news coming. Can't say anything just yet... (and you know it's killing me) but soon, soon. All will be revealed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you just HATE teases like that? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me too, but I'm feeling smug so it's staying ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On books: I read two this week, thanks to a bout of insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lost Symbol&lt;/strong&gt; by Dan Brown -- let me start by saying I LOVED IT. The architectural puzzles of Washington DC, a fascinating peek behind the secretive veil of the Freemason society, a new mystic science called Noetics... it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;This is one author who really does his homework. I don't mind waiting years and years for an author's book if he can captivate me so.&lt;br /&gt;I almost took notes so I wouldn't forget some of the tres cool things he imparted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I must laughingly agree with the critics who shake their heads at Mr. Brown's writing style. Eeeks. One sentence that will not dislodge itself from my head is "The door hissed loudly open."&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness he's an awsome storyteller :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Gabaldon's &lt;strong&gt;Outlander&lt;/strong&gt; -- yes yes,... it's about time. The book came out in the early '90's and I've been meaning to read it since, but never quite got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;Is it good? Let me just say, this 850 page tome took me only a little over 24 hours to read because I could not put it down.&lt;br /&gt;I wish more books like Outlander were published today. These days, the shelves seemed to be packed with quick reads, lots of white space, and pacing that leaves you feeling like you've been on a rollercoaster for an hour too long.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Gabaldon took time to fully develop her characters so when they did jump on the coaster, you were rooting for them, hurting for them, and falling in love with them. She also had a brilliant balance of description (ah, Scotland -- made me ache to go), history and romance.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read this modern classic, do. Don't let the thickness or lack of white space intimidate. It's got nicely spaced section breaks... IF you can put it down.&lt;br /&gt;Go. Buy. Enjoy the kind of books that are rarely published today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Television:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST is back this Tuesday!!! WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6377344910303448357?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6377344910303448357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6377344910303448357&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6377344910303448357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6377344910303448357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/01/outlander-and-lost-symbol-on-my-keeper.html' title='Outlander and The Lost Symbol on my Keeper Shelf'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8970803334763659811</id><published>2010-01-24T06:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T06:57:00.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body scanners (creepy) flying'/><title type='text'>Can we bill the 11 million to the Panty Bomber?</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot (fact-based and op-eds) about the new airport screening procedures and what an even bigger nightmare flying has become in the wake of the PantyBomber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*author note: you can call him the Underwear Bomber if you like, but I'm stickin' with Panty because it sounds more idiotic. And what kind of IDIOT sticks explosives next to his dick... What was he going to do with the 72 sacrificial virgins he undoubtably was promised? Sing soprano to them?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a scary world we live in. Granted. But it's pissing me off that travelling by airplane has become such a freaking nightmare that I'd rather just not go anyplace.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be that girl who would plan her next trip before this one was finished. I read travel magazines, saved air miles, even strategically moved closer to the airport (weird but true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? The thought of the lines, the body scanners (creepy!!) the three-hour-before-your-flight arrival times, the no-ANYTHING on the plane (people who made these rules do not have children, clearly) and get this... they're even considering 'smart-belts' -- seat belts that lock you into your seat at the discretion of the airline employee. *horror-movie-girly-scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Gods, all of 'em, that I've seen the Louvre, the Tower of London, the canals of Venice and the Alps cause if they lock me in a seat, I won't need a panty bomb to blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the US bound flights, the Toronto airport has to buy 44 body scanners (creepy!!) at the cost of $250,000 per unit. That's 11 million dollars folks. Not to mention the cost to run them and monitor them as they each 2 man team at minimum, one to be present with the passenger while the one minute scan takes place, while the other is in a room someplace else, so that they can't actually see the face of the naked person at whom they're looking (Come on... that doesn't creep you out?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN MILLION DOLLARS. Think of the Ontario arts programs that could pay for. Or what the Cancer Society could do with ELEVEN MILLION DOLLARS. Or how many Haitans could be fed, clothed and housed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question: Can we send the bill to the Panty Bomber? Or the Shoe Bomber? Or W?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cause the airport taxes on my airline tickets often add to more than the cost of flying already and that's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we simply put a police force on every flight -- hell the seats are half empty these days...&lt;br /&gt;Or hey, lets get the flight attendants RCMP-trained (I hear they're good)&lt;br /&gt;Or make us fly naked. (body scanners=creepy!)&lt;br /&gt;Or in tight fitting Star Trek suits -- oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some Idiot (see Panty Bomber, above) will find another way, like swallowing a bomb, or sticking it up his butt, for which the body scanner (creepy!!) is completely ineffective. As would be the naked flying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, if these terrorists want to bad enough, and get someone stupid enough (see Panty Bomber, above) it will get done.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, they've already terrorized the millions of people who tried to fly over the Christmas holidays. And beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm done flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**I wrote this before carry-on restrictions were lifted. As of Jan 20th, with the exception of creams, liquids, etc, carry-on luggage is back on**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8970803334763659811?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8970803334763659811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8970803334763659811&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8970803334763659811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8970803334763659811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-we-bill-11-million-to-panty-bomber.html' title='Can we bill the 11 million to the Panty Bomber?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-5836358441845204173</id><published>2010-01-19T11:31:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:56:30.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collegen lips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheek implants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cougar Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christa Miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trout pout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Botox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie Griffith'/><title type='text'>Just say NO to trout pout and cheek implants</title><content type='html'>To the Women of Hollywood, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/S1XuFZ170GI/AAAAAAAABN0/8G8FWQdSw3I/s1600-h/Plastic+surgery+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428506702468862050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/S1XuFZ170GI/AAAAAAAABN0/8G8FWQdSw3I/s320/Plastic+surgery+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please stop messing up your faces. Please. It's not pretty, no matter what your 'people' tell you, or your management, or, God forbid, your plastic surgeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - I'm talking about Madonna, Meg Ryan, Melanie Griffith, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught Joan Rivers on some late-night talk show the other day and it was creepy. It's just not right for a 76 year old woman to have a lineless face. None-what-so-ever. She looked like she was wearing plastic mask *cringe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen Cougar Town? I saw it for the first time the other day and thought I recognized the actress that plays best friends to Courtney Cox's character. I IMBD'd her and OMFG, it's Christa Miller, the cute goofy actress from the Drew Carey Show. Oh Christa, not you too!! What are those things in your cheeks? And you lips... *shudder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, the ep I saw guest-starred Lisa Kudrow as a bitchy plastic surgeon. As Jules (Cox) got injected, Kudrow, with her aged-beauty undoctored, ridiculed the practice saying she would never be so stupid as to inject poison in her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/S1Xt24CeATI/AAAAAAAABNs/408UK4ffkvI/s1600-h/Plastic+surgery+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428506452876460338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/S1Xt24CeATI/AAAAAAAABNs/408UK4ffkvI/s320/Plastic+surgery+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;why?&lt;/strong&gt; Why are they doing this to themselves? It's OKAY to age. It's OKAY for your forehead to crinkle up when you look suprised, or crinkles around your eyes when you laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get the face-lift, the eye-lift, even the tummy tuck, especially on mommy-actresses. Looking 'youthful and alert' is part of the job, one could argue, but the collagen and botox, cheek implants and whatever the heck they're doing that makes them look like an army of Jokers must stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Witness actresses such as Helen Mirren, Meryl Streep, and Susan Sarandon, who, if they've had work, it's been very subtle and tasteful. They're ageing with grace and dignity, and most importantly: They're still hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428509172137801378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/S1XwVKE5NqI/AAAAAAAABN8/8UkxJPz9cPI/s200/Plastic+surgery+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helen Mirren, for the record, is 65 this year...  Wowsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The men... with the exception of Mickey Rourke, they're not doing this, so why are the ladies?Yes yes yes,... I know this sexism arguement too, but could you see Clint with a trout pout, Redford getting a shot of Botox? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh - Barry Manilow just came to mind. Add him to the Freak list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/S1XtZOPQnDI/AAAAAAAABNc/jV7i6vtxQ9s/s1600-h/Plastic+surgery+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428505943439612978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/S1XtZOPQnDI/AAAAAAAABNc/jV7i6vtxQ9s/s400/Plastic+surgery+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What scares me most is the inevitability that what goes on in Hollywood eventually drips into the masses. How much longer until we see Attack of the Plastic-Faces in a mid-western Walmart. Everywhere you look, it'll be a sea of Jocelyn Wildensteins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-5836358441845204173?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5836358441845204173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=5836358441845204173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/5836358441845204173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/5836358441845204173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-say-no-to-trout-pout-and-cheek.html' title='Just say NO to trout pout and cheek implants'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/S1XuFZ170GI/AAAAAAAABN0/8G8FWQdSw3I/s72-c/Plastic+surgery+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2594574859312987473</id><published>2010-01-12T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:29:48.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Corrections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Taste for the Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump Zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes'/><title type='text'>What I'm Watching, Reading, Writing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On Books:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Franzen's &lt;strong&gt;The Corrections&lt;/strong&gt; has been on my must-read list for almost a decade. I remember the buzz when it came out, when the author famously dissed Oprah. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY got around to reading it and it was brilliant. Freaking BRILLIANT.&lt;br /&gt;That said, as much as I was awed by his writing, I couldn't get into it for the first 100 or so pages primarily because I didn't like the characters. They appeared selfish, self-serving and bottom-line unlikeable. But as the story unfolds, as you delve into each characters childhood, their memories, their coping strategies, and how their shallow pschyes gain depth through the perspective their individual lives, the story becomes moving, disturbing, eye-opening, thought provoking and have I said &lt;em&gt;brilliant&lt;/em&gt;? Even if the story of a dysfunctional family doesn't appeal to you, read it for the stunning writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received Wm Paul Young's &lt;strong&gt;The Shack&lt;/strong&gt; for my birthday from a very dear friend. I'd heard some buzz last year but wasn't interested enough to pick up the book. And truly, I didn't realize it was all about God, which would have sealed the deal on my avoidance. Don't get me wrong... I believe in God, not just the one who hates gay people and turns water to wine. I am, in despite of my disgust at organized religion, a very spiritual person. So... into The Shack I went with the dad of a kidnapped and murdered child to spend a weekend with the Holy Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;Between the occassional eyeroll and chuckle, I admit to truly liking this book. Call it a right-time, right-place experience, but this book spoke to me, calmed me, made me open my eyes to a few things I'd firmly shut them against. The principle of the book -- relationships, acceptance, forgiveness -- were things I needed to hear, needed to feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shack, much like The Corrections, won't be for everyone, but each is cathartic to an open-minded reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Movies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avatar.&lt;/strong&gt; Wow. Was sceptical of the over-hype but WOW. Go for the visual brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;The story is okay, nothing you've not seen before in countless other incarnations, but the world-building, the characters, the amazingness of Sam Worthington -- all worth the price of admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherlock Holmes.&lt;/strong&gt; RDJ and Jude Law were magical together. Haven't seen bro-chemistry like that in a long time. I enjoyed this movie immensely, though it didn't give me that "OMG - this is the bestest movie evah!" feel like I got after seeing Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;But the story was excellent, the visuals spot-on (the close-ups, foreshadowing of clues - brilliant) and the acting superb. Can't wait for the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Writing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a contemporary romance, currently titled &lt;strong&gt;A Taste for the Game&lt;/strong&gt;, before Christmas and spent a good chunk of December querying agents. Nothing has come of that yet, beyond a few form rejections (ouch) so while I wait,... patiently, endlessly, obsessively checking email... I'm writing a new book. It's a stand alone, though it involves characters I introduced in A Taste for the Game, with the grand hope that if one sells, perhaps the other will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been recently asked about my post-apocalyptic novel, &lt;strong&gt;Jump Zone&lt;/strong&gt;. That one is still sitting on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;I will, eventually, dust it off, make some revisions to tighten the pacing (thanks to Eve Silver's pacing lecture!!) and get my querying hat on again. But the rejections (despite the great contest feedback - humpf) ... oh, they just overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;Also, in terms of a career strategy, it's best that I stick with contemporary until I have some level of success before I introduce my darker gloom on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you watching/reading/writing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2594574859312987473?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2594574859312987473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2594574859312987473&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2594574859312987473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2594574859312987473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-im-watching-reading-writing.html' title='What I&apos;m Watching, Reading, Writing...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-9069507616385717878</id><published>2010-01-04T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:38:00.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Canada!</title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha -- joke's on me. I thought I posted this two weeks ago and it seems I only saved it as a draft. D'oh...  So pretend this is December 18th and share my patriotic joy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Syu_GoH4JrI/AAAAAAAABNM/E4hNm2sgmzw/s1600-h/2009+Dec-James+10th+birthday,+OLYMPIC+torch+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416633097413732018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Syu_GoH4JrI/AAAAAAAABNM/E4hNm2sgmzw/s320/2009+Dec-James+10th+birthday,+OLYMPIC+torch+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Olympic Torch came thru my town today, and although I had no interest in standing out in the cold to watch the procession, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time and witnessed a little piece of patriotic history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS SO AMAZING!! Can't begin to explain my reaction -- swollen with emotion, tears threating to spill over with pride -- as I stood amongst hundreds of school children who waved little flags and shouted "Go, Canada, go!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm psyched about the Olympics :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Syu_RRZAIRI/AAAAAAAABNU/7dLCwUL3PDo/s1600-h/2009+Dec-James+10th+birthday,+OLYMPIC+torch+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO CANADA!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Syu_RRZAIRI/AAAAAAAABNU/7dLCwUL3PDo/s1600-h/2009+Dec-James+10th+birthday,+OLYMPIC+torch+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416633280290103570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Syu_RRZAIRI/AAAAAAAABNU/7dLCwUL3PDo/s400/2009+Dec-James+10th+birthday,+OLYMPIC+torch+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-9069507616385717878?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/9069507616385717878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=9069507616385717878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/9069507616385717878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/9069507616385717878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-canada.html' title='Oh Canada!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Syu_GoH4JrI/AAAAAAAABNM/E4hNm2sgmzw/s72-c/2009+Dec-James+10th+birthday,+OLYMPIC+torch+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8093798099709088356</id><published>2009-12-24T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:03:13.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Adoption Dilemma: Part Deux</title><content type='html'>In case you were wondering - hey, "where'd she go?" -- I just gotta say, after I wrote the last post on my adoption dilemma, I needed some emotional distance. I really had no idea how deep this issue would affect me.&lt;br /&gt;(Or maybe the Christmas Season is too sentimental a time for me? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess because I have such a great family and wonderful life, I've always sort of taken my adoption in stride, never dwelled, never wallowed in the "omg - I was rejected as a baby" crap, but WOW -- I'm a bit of a mess over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I really appreciate all who commented. Your wisdom and caring, your hugs and advice, your stories (thanks Julia-the other perspective was eye-opening) made me think, consider, and search deep for how much of this I want/can invest of myself. You all made such good points and if/when I decide to take a next step, I'll keep you posted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all my friends in the blogosphere, and a happy, healthy, prosperous and productive 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Wylie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8093798099709088356?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8093798099709088356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8093798099709088356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8093798099709088356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8093798099709088356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/12/adoption-dilemma-part-deux.html' title='Adoption Dilemma: Part Deux'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1952794400767700811</id><published>2009-12-15T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:40:14.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ontario Children&apos;s Aid Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Mystery of Adoption, the Dilemma of Birth Parent Searches, and all that jazz :o</title><content type='html'>Christmas... a time for family and friends, a time to be thankful and generous, a time to reflect on the year past and hope for the year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I'm obsessing about the current drama in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief overview:&lt;br /&gt;I was adopted as a baby. I've always known this, in fact, my Mom used to tell me stories about how she picked me out specially from a room full of babies because I was special and shiny (well, maybe not shiny...) and it made me feel CHOSEN. I loved it. And I have a great mom and an amazing sister and grew up very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. But, but, but... the curiosity. It was there. Always. So when I was in my twenties I managed to get some information about my birth mother. It was non-identifying, so no names or places were mentioned, just general medical stuff, what my birth-mom and birth-dad were interested in, and the circumstances of my birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, thru the Children's Aid Society of Canada - who holds all the ultra-secret documents, to make contact with my birth-mom but sadly she didn't feel the same. Apparently her family was never aware of my existence and she wanted to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, the province of Ontario opened up the adoption records so I applied for and received my original birth certificate, hoping that my birth father would be listed. Alas, birth-mom didn't include his name on the form. But I know my name, and her name, and where she used to live.&lt;br /&gt;Small coincidence - my initials are W.K. yes? My birth-name initials are K.W. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets twilight-zone weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born and raised in a place called Thunder Bay, which is a long way away - 1600 kilometers - from the Toronto area, where I currently reside. My birth-mom was in university in Thunder Bay so I always assumed that she was from some small town in Northern Ontario.&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Her listed address from 40ish years ago is town that happens to be just down the road from where I live now. HOW BIZARRE IS THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're guessing that I went there - to that old address - just to see where my birth mom grew up, you're correct.&lt;br /&gt;I recruited a friend, stuffed my pockets with tissues (in case of hysterical breakdown) and off I went. Sat in front of the house for many minutes, wondering... Do my grandparents still live there? The grandparents that don't know I exist? The grandparents who don't know that they've got two gorgeous great-grandsons??&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;They still live there.&lt;br /&gt;I know this because damned if they didn't have their name on a plaque next to the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next? I keep reminding myself that this isn't a made-for-television movie, that I can't go knocking on the door and tearfully spill my story and have these elderly people embrace me. Not sure I'd even want that. But, but, but, but... the curiosity. &lt;em&gt;It's there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, people of the blogworld? WHAT SHOULD I DO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1952794400767700811?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1952794400767700811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1952794400767700811&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1952794400767700811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1952794400767700811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Mystery of Adoption, the Dilemma of Birth Parent Searches, and all that jazz :o'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3525005278980448495</id><published>2009-12-10T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:25:59.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toffee squares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate coconut macaroons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday baking'/><title type='text'>Holiday baking</title><content type='html'>The writing has been put aside until the new year as I prepare for the madness of the holidays. And I do mean MADNESS...&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have a Christmas dinner on the town with the mom-friends, the Toronto Romance Writers Christmas party and my oldest son's birthday (and party!) -- soooooo, when it comes to my baking, I stick to the four letter rule: E. A. S. Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two quick recipes that will ensure an empty plate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toffee Squares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large mixing bowl, cream until light and fluffy:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg yolk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Then add:&lt;br /&gt;2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;Mix well. Press into a square pan and bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes or until golden brown. Break four 7 oz chocolate bars into squares (chocolate chips work too!) and place on top of the hot layer. Let stand until the chocolate is melted, then spread. Sprinkle with 1/2 cup of chopped nuts. Cut into squares while warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I posted this next one on my blog two or three years ago, but it's totally worth repeating. My friend Sue gave me this next recipe and I've managed to convince myself that's it healthy because it contains oatmeal. Yeah... I'm delusional that way ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Coconut Macaroons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring to boil:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Crisco&lt;br /&gt;2 cups white sugar&lt;br /&gt;Boil just until bubbles have formed. Too much boiling will affect how the cookies set.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in:&lt;br /&gt;3 cups rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded coconut (I use unsweetened)&lt;br /&gt;6 tbsps cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Mix together well and drop by the spoonful onto waxed or parchment paper and leave to set. Use a tbsp to get big yummy cookies or a teaspoon for lots of bite-sized goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Have I whet your appetite? :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to make shortbreads (Grandma's secret recipe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3525005278980448495?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3525005278980448495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3525005278980448495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3525005278980448495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3525005278980448495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-baking.html' title='Holiday baking'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4189431799472159568</id><published>2009-12-05T18:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:53:08.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wylie is writing...</title><content type='html'>Quick and Dirty writing update... cause the pizza man should be knocking any second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jump Zone -- I only sent about 10 queries, but 10 was enough! WAH... Oh market, why won't you give my post-apocalyptic adventure a chance? I'll resume shopping this puppy after Christmas. OR... maybe I'll edit some more. It's running long at 100K and could probably be tighter.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finished polishing Clara's story - which now has a title - A Taste for the Game. Sent queries out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Beginning Lydia's story (Clara's friend in ATftG...) so that if by some miracle ATftG is sold, I'll have a follow-up started.&lt;br /&gt;4. Also must finish the short I began AGES ago for Ellora's Cave. Kept putting it aside and now it's haunting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4189431799472159568?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4189431799472159568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4189431799472159568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4189431799472159568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4189431799472159568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/12/wylie-is-writing.html' title='Wylie is writing...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-542161676017788949</id><published>2009-12-01T06:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:45:45.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satin Sash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Garnier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAL Heat'/><title type='text'>Satin Sash by Red Garnier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* ~ * ~ * &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;It's SATIN SASH release day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* ~ * ~ *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410232201554304690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SxUBhc4GHrI/AAAAAAAABNE/_Z0s3ykhucE/s320/Satin+Sash+by+Red+Garnier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was another who loved them both . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Satin Sash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * Get out the party favors, Red's first "I've made the big-time" book is out today!! * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Satin Sash, from NAL Heat is in bookstores TO-DAY so run (don't walk... &lt;em&gt;run&lt;/em&gt;) out and get your copy. Here's the blurb:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Business partners Grey Richards and Heath Solis are best friends, even&lt;br /&gt;though they’re as different as night and day. Grey is calm, confident, and&lt;br /&gt;always in control. Heath is as passionate as his smoldering looks. No woman can&lt;br /&gt;resist them, and it’s always been easy to share. Until now…&lt;br /&gt;Grey is head over&lt;br /&gt;heels in love with Antonia Kearny, a woman whose luscious body enflames his&lt;br /&gt;senses and whose playful, willing spirit captures his heart. He’ll do anything&lt;br /&gt;to see her smile, to hear her breath catch, to make her scream his name. And&lt;br /&gt;when he realizes that Toni wants another man—and that it’s Heath—he’ll make the&lt;br /&gt;ultimate sacrifice…&lt;br /&gt;On a decadent weekend in Mexico, Toni will experience the&lt;br /&gt;hunger, the touch, the taste of two men. But will her desire bring them&lt;br /&gt;together, or tear the three apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to tell you kids... this book will keep you riveted to your favorite reading chair so take my advice and set the ceiling fan on high before you get comfy or you may spontaneously combust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't get to your nearest bookstore, here are some online links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Red's website: &lt;a href="http://www.redgarnier.com/books/sash.php#excerpt" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.redgarnier.com/books/sash.php#excerpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy from Amazon: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0451228030/redgar-20" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0451228030/redgar-20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders: &lt;a href="http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=0451228030" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=0451228030&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnes and Noble: &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Satin-Sash/Red-Garnier/e/9780451228031/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Satin-Sash/Red-Garnier/e/9780451228031/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One million congratulations to you, Red. Many happy sales (that's a given) and many many more books please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-542161676017788949?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/542161676017788949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=542161676017788949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/542161676017788949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/542161676017788949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/12/satin-sash-by-red-garnier.html' title='Satin Sash by Red Garnier'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SxUBhc4GHrI/AAAAAAAABNE/_Z0s3ykhucE/s72-c/Satin+Sash+by+Red+Garnier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8756301544128289420</id><published>2009-11-22T09:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:06:45.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do we blame for the downfall of society?</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a week. If you've been following the Harlequin Horizons debacle, you know what I mean. Soooo not going there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I must talk about a dream I had last night. Okay, yes, I get it -- you want to stop reading because other people's dreams are so freaking boring to hear about -- but wait!! This is too bizarre to miss and probably the product of the headache pain relievers I took last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in a lecture hall for a media relations class. It's exam day. On the board is a series of essay questions. ACK! I didn't know what any of it meant!! But wait... on the last section of board was an OR question. The essays &lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;we could list seven famous people who contributed to the downfall of our society by association.&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I read gossip blogs. This should be easy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Britney Spears for giving us Kevin Federline &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the prof was so pleased he wrote it on the board!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lindsay Lohan for giving us her wackadoo parents&lt;br /&gt;3. OJ Simpson for giving us the Kardashians &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cause really, that's where it all started)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. John McCain for giving us Sarah Palin&lt;br /&gt;5. Sarah Palin for giving us Levi Johnson&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure who's to blame for Speidi or the Hiltons (Paris and Perez!) but I think I should have gotten 2 points for the OJ Simpson link because for a short time we also had to put up with Kato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I woke up before I completed the task and I'd love for you to help me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8756301544128289420?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8756301544128289420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8756301544128289420&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8756301544128289420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8756301544128289420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-do-we-blame-for-downfall-of-society.html' title='Who do we blame for the downfall of society?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3291826193753784566</id><published>2009-11-14T09:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:29:11.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristin Nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agent hunting'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry, Kristin Nelson</title><content type='html'>Oops... it's been awhile. I vowed to do better after that long blog-holiday during the summer, but I keep forgetting about this little sucker. Especially now that I'm on Twitter. Gosh - it's so exciting over there. Short and to the point. Well... sometimes it's pretty pointless, let's not kid ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, while I continue to spit polish the novel, I jumped into the next exciting phase of composing the query letter and synopsis. And of course, the dreaded agent hunt.&lt;br /&gt;And I've a confession... I was so excited to have a piece of work to sell, I prematurely sent out 3 queries before I could really nail the tone of the letter. And, I did it after midnight, completely ignoring my strict rule to NEVER send an email after midnight (it's like drunk dialing, people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... to the agent who rejected me a mere handful of hours after I hit send, I'm sorry you had to see my first lame attempt at a query. I hang my head in shame. I'm sorry for wasting your time. You should have the power to kick someone's butt for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for the next 2 agents, btw... 'cause it was only marginally better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My advice to anyone jumping into the Query Wars: Stop. Wait. Revise. Put it aside then revise again. I know you're itching, I know you think 'This book is IT!', and it just may be, but don't undermine all your hard work by covering it with a hastily written piece of garbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very mixed feelings about the agent hunt...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it gets you giddy and hopeful because it means that you actually have a book finished, something you worked hard on, a piece of your heart and soul to present to the world. On the other hand, it also renders you naked and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;I liken it to standing in a boxing ring with your hands tied behind your back. You know the blows are coming, you know they're going to hurt. You can't duck, you can only brace yourself and hope it's not a shot to the face, hope that you'll recover before the next punch comes. Because each hit erodes you, your self confidence, your hope, your dream.&lt;br /&gt;YES, you will recover, eventually, and write another book or revise your query and send to the next agent on the list, but in the meantime, you'll feel like shit, eat chocolate and mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to query revision and chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3291826193753784566?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3291826193753784566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3291826193753784566&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3291826193753784566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3291826193753784566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry-kristin-nelson.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, Kristin Nelson'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6226079016096798118</id><published>2009-11-04T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:34:52.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah Braemel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine d&apos;Abo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Coi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimber Chin'/><title type='text'>Writing = Puzzles</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of going on a weekend writer's retreat with my fellow Toronto Romance Writer authors - JK Coi, Leah Braemel, Christing d'Abo and Kimber Chin. Much fun was had, words typed, brains stormed, wine drunk, chocolate consumed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a week later and I'm still reflecting on how different we all worked, how we structure not only our writing time, but how our stories unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I write this, my son is sitting on the floor doing a puzzle. We usually do them together, me in the lead, so he follows my method: I begin with the four corners, then find all the edge pieces. Once those are in place, I like to sort the pieces by color so that I can quickly identify which part of the puzzle they belong. Then I start filling in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Left to his own devices, my five year old started from the bottom up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bottom up!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. It makes no sense to me, but he's plugging away and by the time I'm finished this post, I'm sure he'll be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to writing...&lt;br /&gt;My method, what seems to work for me, anyway, is to get the four corners down, so within the rough outline (no, not synopsis... this is more of a mind dump) I identify the hero and heroine, their internal and external conflicts, how it affects them within the framework of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Then I figure out how the hero and heroine meet, a few critical turning points and an ending (or at least a glimmer of an ending). Voila - my frame.&lt;br /&gt;Then I begin - usually with 'Chapter One', but not always! I often write the critical scenes or turning points (the sorting of the colors) then go back and fill in or further flesh out the plot that lead to the critical scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other writers in the group write in a linear fashion -- from Chapter 1 to The End. Something like what my son is doing with his puzzle (he's finished, btw -- every little Spongebob piece in its perfect place). The beginning to end method makes the most sense, doesn't it? It's logical -- can't argue with that -- but this method doesn't work for me because if I come upon a part I don't know what to do with, I get paralyzed, unable to move past that point. (I know, I know, stubborn like mule.) I feel like I don't have an aim.&lt;br /&gt;I'm strange like this. Y'know how some people go for a walk? "Hey - let's go for a walk, get some fresh air, some exercise."&lt;br /&gt;This isn't me. I need a destination or it seems like a pointless task. Tell me to walk to the mailbox, to the store for a paper, to the closest Tim Hortons for a coffee, and hell ya! The fresh and exercise is a bonus. But just to go for a walk... uh un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I get it, btw, why people do, so don't misread this as me being judgemental --It's totally me being strange!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What works for you? Are you a corners and border first, a one end to the other, or a grap a piece and see where it fits?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6226079016096798118?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6226079016096798118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6226079016096798118&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6226079016096798118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6226079016096798118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/11/writing-puzzles.html' title='Writing = Puzzles'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3579025865236989843</id><published>2009-10-31T11:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:59:39.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO! or Boo...</title><content type='html'>BOO and Happy Halloween bloggers, writers and readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally writing the end chapter to my current wip. I knew roughly what would happen and how I needed to end the story of Clara and Luc (the book doesn't have a title yet) but it wasn't until my walk this morning that the details became clear.&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion - active body=active brain cells!&lt;br /&gt;Once I write The End, I'll go back to the beginning and smooth over the messy bits, add more flavor, tie up any dangly bits and begin the dreaded synopsis so I can begin the query process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to finish this book weeks ago but two weeks of sick kidlets threw a serious wrench in my creative process. My boys are needy (and that's putting it kindly) when they're feeling icky (*cough* much like their father *cough-cough*) but that's okay... it's part of the job description. BUT - and this is where I actually get to the point - the messed up time-line makes it impossible for me to do NaNo. And maybe that's a good thing. Maybe next year, when Sweetness (aka youngest son) starts school full-time and I'll have hours to spend at the computer rather than minutes -- and I'll feel less guilt. (thanks for that mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you NaNo-ing? How do you juggle it all? What sort of schedule will you adhere to (if at all) and what are you writing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3579025865236989843?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3579025865236989843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3579025865236989843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3579025865236989843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3579025865236989843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-or-boo.html' title='BOO! or Boo...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2951986341869925311</id><published>2009-10-28T08:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:40:01.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail tags'/><title type='text'>Wylie's Fail Tags</title><content type='html'>1. So THEY are now saying that a huge percentage of reported H1N1 cases (they stopped the blood tests awhile ago and go by symptoms only) are not actually H1N1. Me smells a pharma-rat. #swinefail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm in the home stretch of the novel-in-progress. But everytime I've said that in the past I've found some way to add 10 - 15 K to the total. Hmmm #trendspottingfail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Four Christmas pressies bought. I'm a month and a half ahead of schedule! #franticshopperfail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've eaten half the treats I bought for Halloween and still have days to go. #dietfail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Recently returned from a FABULOUS writer's retreat where as much laughing was done as writing. I thought I had nothing to brainstorm with the group until I returned home and realized that my book has neither a title or ending. #brainstormfail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Yay me for kicking my severe coffee dependence. Boo me for replacing it with fingernail biting. #compulsivedisorderfail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I live for Wednesday's GLEE. #getalifefail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2951986341869925311?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2951986341869925311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2951986341869925311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2951986341869925311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2951986341869925311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/wylies-fail-tags.html' title='Wylie&apos;s Fail Tags'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1380646363860335922</id><published>2009-10-24T06:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:04:00.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadian Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senator Joe Lieberman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H1N1 vaccine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee-Anne Goodman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>H1N1 is in the building!</title><content type='html'>My youngest son, aka Sweetness, has the H1N1 virus. It's the mild form, thank goodness, but he's been put on medication to ensure his lungs don't get a secondary infection because this virus is expecially hard on the respitory system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading MUCH about this virus and the vaccination that's meant to be coming out in the next few weeks.  If you're Canadian, and you can get your hands on the MacLeans magazine that came out this week, they tackle the topic with thorough, unbiased approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came across this article from the Canadian Press that made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;The full article is here: &lt;a href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/091022/world/us_cda_flu_vaccine"&gt;http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/091022/world/us_cda_flu_vaccine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the part that slayed me. It concerns the short fall of vaccine supplies in the U.S.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Canada's abundant supply of H1N1, meantime, was noted with envy on Wednesday during a Congressional hearing into the swine flu crisis on Capitol Hill.  Sen. Joe Lieberman told a Senate committee that the American shortfall of swine-flu vaccine is a result, in part, of countries like Canada choosing to make their own populations a priority. Ottawa pressured Canadian manufacturers to take care of the needs of the Canadian population before they could make vaccine available to the U.S., Lieberman said.&lt;br /&gt;"It's exactly what we would do with an American producer, and it just puts an exclamation point on the importance of developing domestic capacity for production of vaccine in these cases," he said. &lt;strong&gt;"I'm not blaming Canada, but I suppose in some sense you could say that the ... shortage of the vaccine today, beneath what we would want it to be, is attributable to foreign countries telling their local manufacturers, 'Hey, you've got to fill our needs before you fill anybody else's."' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one American who badly wants the vaccine - 29-year-old Katie Hentges of Jefferson City, Mo. - says the blame lies with U.S. officials who failed to anticipate the scope of the H1N1 crisis.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not miffed at all at Canada," said Hentges, an asthmatic who fears the flu could hit her hard if she catches it. "It's not their fault that Americans are short-sighted and have the dumbest health-care system on the planet." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness -- I'm not even sure what to say about this, except: Senator Lieberman... REALLY??  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Message to M. - nothing mysterious about the raccoon... it made camp on my front porch last spring and it's cute and I have no book covers to advertise. That's it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1380646363860335922?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1380646363860335922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1380646363860335922&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1380646363860335922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1380646363860335922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/h1n1-is-in-building.html' title='H1N1 is in the building!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6480195099079065029</id><published>2009-10-21T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:37:00.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph Lauren FAIL</title><content type='html'>File this under Extreme WTFuckery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Lauren photoshops a model to unhealthy proportions, gets called on it, then fires the girl for being too large!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Std75d2Ms9I/AAAAAAAABM8/ur_pTxwnbZk/s1600-h/photoshopped+model+too+fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392915305994171346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Std75d2Ms9I/AAAAAAAABM8/ur_pTxwnbZk/s320/photoshopped+model+too+fat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ralph Lauren,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not that I drop a large amount of money on your products anyway... but I'm now going to actively go out of my way to purge the house of anything with your moniker on it. And don't expect to ever see my credit card number on your books again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kinsons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read here how she was photoshopped into anorexia: &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2009/10/06/the-criticism-that-r.html"&gt;http://www.boingboing.net/2009/10/06/the-criticism-that-r.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here for how she was subsequently fired for being too large!!! She's 5'10" and 120 pounds. Good grief!! &lt;a href="http://ca.lifestyle.yahoo.com/fashion-beauty/articles/trends/cp/home_family%20model_in_altered_ralph_lauren_ad_says_she_was_fired_for_being_too_large"&gt;http://ca.lifestyle.yahoo.com/fashion-beauty/articles/trends/cp/home_family%20model_in_altered_ralph_lauren_ad_says_she_was_fired_for_being_too_large&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6480195099079065029?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6480195099079065029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6480195099079065029&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6480195099079065029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6480195099079065029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/ralph-lauren-fail.html' title='Ralph Lauren FAIL'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Std75d2Ms9I/AAAAAAAABM8/ur_pTxwnbZk/s72-c/photoshopped+model+too+fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8026581158485175207</id><published>2009-10-17T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:32:00.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cory Monteith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew Morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Lynch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lea Michele'/><title type='text'>SQUEE for GLEE!!</title><content type='html'>I'm unashamedly hooked on the television show GLEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cast is brilliant and though I love Lea Michele's character Rachel, Cory Monteith as Fin and the adorable Matthew Morrison as the Glee Club director Will Schuester, it's Jane Lynch's cheerleading coach Sue Sylvester who completely steals the show. And she doesn't even sing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392826412521903826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/StcrDL22VtI/AAAAAAAABM0/eHx2jj1f1To/s400/Glee+Cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/StcpxH0EPeI/AAAAAAAABMk/UMzQi9zG5KM/s1600-h/Jane+Lynch+and+Steve+Carrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392825002687217122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/StcpxH0EPeI/AAAAAAAABMk/UMzQi9zG5KM/s400/Jane+Lynch+and+Steve+Carrell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might not recognize her name, but her imdb credits are well over 100 long so you'd probably recognize her. For me, it was her role as Paula, the electronics store manager in The 40 Year Old Virgin that made her memorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A program like Glee -- about the nerds, losers, misfits who make up the school's show choir -- has to settle onto a wire thin tightrope of balance between drama, humor and song. They do it brilliantly, with just enough campiness to not take itself to seriously. And that's important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ignore everything I just said and watch Glee because it will make you feel... Gleeful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8026581158485175207?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8026581158485175207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8026581158485175207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8026581158485175207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8026581158485175207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/squee-for-glee.html' title='SQUEE for GLEE!!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/StcrDL22VtI/AAAAAAAABM0/eHx2jj1f1To/s72-c/Glee+Cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2646798508804461451</id><published>2009-10-15T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:00:05.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet potato casserole'/><title type='text'>The Best Part of the Holidays? LEFTOVERS!</title><content type='html'>Up until last night we were still enjoying leftovers from out Thanksgiving dinner. In the spirit of giving (and thanking!) I thought I'd share our favorite dish that works for both Thanksgiving and Christmas feasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Potato Casserole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-6 cups sweet potato, cubed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup white sugar (I sometime use less sugar and it tastes just as fine)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;4 tbsp butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup evaporated milk (you can subsitute regular 2% milk)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topping:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c cup chopped pecans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;directions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 C). Boil sweet potatoes in a medium pot until tender, drain and mash.&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, mix together sugar, eggs, salt, butter, milk and vanilla - add sweet potato mash and mix until smooth. Transfer into a 9x13 baking dish (or large casserole works well too)&lt;br /&gt;In a medium bowl, mix the sugar and flour. Cut in the butter until the mixture is coarse (like crumble topping). Stir in the pecans. Sprinkle the mixture over the sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Bake in the preheated oven for 30 minutes or until the topping is nice and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total prep time: approx 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Total cooking time: approx 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Makes enough for 12-14 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, it tastes even better the second and third day.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2646798508804461451?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2646798508804461451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2646798508804461451&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2646798508804461451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2646798508804461451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-part-of-holidays-leftovers.html' title='The Best Part of the Holidays? LEFTOVERS!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1742010725308931980</id><published>2009-10-13T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:04:00.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving a couple of days ago and naturally, it got me thinking about all that I'm thankful for. I could easily list a hundred but you'd get bored so here are a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family; Mr. Wylie, Sweetness and Light (aka my 2 sons)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother who will celebrate her 90th birthday in 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our house, and it's abundance of closets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends, too numerous to name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My readers. All 3 of you ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My TRW buddies who keep me sane and laughing (and waving pom poms)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food ('nuff said)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cats - who always seem to know when I need a furry loving cuddle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have things to be thankful for and may the coming year provide you with bounty for the body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for leftovers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1742010725308931980?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1742010725308931980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1742010725308931980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1742010725308931980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1742010725308931980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8222197911694345852</id><published>2009-10-11T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:00:00.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview with oldest'/><title type='text'>Light: The Interview</title><content type='html'>Last Spring I did an &lt;a href="http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweetness-interview.html"&gt;interview with Sweetness, my youngest child&lt;/a&gt;. I decided to let the oldest, the Light of my life, have a go. Here's what my 9 year old had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS SOMETHING MOM ALWAYS SAYS TO YOU? Go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT MAKES MOM HAPPY? Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT MAKES MOM SAD? Whenever I do something stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DOES YOUR MOM MAKE YOU LAUGH? Tickling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS YOUR MOM LIKE AS A CHILD? I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HOW OLD IS YOUR MOM? 42 (ed note: liar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW TALL IS YOUR MOM? About five feet (lies, more lies!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE THING TO DO? I totally don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DOES YOUR MOM DO WHEN YOU’RE NOT AROUND? Write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IF YOUR MOM BECOMES FAMOUS, WHAT WILL IT BE FOR? Writing a famous book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT is YOUR MOM REALLY GOOD AT? Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR MOM NOT VERY GOOD AT? Math (okay, the lies have stopped...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DOES YOUR MOM DO FOR HER JOB? Writes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE FOOD? Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT MAKES YOUR MOM PROUD OF YOU? Whenever I do something good (ah... it IS sinking in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. IF YOUR MOM WERE A CARTOON CHARACTER, WHO WOULD SHE BE? Sandy Cheeks (from Spongebob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT DO YOU AND YOUR MOM DO TOGETHER? watch tv, cuddle in bed, read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. HOW ARE YOU AND YOUR MOM THE SAME? We both like reading, we both like Mighty B, we like going to the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. HOW ARE YOU AND YOUR MOM DIFFERENT? gender, she's good at language and I'm good at math, age, she owns the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW DO YOU KNOW YOUR MOM LOVES YOU? Because she shows it by hugs and kisses and she likes to cuddle me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHERE IS YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE PLACE TO GO? to visit her mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE YOUR MOM? 99 out of 100 because sometimes she's mean to me but mostly she's nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8222197911694345852?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8222197911694345852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8222197911694345852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8222197911694345852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8222197911694345852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-interview.html' title='Light: The Interview'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4400601870359637597</id><published>2009-10-08T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:45:00.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Bones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlashForward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lie to Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eastwick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fringe'/><title type='text'>Wylie's Watching...</title><content type='html'>I've been sucked pretty hard into television this season. I vowed not to add any shows to the must-watch list, but much like the diet, I succumbed to temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm excited about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FlashForward&lt;/strong&gt; - I was hooked as soon as I saw the cast. Joseph Fiennes (that's Ralph's brother - remember him from Shakespeare in Love?), whom i adore even with the phony American accent, a few cast members from LOST, a brief appearance by Alex Kingston (Elizabeth from ER) and other familiar faces...&lt;br /&gt;It's based on a Robert Sawyer book about a strange phenomenon whereby everyone in the world blacks out at exactly same time and foresees a moment in their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glee&lt;/strong&gt; - I absolutely ADORE it! It makes me feel good!! Song, dance, great cast. It should be called SQUEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those I'm loyal to from years past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fringe&lt;/strong&gt; - fills the void the X-Files left all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bones&lt;/strong&gt; - especially since I'm now caught up on past seasons so finally feel like I know what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Castle&lt;/strong&gt; - Nathan Fillion. That's all I'm sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lie To Me&lt;/strong&gt; - because I seem to enjoy totally obnoxious, know-it-all men?? Hmm... both are British actors. As is Joe Fiennes from FlashForward. I'm sensing a trend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows that didn't hook me (after 2 or more episodes):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/strong&gt;: Too angsty and, &lt;em&gt;does no one in highschool have parents?&lt;/em&gt; The dialogue is soap-operaish (and I should know, having had that one line in Y&amp;amp;R all those years ago - *snort*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eastwick:&lt;/strong&gt; meh. But I'll say this: Rebecca Romijn is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not doing ANY reality shows this year. NONE. This year, I'm going scripted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What new shows have your fire burning, kids? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Better yet, what have dumped or refused to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell, tell, tell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4400601870359637597?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4400601870359637597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4400601870359637597&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4400601870359637597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4400601870359637597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/wylies-watching.html' title='Wylie&apos;s Watching...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3410815787296130314</id><published>2009-10-05T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:00:00.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer-in-residence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Cooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto Public Libraries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRW'/><title type='text'>Writer in Residence at Toronto Public Libraries</title><content type='html'>If you get a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow TRW member Deborah Cooke is currently the Writer-in-Residence at the Toronto Public Libraries. Deborah is the FIRST romance writer in this position which is very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Writing since the early 90's, Deb(who also writes as Claire Cross and Claire Delacroix) is a font of knowledge when it comes to the publishing industry, so please, check out her blog posts while she's 'representin' us HEA writers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torontopubliclibrary.typepad.com/deborahcooke"&gt;http://torontopubliclibrary.typepad.com/deborahcooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3410815787296130314?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3410815787296130314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3410815787296130314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3410815787296130314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3410815787296130314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/writer-in-residence-at-toronto-public.html' title='Writer in Residence at Toronto Public Libraries'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2861645153329045253</id><published>2009-10-02T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:30:00.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto Maple Leafs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelphia Flyers'/><title type='text'>Hockey Night in Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SrmL7iN2r6I/AAAAAAAABL8/Tg6PMZPEMQU/s1600-h/2009-Sept+Maple+Leafs+hockey+game+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384488684411596706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SrmL7iN2r6I/AAAAAAAABL8/Tg6PMZPEMQU/s400/2009-Sept+Maple+Leafs+hockey+game+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of going to see an NHL game last weekend. It was so exciting to be part of the fan crazy - and believe me, there was tons of fan crazy! The Toronto Maple Leaf fans are known for it. And despite the rant I'm about to go on, &lt;em&gt;I loved it.&lt;/em&gt; Every tense second. I'd jump at the chance to go to another... if only the tickets weren't so prohibitively expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fights. Ridiculous! Gloves flying off, grown men beating on each other like schoolyard bullies... what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;No less than three major fights broke out, one even caused some blood on the ice (okay, that totally turned my on, but that's a whole 'nuther show, people). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did they get? &lt;strong&gt;2 minute&lt;/strong&gt; penalties for roughing, &lt;strong&gt;5 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; for fighting or charging. Puh-lease. And they got to sit in a little box on the other side of the ice from their team mates. Hardly a deterrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say&lt;/em&gt; - increase the penalty to no less than 10 minutes and make them sit with the other team. Ha! See if you can big boys can deal with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where else is this crap allowed? You don't see Tiger beating down on Vijay. Selena doesn't jump the net and put her sister in a headlock! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called sportsmanship. It should be part of the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my other solution -- Fire the refs, let some MOMS out there. Here's how it would go down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What did you say to me? &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; started it? &lt;em&gt;Really?&lt;/em&gt; Because that's not what I saw.... and don't you lie to me, I have eyes in the back of my damn head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now stop your whining and go stand in the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;, not the penalty box where you can still watch the game. You stand in the corner, on your tip toes and you &lt;em&gt;THINK&lt;/em&gt; about what you did, young man. &lt;em&gt;Ten minutes.&lt;/em&gt; You heard me! And if you don't watch your lip, you'll be licking the soap."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incase you're interested, Leafs beat the Flyers 5 - 4 in overtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2861645153329045253?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2861645153329045253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2861645153329045253&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2861645153329045253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2861645153329045253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/10/hockey-night-in-canada.html' title='Hockey Night in Canada'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SrmL7iN2r6I/AAAAAAAABL8/Tg6PMZPEMQU/s72-c/2009-Sept+Maple+Leafs+hockey+game+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1950391775945303549</id><published>2009-09-28T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:05:00.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Garnier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writing, or at least i think it is.</title><content type='html'>With both kids back at school (though one is only in kindergarden so 1/2 days only), I've managed to get back to writing. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;At least I think it's writing... I'm so rusty that the words are coming agonizingly slow. And I'm very unsure of myself so have been relying on my good buddy &lt;a href="http://www.redgarnier.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Garnier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(who has a novel coming out this December called Satin Sash that is sooooo hot it will make your toes curl!) for the occassional ego boost. Everyone needs a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in their life. Truly. Someone who'll read your sh*t and assure that you don't suck, but also make little suggestions to take an okay scene into a rockin' good piece of fluff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I working on?&lt;br /&gt;A light contemporary. I'm aiming for category length, but we'll see. I've never been good at sticking to expected word counts so I may end up with a saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What are you working on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1950391775945303549?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1950391775945303549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1950391775945303549&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1950391775945303549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1950391775945303549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/09/writing-or-at-least-i-think-it-is.html' title='Writing, or at least i think it is.'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2698866039278211220</id><published>2009-09-25T10:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:38:00.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judith James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump Zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Age of Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Wing'/><title type='text'>But she promised to only brag once!</title><content type='html'>Hey, remember I mentioned that futuristic, post-apocalyptic book of mine that finalled in the Original Golden Opportunity Contest -- JUMP ZONE???&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I know... I promised to only brag once... but this is more of a reference point rather than outright tooting-of-horn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yes, the future! It's impossible to foresee the future but one must make educated guesses, extrapolations, etc... based on the knowledge we now have. A writer's future world MUST have some degree of authenticity so readers don't toss it to the wall and declare it absolute rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I wrote about a future world that was devasted by a combination of war and climate change... so naturally, I can't wait to see this film starring one of my fave Brit actors Pete Postlethwaite (try saying that name after a few pints!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/afp/090919/entertainment/climate_warming_un_film"&gt;The Age of Stupid: A wakeup call on climate change&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. If you enjoy historical romances and you haven't read Judith James's BROKEN WING, I urge you to. It's very different. Busts the comfortable barriers of more traditional HRs but in a refreshing, dark and dramatic way. Go. Read. Support this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2698866039278211220?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2698866039278211220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2698866039278211220&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2698866039278211220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2698866039278211220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-she-promised-to-only-brag-once.html' title='But she promised to only brag once!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4490133491103184952</id><published>2009-09-22T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:23:00.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercury amalgams'/><title type='text'>What's in your mouth?</title><content type='html'>A friend mentioned that she'd had a few metal amalgams removed.&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was talking about her star chart...&lt;br /&gt;alas, I am stupid. Amalgams are dental fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most good Canadian children who were raised on pixie sticks and MacIntosh toffee, I have a fair share of mercury amalgams myself so naturally I asked her why she was getting hers removed.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, mercury is a dangerous substance to have in our bodies (&lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/culturemonster/2009/01/jeremy-piven.html"&gt;right Jeremy Piven??&lt;/a&gt;) and they've outright banned mercury amalgams in many countries. In Canada, they're not given to pregnant women or children. But the U.S. FDA seems to think they're okay.&lt;br /&gt;I realize there are always two sides to the story, and having read a bit on both points of few, decided to share my favorite article (at least the one that made me groan, chuckle and gasp with fear):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.oneradionetwork.com/health_-_articles/dental_healing_-_articles/mercury_dental_amalgams_banned_in_3_countries_20090114717/"&gt;http://www.oneradionetwork.com/health_-_articles/dental_healing_-_articles/mercury_dental_amalgams_banned_in_3_countries_20090114717/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially liked the bit about a school evacution due to a teeny tiny amount of mercury leaking from a necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this will age me, but when I was in school -- elementary and highschool -- a big highlight in science class was a game of Let's Chase the Mercury! whereby the teacher spilled the silver liquid on the floor and we stupid unsuspecting and now quite poisoned children ran after the little balls as they scattered about.&lt;br /&gt;Any one else?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll see you on the Alzheimer's Ward in a few...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4490133491103184952?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4490133491103184952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4490133491103184952&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4490133491103184952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4490133491103184952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-in-your-mouth.html' title='What&apos;s in your mouth?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4670490707386139530</id><published>2009-09-19T10:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:04:55.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump Zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnie Staring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Opportunity'/><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogworld! It's been awhile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One heck of a busy summer. But it had a GLORIOUS ending, which I'll brag about just once, I promise:&lt;br /&gt;My futuristic, post-apocalyptic novel, &lt;strong&gt;Jump Zone&lt;/strong&gt;, finalled in the Original Golden Opportunity Contest and is now sitting on the desk of a Dorchester editor for a final round of judging. Squee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow Toronto Romance Writer, &lt;a href="http://bonniestaring.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bonnie Staring&lt;/a&gt;, finalled too in they YA category, so let's give a WHOOP to the BonStar!! (pom pom swish)&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;And your Summer Lovin' activities? Come on, play along and tell me, what was the HIGHLIGHT of your holidays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4670490707386139530?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4670490707386139530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4670490707386139530&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4670490707386139530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4670490707386139530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8078656109925593112</id><published>2009-06-02T09:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:38:55.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, where'd she go?</title><content type='html'>Kinda quiet in here...&lt;br /&gt;Nope - didn't fall of the end of the earth, but motherhood is smothering the Wylie right out of me! Haven't written lately (but hoping to change that soon) due to a badly planned overkill of children's activities ranging from school projects (Grade 4 is HARD!!!), martial arts and soccer. I don't remember my childhood being this crazy. Better go check with my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has sadly fallen off the priority list, but before I disappear for another extended period of time (otherwise known as summer holidays) I must mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomma Lyn Grindstaff's &lt;a href="http://www.blacklyonpublishing.com/Mirror%20Blue.html"&gt;Mirror Blue &lt;/a&gt;is out. This literary romance is a MUST READ. Her characters are richly drawn and grounded in real-life, full of conflict and utterly engaging. (And she's the only author I know who can mix cats, hogs and snakes effortlessly into a plot!! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8078656109925593112?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8078656109925593112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8078656109925593112&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8078656109925593112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8078656109925593112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-whered-she-go.html' title='Hey, where&apos;d she go?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6879184145807467499</id><published>2009-05-05T08:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:18:26.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Changing of the Guard</title><content type='html'>My Uncle Bill died last week at the sprightly age of 93 and it hit me really hard. He was one of the remaining few of my mom's generation.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary - watching these matriarchs and patriarchs go down, one by one, leaving gaps in the front lines -- gaps that MY generation have to fill. We've all taken one proverbial step forward, becoming the new guard, becoming the 'adults' in the eyes of our own children -- protectors, the 'wise ones'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6879184145807467499?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6879184145807467499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6879184145807467499&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6879184145807467499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6879184145807467499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/05/changing-of-guard.html' title='Changing of the Guard'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8680201081895624959</id><published>2009-05-01T06:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:33:02.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>Disney's EARTH</title><content type='html'>Did a family outing to see Disney's EARTH this past weekend. It was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;I'm suggesting that you splurge and buy the BBC Earth series on DVD instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/01/bbc-planet-earth.html"&gt;Go here to see my original post on this amazing collection.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney used about 60% footage from BBC's Planet Earth series so much of it was familiar. This brought up an interesting comparison -- I like David Attenborough's narration much better than Disney's remix, with no disrespect to James Earl Jones.&lt;br /&gt;As for the kids, they were bored and fidgety after the first hour. I should probably add that both my boys (4 &amp;amp; 9 years old) love the theatre experience and can usually be counted on to sit still for the duration. Perhaps it's because they've both seen the BBC version but I think it's because there wasn't a plot or storyline to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen it? I'd love to hear your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, I caught Love Actually on television the other night and was reminded of how much I enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8680201081895624959?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8680201081895624959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8680201081895624959&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8680201081895624959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8680201081895624959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/05/disneys-earth.html' title='Disney&apos;s EARTH'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4204870877633589412</id><published>2009-04-29T06:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:03:00.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raccoon'/><title type='text'>Wylie's Wild World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SfRdwyZa6YI/AAAAAAAABL0/KBz0SC3WNjY/s1600-h/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328987351829637506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SfRdwyZa6YI/AAAAAAAABL0/KBz0SC3WNjY/s400/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a jungle out here. Literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby walked son to schoolbus the other day and on the way home spotted a little raccoon climing the stone pillar of our front porch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bandit (as he was so named) took up residence on a little ledge, high above our front door, and settled in for the day (technically, his night). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came and went throughout the day but other than looking down at us, giving the occassional scratch or licky-bath to his gorgeous fur coat, Bandid didn't budge until the sun went back down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all fascinated, especially my cats, who chattered to Bandit through the window for a good portion of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took everything in my power not to offer it up a meal! I'm a hostess at heart, but I know it would be very bad form to encourage further visits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my neighbors would have shot me ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4204870877633589412?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4204870877633589412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4204870877633589412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4204870877633589412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4204870877633589412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/04/wylies-wild-world.html' title='Wylie&apos;s Wild World'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SfRdwyZa6YI/AAAAAAAABL0/KBz0SC3WNjY/s72-c/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2596320637641664299</id><published>2009-04-26T08:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:02:22.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corner Gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart and Stroke Foundation'/><title type='text'>Jumping Rope for the Heart Bounce Station</title><content type='html'>I've had a cold from HELL over the last week. It turned into a sinus and ear infection that made my life a bit miserable.&lt;br /&gt;All that head/chest drama was in addition to the sprained ribs (but really, trampolining is FUN!) and the twisted knee (nothing to do with trampolining) made Wylie a grumpy little beast who spent 20 hours a day in bed since last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering if I'm exagerating my illness... not only did my computer hold no interest for me (point of evidence!), but I felt too icky to read.&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt;-sick.&lt;br /&gt;And no attention span for movies, either. Thank goodness for Corner Gas, the 22 minute Canadian prarie-comedy, which I'd never seen before, but thanks to Apple TV, now own seasons 1-4. It's such a hoot! The downside? Laughter induced coughing fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - I have short hair. Yup. After years and years of sporting longish locks, I gave my stylist carte blanche with the scissors. It's okay... takes some getting used to, but much easier to manage. And I'm honestly not sorry to see the French braid go. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a long overdue episode of &lt;strong&gt;Overheard at the Kinsons&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;My son is taking part in the Jump Rope for Heart fundraiser at school so they had a representative for the Heart &amp;amp; Stroke Foundation come to their class to give a talk. How did this go down? My four year old boy greeted me at pick-up time with: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mom, I need to fill this envelope with money for the Heart &amp;amp; Bounce Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day (and after being gently corrected): &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dad! You have to give me money for the Found Heart Dalmation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... I could NOT make this stuff up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2596320637641664299?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2596320637641664299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2596320637641664299&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2596320637641664299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2596320637641664299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/04/jumping-rope-for-heart-bounce-station.html' title='Jumping Rope for the Heart Bounce Station'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1553526987755112694</id><published>2009-04-17T08:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:58:03.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trampoline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ouch. Trampolining is harder than it looks...</title><content type='html'>Three friends and I enrolled in a trampoline fitness class.&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing up and down... How hard can it be, right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... big misconception. It's exhausting! BUT FUN. What other form of exercise prompts spontaneous outbursts of giggles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain. Now that's a not so much fun. I expected the knees and lower back to give me trouble, but no... it's my trunk that's in serious trouble. I seemed to have pulled/strained/shredded (pick your verb) the group of muscles (and I use that term loosely) around my midsection, from my mid-spine around my rib cage. Hurts to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, after trampoling, while at the grocery store, I twisted my knee. Heard the joint click as I swivelled to exit my car and, much to the disgust of the mom-of-2-toddlers getting into the car next to mine, swore loudly at the accompanying pain.&lt;br /&gt;So the question is, was I weak from jumping, or was that just a flukey coincidence? Either way, I am limping and stiff and entirely unable to take deep breathes. And popping Advil. And wondering why my 42 year old body hates me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventureland&lt;/strong&gt; - it was just okay. A nice flashback to my youth in the 80's. They should have given Kristin Wiig (SNL) more than 4 lines. She's way too funny to waste. This one can wait until DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You, Man&lt;/strong&gt; - so so funny. This is a hilarioius must-see. Paul Rudd is a charming beta-hero and Jason Segal is beyond great. Don't wait for DVD. Get a sitter and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes Man&lt;/strong&gt; (DVD) - Jim Carrey is hit or miss with me. This one was a hit. Fun PG movie that I thought would be fun to watch with my 9 yr old son. Luckily - LUCKILY, I quickly realized my judgement in error, just moments before the old-lady-blow-job scene. Whew... that was close.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... worth the rental price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1553526987755112694?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1553526987755112694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1553526987755112694&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1553526987755112694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1553526987755112694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/04/ouch-trampolining-is-harder-than-it.html' title='Ouch. Trampolining is harder than it looks...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6732587654060988390</id><published>2009-04-15T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:09:02.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britain&apos;s got talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='susan boyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stavros flatley'/><title type='text'>Take THAT, Susan Boyle :)</title><content type='html'>We've all, by now, seen the phenom of Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent (and if you haven't, please Google it -- so worth seeing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you something equally as pleasing, Stavros Flately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4fPHt0FjEU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4fPHt0FjEU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please empty your bladder and sit down to watch this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6732587654060988390?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6732587654060988390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6732587654060988390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6732587654060988390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6732587654060988390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-that-susan-boyle.html' title='Take THAT, Susan Boyle :)'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8742287338739701533</id><published>2009-04-15T08:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:34:41.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harlan Coben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelley Armstrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linwood Barclay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump Zone'/><title type='text'>I LOVE BOOKS!!</title><content type='html'>I went away the week before Easter without my computer. Must admit, I felt totally lost the first few days, but miraculously, I survived ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned out to be a terrific opportunity to make a dent in the TBR (print book) pile. Remember how a couple of posts back I wanted to bulk up the summer reading list? I'm happy to report that I've made an impressive start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beginning with... The Kama Sutra (not the picture version). Very interesting 'literature'. Contrary to my belief, it wasn't exclusively about sex/positions/physical pleasures, but concerned more with social graces, acceptable courting behaviour, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried... TRIED!!... to read Jane Austin's Pride and Predjudice, but couldn't seem to get into it. Why?? I so wanted to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps because I'd seen the movie (both versions) and felt like I already knew what was coming? Or maybe I simply wasn't in the mood for a period piece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latter is certainly a possibility as I haven't had much luck getting into any of the historicals I've got lying around lately. It's a mood thing, right? I've had Lisa Kleypas's Mine 'til Midnight on my nightstand for about 2 months and can't bring myself to crack it. And I KNOW it'll be good once I begin but I can't get over the hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moved on to more Kelley Armstrong. To this point I'd only read her non-paranormal Nadia Stafford books (hit woman extraordinaire), so with much eagerness, dove into Bitten, which is about Elena Michaels, werewolf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocked so much I followed up with Stolen the very next day. Have to hold back from Dime Store Magic for a few more days/weeks, though it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried another Canadian author by the name of Linwood Barclay. If you enjoy Harlan Coben (Hold Tight was amazing. Go forth and read!), give this guy a try. His style is similar (though not quite as polished as Coben - but Coben has how many books out? ... which gives him an experiencial edge) and his plot/pacing is terrific. 'No Time for Goodbye' is now out in paperback and I'm highly recommending it. Just make sure you have a clear calendar for you won't want to put it down. I couldn't.... and ended up reading it into the wee hours, but it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting note - Barclay used to be a regular columnist for the Toronto Star. His pieces were so engaging that I felt like I knew him and his oft mentioned family. So naturally, I'm totally rooting for him in his writing career and hope he rockets to international fame. Like he cares what I think... LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SeXUGqRb9wI/AAAAAAAABLk/6q79ZN963gw/s1600-h/Mirror+Blue+by+TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324895345327208194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SeXUGqRb9wI/AAAAAAAABLk/6q79ZN963gw/s200/Mirror+Blue+by+TL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't seen it yet, TL has a book cover! Her Mirror Blue is due for release on May 1st (squee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my own writing, as of yesterday (Tuesday), my writing break is over. I'm kinda scared to jump back in (oh the neurosis lurking in the writer's mind!) but it's now or never. But I've chosen to shelf Jump Zone indefinitely. I may work on something short and light for Ellora's Cave just to regain my courage, before dusting off the paranormal from hell that gave me nightmares last year. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow (and by that I mean next week, maybe the week after...) I'll talk about the movies I've been catching up on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy writing, happy reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8742287338739701533?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8742287338739701533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8742287338739701533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8742287338739701533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8742287338739701533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-books.html' title='I LOVE BOOKS!!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SeXUGqRb9wI/AAAAAAAABLk/6q79ZN963gw/s72-c/Mirror+Blue+by+TL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3553315196877991665</id><published>2009-04-04T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:00:01.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm currently on holiday... if you can call visiting family up north a 'holiday'. It's cold here. Pity me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank goodness for autoposting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Watched the final ep of Life on Mars and WOW - very cool ending. Despite the title, I confess... I totally didn't see that coming. D'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been watching? Thoughts on ending?? I'm really going to miss that show, especially the music. And No-Nuts. Think of the lawsuits that nickname would launch today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3553315196877991665?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3553315196877991665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3553315196877991665&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3553315196877991665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3553315196877991665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-on-mars.html' title='Life on Mars'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6394123649466024459</id><published>2009-03-31T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:33:05.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...</title><content type='html'>Uncle Mike sent me this You Tube link -- a very interesting compilation of facts of life in the age of technology.&lt;br /&gt;If you have 4 minutes and 55 seconds to spare, this is really worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cL9Wu2kWwSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cL9Wu2kWwSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6394123649466024459?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6394123649466024459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6394123649466024459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6394123649466024459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6394123649466024459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3500034608809610197</id><published>2009-03-30T09:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:44:06.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harlan Coben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duplicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelley Armstrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsters vs Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Books and Movies and NO WRITING</title><content type='html'>Has it REALLY been this long since I blogged last?&lt;br /&gt;See what Twitter has done to me? shame shame... I now have the attention span of a gnat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a bit of a writing/publishing wake-up call a few weeks ago, I pretty much shut down my computer, going DAYS without so much as hitting the power button. I felt a wee bit of guilt in those first hours, but I gotta say - overall, it's been like shedding shackles. And I do not intend to write again for another few weeks. Maybe after Easter.&lt;br /&gt;(Important note: my iPhone is still my life-line, in case you thought I was shunning technology completely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing during those writing hours? Aside from entertaining kiddo who had 2 weeks off for March Break (he goes back this afternoon - YAY!), I've been reading. READING. READING!!!&lt;br /&gt;And not feeling guilty for not writing.&lt;br /&gt;What a terrific way to recharge my creative batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In romance: First up was a free Harlequin ebook that I downloaded onto my iPhone. This way I could pull it out for a few minutes while the kids were bowling, or whatever... It was a Blaze by Lesley Kelley and I think the title was Slow Hands. Enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Then a Kresley Cole I picked up last year at Nationals. It was the third or fourth in a series so although I enjoyed it, I felt like I was late to the party.&lt;br /&gt;This also happened with the next book (another Nationals freebee) a Kerrilyn Sparks book, The Undead Next Door. Lots of characters that I felt I should have already known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Kelley Armstrong's 2nd Nadia Stafford (hit woman) book called Made to Be Broken. I thoroughly enjoyed this strong heroine with a damaged past, a hidden life and who still maintains a 'normal' facade as lodge-owner in a touristy area of Ontario. I really must pick up K.A.'s paranormal books... one of these days... because I love her writing style. It's tight and flows beautifully, without the high, OTT drama that makes you feel like you're on a mind-blowing coaster. She has a great way of keeping the suspense up without making the reader exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;And the characters are so interesting that you wish you knew them in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read Harlan Coben's Hold Tight. Coben never disappoints me. Like Armstrong, his style flows beatifully and he hooks you in the first chapter - ALWAYS. His characters are amazingly introspective and I find myself reading certain passages multiple times because his philosophies are enlightening and/or thought provoking. HIGHLY recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies - another great way to creatively recharge.&lt;br /&gt;Like many others, I succumbed to the Twilight DVD. Gotta say, it held up better on the small screen than it did on the big. Then I watched it &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; and it confirmed that yes, indeed, it was shit.&lt;br /&gt;Duplicity, with Clive Owen and Julia Roberts, had so much potential... but alas, it was long and convoluted and the sparkling chemistry I expected just wasn't really there. It wasn't a bad movie, just not as good as I had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;But Monsters vs Aliens didn't disappoint! It was in 3D so that in itself was a trip, but it had some amusing lines and subtext. The kids loved it, therefore, so did I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3500034608809610197?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3500034608809610197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3500034608809610197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3500034608809610197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3500034608809610197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/books-and-movies-and-no-writing.html' title='Books and Movies and NO WRITING'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-311786200892471122</id><published>2009-03-17T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:58:30.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If this is the future, I want it!</title><content type='html'>A friend sent me this clip about a developing invention that can give us a 'sixth sense'. Watch and be amazed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/pattie_maes_demos_the_sixth_sense.html"&gt;http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/pattie_maes_demos_the_sixth_sense.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it starts off slow, but stick with it cause it's soooo cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: Too invasive, creepy, or uber-cool?&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I wasn't sold until Mistry went into the grocery store. Then the book bit blew me away. And how cool is the taking-pictures feature? Does it come with a built in flash? *hee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-311786200892471122?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/311786200892471122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=311786200892471122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/311786200892471122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/311786200892471122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-this-is-future-i-want-it.html' title='If this is the future, I want it!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3238697104335593061</id><published>2009-03-11T06:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:07:04.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Why have I lost my blogging spark?</title><content type='html'>I used to love blogging...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, I lost my spark, lost my verve for the blogworld. And I think I know why. I'm not just a writer, but a reader, and I used to talk about books. A lot. Remember? #1 Ladies Detective Agency, Middlesex, anything by Eve Silver... and this past year, I've basically stopped reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(anything less than 3 books/month is a very dry spell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not altogether stopped... just stopped reading the kind of books I used to be drawn to. Nothing against Stephenie Meyer or JR Ward, but I haven't had a fix of Harlen Coben, Ridley Pearson, Minette Walters, Dennis Lehane, Sarah Dunant, etc. &lt;em&gt;in ages&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have an Ondaatje on my night stand with an in-tact spine and a thick layer of dust. Heck, I've got a Nelson DeMille HARDCOVER sitting under the tv remote and I've not even read the jacket blurb. So not like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened for a couple of reasons (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My TBR pile is so big I'm scared of it. Yes. True. Totally intimidated. What if I pick the wrong book??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have very prolific friends. I LOVE reading what my friends write, not just because I want to be supportive, but because I really like their stuff. But trying to keep up with them... omg, it just is impossible AND to maintain my own writing. I'm behind on my Kimber Chin, my Christine d'Abo's, waaay behind on my Amy Ruttan's and my JK Coi's, Molly O'Keefe's, and and and... the Toronto Romance Writers are too successful for my own good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a hard time reading romance and writing romance (clouds my brain, my storyline and I lose the character voices in my head).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been watching more television - eek. Mindless drivel stuff that I shouldn't even bother with, but I feel like I have to keep my brain cells relatively uncluttered because my own novel has all these threads and bits I need to hang on to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution for my blogging woes? READ MORE.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds easy but sadly, I must stay away from the genres/sub-genres I dabble in (just while I'm finishing my novel - not forever!)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll turn to literary... or maybe CLASSICS!! Yes, I'm sure there are tons of classics I've never read. Like Austen. I have NEVER read an Austen (insert gasp). I know... I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate 'to read' list includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude by GGM (just started)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Divisidero by Ondaatje&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As the Crow Flies by Ann Marie MacDonald&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Pride and Predjudice (Amy's suggestion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Emma (Amy's suggestion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Blue Castle by Lucy Maud Montgomery (M.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Possession by A.S. Byatt (TL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Gatehouse by Nelson DeMille (saving this one 'til last)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The floor is hereby open for suggestions. Please help me fill in my spring/summer reading list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3238697104335593061?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3238697104335593061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3238697104335593061&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3238697104335593061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3238697104335593061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-have-i-lost-my-blogging-spark.html' title='Why have I lost my blogging spark?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-528359944783153257</id><published>2009-03-09T13:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:23:07.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnson Literary Agency'/><title type='text'>Are you brave enough to DELETE?</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting comfortable with the delete key. Not just comfortable... it's quickly becoming my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a time when I wouldn't DARE delete sentences or paragraphs, at least not without saving every variation of document 'just in case'. But as I grow as a writer, my hesitation diminishes. It's relative, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;In the past year I've kissed entire chapters goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Completely trashed a short story (it sucked).&lt;br /&gt;In the case of that paranormal I began last January, (which is currently sitting on a back burner until I'm good enough to finish it -- it's bigger than my talent at the moment), I probably wrote-deleted-rewrote (rinse, repeat) about 40-50 K. That's practically an entire novel!! *GAH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one get from the &lt;em&gt;Each Word is Precious&lt;/em&gt; stage to the &lt;em&gt;Be Gone Damn Ink!&lt;/em&gt; stage? I found someone who summed it beautifully. Check out this post by Elana of the Johnson Literary Agency:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnsonlitagency.wordpress.com/2009/03/09/not-crafty-or-crafting-but-craft/#comments"&gt;http://johnsonlitagency.wordpress.com/2009/03/09/not-crafty-or-crafting-but-craft/#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delete? Yes. Because I can do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-528359944783153257?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/528359944783153257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=528359944783153257&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/528359944783153257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/528359944783153257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-brave-enough-to-delete.html' title='Are you brave enough to DELETE?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8842856937955565817</id><published>2009-03-07T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:51:02.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness: The Interview</title><content type='html'>Well THIS WAS FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://amyruttan.com/blog/?p=643"&gt;Amy's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She interviewed her little girl Boo. So I thought I would interview my youngest, four year old Sweetness. None of the answers were prompted and I have no idea where he came up with the answer for #5. Nothing could be further from the truth!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS SOMETHING MOM ALWAYS SAYS TO YOU? I love you.&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT MAKES MOM HAPPY? My hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT MAKES MOM SAD? When my willy hurts.&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DOES YOUR MOM MAKE YOU LAUGH? Tickles me.&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS YOUR MOM LIKE AS A CHILD? Soccer player. (??)&lt;br /&gt;6. HOW OLD IS YOUR MOM? Fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW TALL IS YOUR MOM? Fifteen feet&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE THING TO DO? Work&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DOES YOUR MOM DO WHEN YOU’RE NOT AROUND? Read.&lt;br /&gt;10. IF YOUR MOM BECOMES FAMOUS, WHAT WILL IT BE FOR? Writing and working.&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT is YOUR MOM REALLY GOOD AT? Hugging me and kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR MOM NOT VERY GOOD AT? You're good at everything!&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DOES YOUR MOM DO FOR HER JOB? Writing&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE FOOD? Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT MAKES YOUR MOM PROUD OF YOU? Karate ... Hi-YA!&lt;br /&gt;16. IF YOUR MOM WERE A CARTOON CHARACTER, WHO WOULD SHE BE? Wall-E (wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT DO YOU AND YOUR MOM DO TOGETHER? hugging, playing Wii&lt;br /&gt;18. HOW ARE YOU AND YOUR MOM THE SAME? Well... we have fish and petting our pussy cats.&lt;br /&gt;19. HOW ARE YOU AND YOUR MOM DIFFERENT? I like KinderSurprise eggs and you don't. I have a DS and you dont' and I have different clothes.&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW DO YOU KNOW YOUR MOM LOVES YOU? Because you hug me and kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;21. WHERE IS YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE PLACE TO GO? To me.&lt;br /&gt;22. HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE YOUR MOM? A hundred percent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8842856937955565817?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8842856937955565817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8842856937955565817&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8842856937955565817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8842856937955565817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweetness-interview.html' title='Sweetness: The Interview'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-927044082741761170</id><published>2009-03-05T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:35:03.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blood, OMG, THE BLOOD and Stephen King goes 'e'</title><content type='html'>Thursdays are usually good writing days for me because my littlest has a gym/craft program in the morning, then school in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent 5 hours in the ER with Sweetness (aka the 4 yr old), or as he shall now be known, Harry Headwound*&lt;br /&gt;On our way to gym (not &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; gym, not &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;the gym, but &lt;em&gt;in the lobby&lt;/em&gt; of the rec centre), Sweetness - who was walking (not running, not skipping, not cartwheeling, just simple one-foot-in-front-of-the-other &lt;em&gt;walking&lt;/em&gt;) tripped, stumbled forward and fell.&lt;br /&gt;As he went down, he slid...&lt;br /&gt;under a bench.&lt;br /&gt;A metal bench.&lt;br /&gt;With unforgiving metal legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gashed head... way too much blood... mother getting dizzy... trying to remain calm... no paper towels in ladies room (damn hand blowers!!)... mother calling out to another Dad-friend... he bringing napkins from coffee shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF 5 hours...&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness home, all smiles, sporting 4 stitches and what he hopes will be a Harry Potter scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh... the blood. THE FREAKING BLOOD. Poor kid looked like an extra on the set of My Bloody Valentine (now in 3D!) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to petition our govenment for a new rule in Health Care that states that: when/if a mother brings a child to the ER, said mother should automatically, &lt;em&gt;no questions asked&lt;/em&gt;, be given a valium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*remember? Dana Carvey in SNL??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;Now how's this for a perfect segue? Blood to.... Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/090303/entertainment/books_stephen_king_kindle"&gt;http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/090303/entertainment/books_stephen_king_kindle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been curious about the Kindle. I think I want one. Then again, there isn't much I don't want!! :D I only just set my eyes on an e-reader for the very first time the other day, compliments of Leah Braemel who owns a Sony eReader -- very cool. Especially since she had my book on it!! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have one? Thinking about one? Thoughts??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-927044082741761170?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/927044082741761170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=927044082741761170&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/927044082741761170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/927044082741761170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/stephen-king-goes-e.html' title='The Blood, OMG, THE BLOOD and Stephen King goes &apos;e&apos;'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2042594097844696124</id><published>2009-03-03T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:37:17.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penelope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Fraser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James McAvoy'/><title type='text'>Pulling the Curtain Back</title><content type='html'>Long time no see! Here's a peek at what's been going on in Wylie's World:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had the pleasure of spending the weekend with fellow writers Leah Braemel, Christine D'Abo &amp;amp; Amy Ruttan and though there was chatting, we got an awful lot accomplished. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Personally, I was able to write 'The End' on Jump Zone, and though I've got a few segues to fill in, I can basically call Draft One done. Now the REAL work begins... getting it in some sort of condition suitable to pitch/sell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And while I have my writing friends on the brain, I must give a shout out to Leah Braemel on her recent release of &lt;a href="http://www.leahbraemel.com/books.html"&gt;Private Property&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't read it yet but did get a chance to read the second book of her series (Personal Protection - coming soon!!) and must say that I look VERY forward to reading more about the fine men of Hauberk Security. Leah writes at a pretty high heat level which only serve to enhance her richly drawn characters and solid plotlines. During our weekend retreat, she shared some of the upcoming story lines and we're in for a treat :)&lt;br /&gt;And Amy... well, she's cranking them out so fast I can't keep up!!! Not as a writer or reader - LOL!! The first book of Amy's Enchantress series, &lt;a href="http://www.amyruttan.com/booklist.shtml"&gt;The Fey&lt;/a&gt;, is available now from Linden Bay and she also has a new release with Ellora's Cave, &lt;a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419919862"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/a&gt;. As soon as i can catch my breath (how long until my kids are in college? ha ha) I'll be diving into these.&lt;/p&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;The kids were sick so I spent a few afternoons with them watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George of the Jungle&lt;/strong&gt;: Brendan Fraser has the most gorgeous lips I've ever seen on a man. Lush, ripe, made for kissing. Yes, sick as that sounds, while he was entertaining my children with chest pounding, jungle calls and vine-swinging antics, I was staring at his mouth. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;And he was pretty cut back then, too. Double wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penelope:&lt;/strong&gt; A movie about a girl cursed with a pig's nose. I didn't go into it with much hope of liking and suprised myself by LOVING! It's a great story about acceptance -- and an added bonus -- James McAvoy was in it, which I didn't even realize until his sad-eyed moppy haired character appeared on screen. *Squee!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;During my little hiatus I enjoyed the whole award-show experience. And I did watch the all... got to hear every f-bomb Mickey Rourke dropped during his many acceptance speeches.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for him... a great come back and all, but was a bit relieved when he lost to Sean Penn at the Oscars. As acidic and opinionated as Mr. Penn can be, he truly deserved the award, if not for this particular role, then for the cummulative career roles.&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was one of the best Academy Awards shows I've seen (even with the cheesy song and dance bit in the middle). Hugh Jackman did an awesome job as host, everyone looked stunning in their black ties and gowns, and there were solid, first-class performances to celebrate. I'll sum it up with a few math equations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brange = Royalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Martin + Tina Fey = LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Stiller doing Joaquin Phoenix &gt; Joaquin Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Pattinson channeling Edward Cullen while presenting = wee squee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think POSH looks totally and ridiculously out of proportion? Why do they let her NEAR fashion?&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Town with Ricky Gervais. See it.&lt;br /&gt;Can Conan keep Jay's loyal fans happy? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;George Cloony is short.&lt;br /&gt;Lost ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;Today's date is interesting - 03/03/09 Don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2042594097844696124?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2042594097844696124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2042594097844696124&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2042594097844696124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2042594097844696124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/03/pulling-curtain-back.html' title='Pulling the Curtain Back'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6812926526171816392</id><published>2009-02-11T23:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:16:29.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What scarf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.westofmars.com/2009/02/11/thursday-thirteen-gifts/"&gt;Scarf? Huh?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around my neck?&lt;/em&gt; Wha--?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;old thing? Oh no, no no... it's not what you think.&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Mabel gave it to me. Like, um... 10 years ago. At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.westofmars.com/2009/02/11/thursday-thirteen-gifts/"&gt;Now bugger off!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't know what I'm talking about? click the hyperlink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6812926526171816392?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6812926526171816392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6812926526171816392&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6812926526171816392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6812926526171816392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-scarf.html' title='What scarf?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-5451946540679431506</id><published>2009-02-10T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:01:44.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah Braemel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomma Lyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine d&apos;Abo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump Zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Ruttan'/><title type='text'>It's so dark in here...</title><content type='html'>I'm such a bad blogger lately, eh? What can I say.... all my brain juice is being used on the current wip-from-hell, Jump Zone, that was supposed to end about 20k words ago... but is just NOT.&lt;br /&gt;The good news: I finally figured out how to end the sucker.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: I still have many thousands of words to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bad news (or good news, depending on your pov...) I'm taking a blogaday (blog+holiday) for a month or two. I'm going deeper into the cave taking only a candle, match and my laptop. And maybe a bag of chips (or twelve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must give a big shout out to &lt;a href="http://www.leahbraemel.com/books.html"&gt;Leah Braemel &lt;/a&gt;who not only had her first book released from Samhain -- but also remained #1 on their best seller list for two weeks!! You can learn more about Private Property &lt;a href="http://www.leahbraemel.com/books.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shout out to &lt;a href="http://christinedabo.com/books.html"&gt;Christine d'Abo &lt;/a&gt;for her recent release &lt;a href="http://christinedabo.com/books.html"&gt;All Bottled Up &lt;/a&gt;from Samhain AND her uber-hot Ellora's Cave book &lt;a href="http://christinedabo.com/books.html"&gt;The Bond that Ties Us &lt;/a&gt;(a must-read) is coming out in print. Double WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I'm getting hoarse from these, but there's just much good news!&lt;br /&gt;Another WOOT WOOT goes to &lt;a href="http://www.amyruttan.com/booklist.shtml"&gt;Amy Ruttan &lt;/a&gt;who's first book of a five book series, &lt;a href="http://www.amyruttan.com/booklist.shtml"&gt;Enchanted: The Fey &lt;/a&gt;just came out from Linden Bay. I haven't read it yet, but if it's got Amy's name on it, you can be sure it'll contain some hot stuff ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND - last but certainly not least, the talented &lt;a href="http://thommalyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-day.html"&gt;Thomma Lyn &lt;/a&gt;sold her novel Mirror Blue to Black Lyon Publishing!! Let me tell you... I've read the book and it's amazing. It's about damn time someone recognized her awesome literary talent. Keep your eyes on this one... it'll be a late spring release and you will NOT want to miss it. Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy writing, happy reading and bye for awhile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-5451946540679431506?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5451946540679431506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=5451946540679431506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/5451946540679431506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/5451946540679431506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-so-dark-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s so dark in here...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8311151353319252298</id><published>2009-02-04T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:55:35.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky Gervais in blogland</title><content type='html'>If you like Ricky Gervais, you must check out his blog (but don't go there if you're easily offended!).&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a hilarious open letter to President Obama regarding paparazzi loving Paris Hilton and her British counterpart, Posh. You have to scroll down a bit to get to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickygervais.com/thissideofthetruth.php"&gt;http://www.rickygervais.com/thissideofthetruth.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't seen the romantic comedy Ghost Town yet, I highly recommend. It was very underrated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8311151353319252298?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8311151353319252298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8311151353319252298&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8311151353319252298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8311151353319252298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/02/ricky-gervais-in-blogland.html' title='Ricky Gervais in blogland'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1310699051629908694</id><published>2009-02-02T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:16:18.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible Sneak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimber Chin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breach of Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRW'/><title type='text'>Feeling Invisible</title><content type='html'>I'm thrilled to welcome a special guest, novelist Kimber Chin. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SYbxsfsFGxI/AAAAAAAABLc/ItEKo6QkCzs/s1600-h/Invisible+by+Kimber+Chin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298187758370888466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SYbxsfsFGxI/AAAAAAAABLc/ItEKo6QkCzs/s200/Invisible+by+Kimber+Chin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Kimber through the Toronto Romance Writers and was immediately drawn to humor, charm and warmth. I should have guessed that those qualities were only the shiny surface to a much deeper soul...&lt;br /&gt;Kimber has a new book coming out this month and I for one, can't wait to dive into it. You can buy &lt;a href="http://www.champagnebooks.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=13&amp;amp;products_id=243"&gt;INVISIBLE&lt;/a&gt; by clicking the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimber, catch! *throws mic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Book Of My Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Guest Post From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22%20http://businessromance.com/%22%3E%3Cimg%20alt=%22%20Invisible_Kimber_Chin%22%20border=%220%22%20height=%22224%22%20id=%22Invisible_Kimber_Chin%22%20src=%22%20http://businessromance.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/invisible.jpg%20%22%20style=%22float:%20right;%20margin:%200px%2010px%2010px%200px;%22%20width=%22140%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kimber Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, a big thank you to Wylie for letting me squat here. I adore Wylie. She is one of the most supportive writers I know. She answers my junior jammer questions cheerfully (and often with a straight face) and is always ready to participate in my mad schemes. She is also a brilliant writer. Wowsers, wasn’t Law Of Averages hot? My only complaint about Wylie is that I’ve been impatiently waiting forever for her next novel. Write it already, girl! [ed note: *blush*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A buddy once told me she had written the ‘book of her heart.’ I smiled, said ‘that’s great' and then privately thought this book of your heart business was, as Maeve in Invisible would say, ‘a load of hooey.’ Book of her heart? What the he—did that mean? Was it autobiographical? Then I wrote Invisible, the book of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible, a contemporary scavenger hunt through a world of hidden identities, isn’t autobiographical. Lord no. Although I know skip tracers and forensic accountants (as well as Russian ‘mafia’ members – long story), I don’t play in these elite levels. I’ve never had my identity stolen (my dear, sweet mom has though). I've never been a victim of financial abuse to the extent that Maeve has (my dear, sweet mom has though – she is a saint, I tell you, a brownie making saint). I might have drawn upon personal experience for my first novel Breach Of Trust, but I used observation for Invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug deep into a dark corner of my heart for that. The loss, the pain, the anger, and eventually the hope are all mine. I poured my feelings into this book, and not just the nice feelings, the ugly ones, the ones we all pretend we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made for a great story (or so says my pre-editor and editors) but it wasn’t a prudent thing to do. It certainly wasn’t safe. With the book now out in the world, I feel naked (oh, bad visual), exposed (better?). I know some people are going to hate Invisible (it is that type of book). That'll hurt because I'll feel what they are hating is this emotion, this piece of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. (Shrugging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I can do about it now. The genie is out of the bottle (and he's holding onto his three wishes, stingy blasted man). I figure I might as well go all in (mix metaphors much?). Although I have a light, fluffy novella releasing in between (because frankly, I frightened myself), my next full length novel is as raw (and demented).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Kimber Chin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimber Chin is a nutbar. What? You want more than that? Okay, she writes sexy contemporary romances set in the world of business. Yeah, I know, proof of her craziness. Want more proof? Visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://businessromance.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://businessromance.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; where every week, she shares a photo of a hot guy in a good looking suit, and a short story her editor won't let her publish. Every month, she gives away a great romance eBook. Not her own because that would make too much sense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1310699051629908694?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1310699051629908694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1310699051629908694&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1310699051629908694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1310699051629908694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-invisible.html' title='Feeling Invisible'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SYbxsfsFGxI/AAAAAAAABLc/ItEKo6QkCzs/s72-c/Invisible+by+Kimber+Chin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3018963735902202915</id><published>2009-01-28T08:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:27:30.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wip length'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump Zone'/><title type='text'>Jump Zone angst</title><content type='html'>I just passed the 75K mark in my latest wip, Jump Zone. A very small part of me is pleased because I've never written anything this long before. *yay*&lt;br /&gt;But I'm groaning because I should be typing 'the end', except it's &lt;em&gt;no where in sight&lt;/em&gt; :(  therefore, I am a terrible judge of plot and/or pacing, take your pick. And I may eventually have to chop very large chunks of it out because if I continue to ramble along at my current pace, I've easily got another 10-15 K before finishing.&lt;br /&gt;And people... it's just not THAT kind of book. It's not supposed to be all introspective and deep. It's supposed to be a futuristic adventure with  bit of fun and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I don't feel like I should hurry it along at this point or it will seem just that... hurried along. Don't you hate books like that? Where you sense that the author just wanted it DONE ALREADY?&lt;br /&gt;*looks to heaven* Please don't let that be me. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3018963735902202915?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3018963735902202915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3018963735902202915&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3018963735902202915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3018963735902202915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/jump-zone-angst.html' title='Jump Zone angst'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1981513849945307410</id><published>2009-01-26T08:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:57:11.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'>500th post - I give you... eye candy</title><content type='html'>I got nuthin' people. NUTHIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned on doing something special for this, &lt;strong&gt;my 500th blogpost&lt;/strong&gt;... wracked my brains all night, but all I could think of was trees -- or the lack thereof in my latest WIP. No, I don't expect you to follow that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in lieu of a writing update, inspirational words, a rant or a meme, I leave you with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295600710555418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SX3Ayfj2PuI/AAAAAAAABLU/_vDCwSTw8q0/s400/RPatz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1981513849945307410?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1981513849945307410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1981513849945307410&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1981513849945307410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1981513849945307410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/500th-post-i-give-you-eye-candy.html' title='500th post - I give you... eye candy'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SX3Ayfj2PuI/AAAAAAAABLU/_vDCwSTw8q0/s72-c/RPatz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6741972271107784098</id><published>2009-01-20T13:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:22:41.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti resolution meme'/><title type='text'>The Anti Resolution Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://julia-mindovermatter.blogspot.com/2009/01/anti-resolutions-meme.html"&gt;Julia&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for an Anti Resolution Meme, so I thought, 'Sure, I'll play along!!' Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;• List ten things you resolve not to do in the upcoming year.&lt;br /&gt;• Be as creative as possible.&lt;br /&gt;• Post them on your blog and leave a link to your blog in your comments to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do solomnly swear not to see the latest SAW movie. Or any of them, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will not send in the application to Procrastinator's Anonymous that has been sitting in my desk drawer since 1982.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will not, no matter how he begs, run away with Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;4. I shall not, this year nor any, turn down free chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;5. My bed shall not get made in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;6. As hard as it'll be, you won't see me being snarky on the book review and/or gossip sites. Bad for the creative soul...&lt;br /&gt;7. I won't pass up a book just because I'm anti 'buzz'. I almost missed out on Twilight and that historical that was set in India (the name has escaped me... sorry) because I felt I was being manipulated by 'buzz'.&lt;br /&gt;8. I won't get into the habit of blogging every day again. :)&lt;br /&gt;9. I'll try-try not to drop everything when the next JR Ward book comes out (but let's be honest... this will be the one anti-resolution I probably break)&lt;br /&gt;10. When I get 'the call' (because it IS coming in 2009 - I feel it) I resolutely SWEAR not jump more than two feet in the air OR scream for more than thirty seconds without taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging anyone who wants to play along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6741972271107784098?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6741972271107784098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6741972271107784098&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6741972271107784098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6741972271107784098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/anti-resolution-meme.html' title='The Anti Resolution Meme'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4121602080046243831</id><published>2009-01-18T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:01:35.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No One as Irish as Barack O'bama!</title><content type='html'>My friend Chris sent this YouTube clip of a song written about President-Elect Barack Obama and it is just brilliant. In fact, I almost assure you that you'll be singing along by the time they get to the last chorus!!&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the entire world is excited about Obama's Presidency... it seems his ancestry touches all corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Xkw8ip43Vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Xkw8ip43Vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the words so you can follow along:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one as Irish as Barack OBama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Leary, O'Reilly, O'Hare and O'Hara&lt;br /&gt;There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe me, I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;But Barack's as Irish, as was JFK&lt;br /&gt;His granddaddy's daddy came from Moneygall&lt;br /&gt;A small Irish village, well known to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toor a loo, toor a loo, toor a loo, toor a lama&lt;br /&gt;There's no one as Irish As Barack O'Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's as Irish as bacon and cabbage and stew&lt;br /&gt;He's Hawaiian he's Kenyan American too&lt;br /&gt;He’s in the white house, He took his chance&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s see Barack do Riverdance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toor a loo, toor a loo, toor a loo, toor a lama&lt;br /&gt;There's no one as Irish As Barack O'Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kerry and cork to old Donegal&lt;br /&gt;Let’s hear it for Barack from old moneygall&lt;br /&gt;From the lakes if Killarney to old Connemara&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one as Irish as Barack O’Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Leary, O'Reilly, O'Hare and O'Hara&lt;br /&gt;There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama&lt;br /&gt;From the old blarney stone to the great hill of Tara&lt;br /&gt;There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 the white house is green,&lt;br /&gt;their cheering in Mayo and in Skibereen.&lt;br /&gt;The Irish in Kenya, and in Yokahama,&lt;br /&gt;Are cheering for President Barack O’Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Leary, O'Reilly, O'Hare and O'Hara&lt;br /&gt;There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hockey Moms gone, and so is McCain&lt;br /&gt;They are cheering in Texas and in Borrisokane,&lt;br /&gt;In Moneygall town, the greatest of drama,&lt;br /&gt;for our Famous president Barack o Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toor a loo, toor a loo, toor a loo, toor a lama&lt;br /&gt;There's no one as Irish As Barack O'Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Stephen Neill, a great man of God,&lt;br /&gt;He proved that Barack was from the Auld Sod&lt;br /&gt;They came by bus and they came by car,&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate Barack in Ollie Hayes’s Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Leary, O'Reilly, O'Hare and O'Hara&lt;br /&gt;There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;br /&gt;Hardy Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4121602080046243831?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4121602080046243831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4121602080046243831&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4121602080046243831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4121602080046243831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-no-one-as-irish-as-barack-obama.html' title='There&apos;s No One as Irish as Barack O&apos;bama!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-7844919697072847532</id><published>2009-01-16T12:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:55:30.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Typewriter to Bookstore</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder how a book goes from a writer's brain to the bookstore shelves? Check this hilarious version of reality out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQ78WHpGZ1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQ78WHpGZ1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to author &lt;a href="http://www.margaretmoore.com/"&gt;Margaret Moore&lt;/a&gt;, for bringing this to the attention of the Toronto Romance Writers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-7844919697072847532?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7844919697072847532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=7844919697072847532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7844919697072847532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7844919697072847532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-typewriter-to-bookstore.html' title='From Typewriter to Bookstore'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3232371561760095365</id><published>2009-01-15T16:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:28:15.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>RantFest: The Library</title><content type='html'>Buckle in kids. Auntie Wylie is sounding off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write at the library because I need quiet - no distractions. I chose the research department because it's in the basement (furthest spot away from the kids who are up on the top floor) and even chose a spot around the corner from the main stairs for fewest distractions.&lt;br /&gt;Most days, this works. People come and go, some talk in hushed whispers, most simply get on with their library business without uttering a peep. I pop my earbuds in, tune in to some soft classical pieces - and voila, word count goes up. Usually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,... today this dude (not one of the regulars) sits down at a study carroll, hauls out his cell phone and starts yapping away in a normal street-volume voice! FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES!&lt;br /&gt;Dude... not cool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, other library users have had quick and quiet conversations that usually consist of a whispered "I'm in the library. Call you back, kay?", which is the polite way to handle the situation, imo, but this guy clearly didn't understand the whole "shhh!" concept.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few people (including moi) tried 'the look', the throat clear, but nothing seemed to phase this guy.&lt;br /&gt;And... AND... he further vexed me because was babbling in a foreign language which meant I was cheated out of a perfectly good eavesdrop!!&lt;br /&gt;The nerve *huff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out, I said to the woman at the main librarian desk, that perhaps they could put a sign in the research dept politely asking patrons to refrain from cell phone usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But srsly... why? WHY should a sign have to go up??&lt;br /&gt;WHAT happened to good old fashioned manners? Respect for others? A little decorum??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts: Sign, manners, oh-Wylie-quit-bitching-and-write-the-damn-book-already.  Take your pick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3232371561760095365?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3232371561760095365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3232371561760095365&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3232371561760095365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3232371561760095365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/rantfest-library.html' title='RantFest: The Library'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6578470070228505975</id><published>2009-01-12T01:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:59:23.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Globes 2009'/><title type='text'>Golden Globe Recap</title><content type='html'>Love the Golden Globes.... 2008 just didn't feel right without them. And this years telecast was lovely -- the gowns were stunning, everyone looked well-behaved (even you, Colin Ferrell!), but if I had the opportunity to say a few words to the participants, here's what I'd say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger - (Best Supporting Actor -drama):  Wish you could have been there dude. You are missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Winslet - (Best Supporting Actor - drama and Best Actor - drama): You're delightful, but please, next time jot a few notes down so you needn't 'gather' so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hawkins - Best Actor (comedy or musical): eat a sandwich. Please. You're a grown woman with the arms of a six year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore: I saw your nipples. That was more of you than I ever needed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler: try moving your whole mouth when you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Gervais: I enjoyed the entire telecast, but you, sir, are da man. Made the night, imo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey: they should have found an excuse - any excuse - to get you on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Giamatti: I don't care how good of an actor you are, the bald on top-curly and longish around the sides doesn't work on &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl: You were robbed. I never even saw Mamma Mia, but you were forced to sing with Pierce Brosnan so that has to be worth something... at least a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad &amp;amp; Angelina - it's okay that you didn't win your respective categories, you get to go home with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cruise: You know the rumors about you, don't you? For heaven's sake man, your wife is an actress. You should have brought her and left your mom home to babysit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew: the Angie Dickinson c. 1968 look worked for you, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth Rogan: you got too skinny. Now people take you too seriously. Seriously. That's why they didn't laugh at your lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Fey: best speech of the night. Thanks for not boring us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the Globes? Thoughts??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6578470070228505975?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6578470070228505975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6578470070228505975&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6578470070228505975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6578470070228505975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/golden-globe-recap.html' title='Golden Globe Recap'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4331109000335203298</id><published>2009-01-11T16:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:34:21.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viruses... GRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>My computer was struck by a virus earlier this week (OH NOES!) but I didn't know it, so spent most of Friday on the phone with my isp trying to figure out why my internet wasn't working. Not only wasn't working, but not recognizing my passwords (panic much?) and eventually kicking me out of everthing. The kindly man on the other end of the phone (who could get into my account just fine on his end) suggested I try another browser as mine had obviously been corrupted, but no matter what I tried - Mozilla Firefox, Safari - I had the same result.&lt;br /&gt;Cruel nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short (I know, too late) I got my computer back from the computer doctors yesterday (my love for them knows no bounds!!) and voila - I'm all fixed up and not terribly poorer.&lt;br /&gt;But man, did I realize how dependant I am on my laptop. Like Winehouse-on-crack dependant!&lt;br /&gt;And because of the computer drama, I missed my monthly RWA chapter meeting. Bummer since I can't make Feb's meeting due to a Bermuda-family visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in writing news, I'm ticking along on my futuristic novel, currently titled JUMP ZONE. The inner editor in me made me go back to the beginning to start revising, even though I'm not finished the first draft yet - because the plot was beginning to get too complicated to remember everything I needed to go back and change. In the process, 5,000 new words have been added and getting everything in the right order will give me the drive I need to continue. I'm at 65 K now and I figure I'll end someplace between 75,000 and 80,000. YAY - the end is in sight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, dear blogworld, I'm going to lose myself in Red Garnier's latest novella... but OOPS, it's not in bookstores yet (look for it in late 2009!), so without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;neerer, neerer, neerer&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4331109000335203298?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4331109000335203298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4331109000335203298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4331109000335203298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4331109000335203298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/viruses-grrrrrrrr.html' title='Viruses... GRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3974958408197539973</id><published>2009-01-08T21:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:33:25.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informal poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapter length'/><title type='text'>Informal Poll: Do you like them LONG or SHORT?</title><content type='html'>Oh for heaven's sake... remove your mind from the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm struggling with this issue in my latest wip and would love some feedback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the sections into logical places, but now am worried that they're much too long. In terms of word count - they go from 2000 to just over 4000 - which puts some well over 12 pages &lt;em&gt;(and writers: I'm still in Times dbl space -- haven't converted to NY standards yet so you know they'll be longer).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So tell me, readers and writers -- what do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Long meaty chapters that let you fully escape into the writer's world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Short - couple-of-pages-only, so that staying up to read 'just one more chapter' doesn't take you a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) a combination of the two because you like the variety, or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) I've never paid attention / I just don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate any and all opinions :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3974958408197539973?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3974958408197539973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3974958408197539973&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3974958408197539973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3974958408197539973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/informal-poll-do-you-like-them-long-or.html' title='Informal Poll: Do you like them LONG or SHORT?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4570520197875016294</id><published>2009-01-04T08:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:52:48.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overheard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Weekly Update - January 4, 2008 (for lack of a more exciting title)</title><content type='html'>One more day until the kidlets are back in school. Can I hear an "Oh yeah!"?  I've enjoyed our holiday time together, but quite honestly have exhausted every means of entertainment at my disposal and am more than ready to get back to some routine.&lt;br /&gt;We played board games, did puzzles, crafts (it'll take me all of January to get the dried glue off the kitchen table) and went bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Saw two movies -- Bedtime Stories (highly recommend!!) and The Tale of Desperaux (meh - visually lovely but the story was all over the place), went to Chuck E Cheese, and played hours of Wii  -- in fact, yours truly won the 2nd Annual Wii Olympics, I'll have you know, which is a total joke if you could possibly fathom how unathletic I truly am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of my resolutions, I've made positive steps on # 5 &amp;amp; #6, which were, respectively, to shed some weight and exercise more. I joined Weight Watchers *little groan at the thought of chocolate depravation* and bought an exercise bike.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the WW meeting -- sort of like going to my monthly RWA chapter meeting in terms of boosting confidence and motivation, but my bike clicks when I ride, which means I need to take it back. But hey - if you're savvy, you've realized that I must have USED my bike to know it clicks, so that's good, eh??? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing has been placed gently but firmly on the back burner during the holidays - aside from the contest entry - and will hopefully get back to a boil come Tuesday. I look forward to those few hours in the afternoons when I can hide away in the library with my laptop and iPod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with...&lt;br /&gt;Overheard at the Kinsons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness (aka 4 year old):  Mom, who's cuter... me or you?&lt;br /&gt;Me (surprised by question): You are, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness: I knew you'd know the right answer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4570520197875016294?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4570520197875016294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4570520197875016294&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4570520197875016294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4570520197875016294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekly-update-january-4-2008-for-lack.html' title='Weekly Update - January 4, 2008 (for lack of a more exciting title)'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-7775237787063406514</id><published>2009-01-01T00:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:47:26.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years 09'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My FIRST post of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big believer in New Year's Resolutions - and for you cynics... yeah, I normally break them all, but heck, if you don't have something to reach for, you'll never take a step. That's my philosophy anyway... And what better day to start anew than January 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many this year, but this is what I'm aiming for: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Jump Zone by Feb. Revisions by April.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to get agent representation. In terms of end date, this one is out of my hands, but I can say that I'll start querying no later than March. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue and finish either Elements of Attraction or Caught in Possession... we'll see which is calling me after Feb -- by October. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get another short story or novella out with Ellora's Cave. I've been concentrating on my non-erotic novels for some time now, at the expense of the fun short stuff. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of 10% of me. Yes, the inevitable weight loss goal, the one I always seem to blow by Jan 2nd. But I gotta try! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise regularly. Yup, another one that'll last a week, maybe two ;) Srsly... I go in spits and spurts and I stay consistent if I want results!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more. My TBR grew and grew but I just didn't have much time to devote this year (even gave up listing them on my sidebar months ago...) I won't try for the 65 books I managed in 2007 -- in fact I hesitate to put a number on it, but I'm hoping for more than 30. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you share any of these? If so maybe we can support each other :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy, Healthy &amp;amp; Successful New Year to all of you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-7775237787063406514?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7775237787063406514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=7775237787063406514&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7775237787063406514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7775237787063406514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4200050533745636789</id><published>2008-12-28T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:05:32.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Contests</title><content type='html'>Santa has come and gone for another year...&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely Christmas - just the four of us. It was quiet and calm... the kids had the presents opened by 8am and we spent the day in our pajamas, playing with our bounty.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Apple TV! Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't able to get much writing done, but I did enter my very first contest. Evah. EEK! Because I'm in the home stretch of my current wip, this seemed like a good time to send the baby out and get some good old contructive feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest required the first 25 pages of the ms... so of course I agonized, tweaked every word... hated it... tweaked again... loved it... sent it to my compadre to look over... tweaked again... took a match to it... then swallowed my pride and sent it off. I've already bitten eight fingernails off and have two months to wittle away the last two.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red sent me this very cool &lt;a href="http://www.stephiesmith.com/contests.html"&gt;contest chart&lt;/a&gt; (thanks!) should I want to put myself through the agony again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you entered contests? If so, did you find it helpful, intimidating, degrading, uplifting, ... ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4200050533745636789?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4200050533745636789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4200050533745636789&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4200050533745636789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4200050533745636789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/writing-contests.html' title='Writing Contests'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-8916335031550975718</id><published>2008-12-20T17:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:02:22.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetness and Light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frosty the Snowman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Thumpety Thump Thump</title><content type='html'>It snowed in my neck of the woods. Oh boy did it snow!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SU146HXicCI/AAAAAAAABIw/1qTcJd3Semk/s1600-h/2008-12-20+James+in+his+snow+fort+after+s-storm.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282010877780979746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SU146HXicCI/AAAAAAAABIw/1qTcJd3Semk/s320/2008-12-20+James+in+his+snow+fort+after+s-storm.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Sweetness had his Christmas Concert last Friday so we pulled big brother, Light, out of school, which was only supposed to be for a couple of hours -- but it had snowed so much while we were in the church hall that we decided not to take him back, just to turn around and come home on a school bus a few hours later... in white out conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the rest of the day, snuggled inside watching Christmas movies. Then we had an old fashioned Christmas sing-a-long which started out to be much fun,... until 4 yr old Sweetness, who is completely stuck on Frosty the Snowman, decided to add "thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump" to every other carol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silver Bells didn't ring-a-ling, they thumpety thump thumped, Silent Night wasn't very quiet with all the thumpety thump thumps going on and On the First Day of Christmas my true love actually gave a thumpety thump thump to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, none of the Kinsons can carry a tune so those thumpety thump thumps probably improved our attempts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic of 9 yr old Light on Saturday. Despite the frigid temps, Daddy Kinson had the boys outside for most of the day - tobagganin, building snow forts (pictured) and getting them good and tired out! He's totally up for Daddy-of-the-Year, ain't he? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh - and the Christmas list of many-things-that-must-be-done is more than half complete, which is a big 'whew'. One more trip to the mall, one more trip to the grocery store, one more trip to the sanity store... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh crap. They don't have one of those, do they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-8916335031550975718?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8916335031550975718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=8916335031550975718&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8916335031550975718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/8916335031550975718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/thumpety-thump-thump.html' title='Thumpety Thump Thump'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SU146HXicCI/AAAAAAAABIw/1qTcJd3Semk/s72-c/2008-12-20+James+in+his+snow+fort+after+s-storm.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-5118023682639505157</id><published>2008-12-15T09:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:22:54.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Light Turned Nine</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law flew up from Bermuda to spend some time with us and get some more of her shopping done, so it's been a bit of a whirlwind week. She left this morning, with more suitcases than she came with *insert knowing nod* and I think she may have accidently packed my sanity. It's a mere 10 days before the big fat dude in red velvet visits and I still have way too much to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm only this much (hold forefinger and thumb really close together) closer to being ready for Christmas than I was last week.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my cards are done, but a bad case of carpal tunnels syndrome is making the whole address-the-envelope thing a real painful challenge. They may be sitting in a box for a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;Baking - done.&lt;br /&gt;Presents - half way done.&lt;br /&gt;Decorating - partially done. I can't believe it, but we haven't got our tree yet!! This is usually a first week of December thing... but between our weekend away at Great Wolf Lodge, and this past weekend (which I'll get to in a second), our living room is still devoid of greenery. Not to mention - I was sick sick sick - with some cold-plague all week. Yuk. I have no patience for sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes - Saturday the 13th marked a very important day in the Kinson household. My oldest, dearest, Light of my heart son turned nine. NINE!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, instead of a bedtime story (yes, we still 'chat' before bed) I told him what I was doing exactly nine years before... how I'd hosted a dinner party, then after everyone left tried to adjust the curtain swag that was falling off the rod - giving up in frustration to go to bed and deal with it in the morning. Except that the damn swag stayed 1/2 down for MONTHS because by the next morning, I was at the hospital in the throes of labor.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest, as they say, is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of attending my RWA chapter Christmas social, I spent the afternoon at Chuck E Cheese. Try not to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And writing? Well, not much of that got done this week, but I eeked past the 55,000 mark which is pretty damn exciting for this non-novel writer.&lt;br /&gt;Kid #2 is out of school starting tomorrow (poor Kid #1 is stuck until Friday) so my wordcount won't inch up until January - which is uber frustrating - but hey, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to mall... CHARGE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two personal notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thommalyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/squee.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEing in the blogworld!! And have a very happy birthday, my friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redgarnier.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Thank you again and again and again. I adore you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-5118023682639505157?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5118023682639505157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=5118023682639505157&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/5118023682639505157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/5118023682639505157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-light-turned-nine.html' title='My Light Turned Nine'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2172038926694286076</id><published>2008-12-08T18:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:07:04.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Wolf Lodge Timewarp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST2z5lGqEpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/LFBkGMX2ZeM/s1600-h/GWL5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277572140142039698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST2z5lGqEpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/LFBkGMX2ZeM/s400/GWL5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Kinsons made a trek down to Niagara Falls, Ontario to revisit the Great Wolf Lodge. Before leaving, which in reality was only a double digit handful of hours ago, we (read: I) was a total stress-case of Christmas angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came back today (and this time I mean all of us) exhausted from all the fun and feeling as relaxed as if we were gone weeks. No kidding! It was like travelling through some kind of time warp!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon arriving home this evening, I ran around the house watering my plants so they wouldn't die (Duh... they were watered last Thursday) and was quite prepared send hubby out with a grocery list &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST20IPkg6cI/AAAAAAAABIY/C8gBLFtatXA/s1600-h/GWL7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277572392059726274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST20IPkg6cI/AAAAAAAABIY/C8gBLFtatXA/s400/GWL7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Double duh... stocked the fridge on Friday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've never been, or never heard of the place, &lt;a href="http://www.greatwolf.com/niagara/waterpark"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Wolf Lodge&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is ONE BIG BLAST OF WATERY FUN!!! The indoor water park (kept a balmy 84 degrees F) has big slides, medium slides, baby-fun slides, a wave pool (totally reminded me of the smashing wave-fun in Bermuda), two swimming pools, tons of splashy-pad type activities, towers to climb, water cannons to aim, buckets to tip, hot tubs, more hot tubs, and a lazy river, that despite your insisting otherwise, your kids insist on racing you through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your hands and feet are so pruny you're quite sure they'll never plump up again, you can haul butt to the arcade, send the kids to the cub club for arts, crafts and an array of activities, and in summer-time, amuse yourself with mini-golf. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST20dvkCmLI/AAAAAAAABIg/AsB4eYlQMFw/s1600-h/GWL6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277572761424926898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST20dvkCmLI/AAAAAAAABIg/AsB4eYlQMFw/s400/GWL6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And speaking of summer - there's also an outdoor pool incase you don't get wet enough inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even make it to the Elements Spa this trip. Ah well... next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Course, this latest trip, so close to Christmas, was an absolute delight -- the decor was festive, Santa made an appearance, they did sleigh rides around the property and had a ton of Christmassy stuff for kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, we drove around Niagara Falls to see the annual festival of lights - which was spectacular - almost enough to distract us from the beauty of the falls themselves, all lit up and misty, a sight to behold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although we took our camera, we took NO pics of our own. In fact, all the pictures along the side are downloaded from the web -- with my apologies and thanks to those that did take them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST20pN2mvOI/AAAAAAAABIo/gLbMi3Otu1I/s1600-h/GWL4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277572958534417634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST20pN2mvOI/AAAAAAAABIo/gLbMi3Otu1I/s320/GWL4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other why-is-Wylie-not-blogging news... my mother-in-law arrives tomorrow so I'll probably not blog again until next week. Hope y'all are a'ight... and I will try to pop around everyone elses blogs and see what's what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-2172038926694286076?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2172038926694286076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=2172038926694286076&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2172038926694286076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/2172038926694286076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-wolf-lodge-timewarp.html' title='The Great Wolf Lodge Timewarp'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/ST2z5lGqEpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/LFBkGMX2ZeM/s72-c/GWL5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4332054319635565291</id><published>2008-12-04T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:35:00.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 8 - The Musical</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've got something to say it for me. Something absolutely brilliant. BRILLIANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/c0cf508ff8/prop-8-the-musical-starring-jack-black-john-c-reilly-and-many-more-from-fod-team-jack-black-craig-robinson-john-c-reilly-and-rashida-jones"&gt;Prop 8 - The Musical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... from Funny or Die.&lt;br /&gt;What a cast - Jack Black, John C. Reilly, Doogie Howser (NPH will always be Doogie to me) and many more...&lt;br /&gt;See how many stars twinkle in this hilarious sketch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=c0cf508ff8"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=c0cf508ff8" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/jackblack"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4332054319635565291?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4332054319635565291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4332054319635565291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4332054319635565291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4332054319635565291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/prop-8-musical.html' title='Prop 8 - The Musical'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-437364623656288591</id><published>2008-12-03T08:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:36:39.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say, really.</title><content type='html'>I'm having a hard time coming up with anything interesting to say on this blog lately. As if that ever stopped me before...*snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning, I grab a coffee and sit at my desk (which really means, on the couch with my laptop), sign on to blogger and nothing comes... NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I chat about my wip? NAH&lt;br /&gt;I'm 2/3rds in and enjoying the process, but I've nothing to share yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I have no Christmas decorations up yet, and no time to do anything Christmas-related this week? NAH&lt;br /&gt;That only 1/2 my shopping has been done? Nu-uh.&lt;br /&gt;From what I've been reading on YOUR blogs, many of us are sharing a ride on the Frantic Boat toward the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday? nah &lt;br /&gt;But in case you care... Yes, I had a fabulous day yesterday, thanks to my hubby and friends xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH-HA... here's something:&lt;br /&gt;I'm presently reading two AMAZING manuscripts - a very hot romance that has me giggling out loud and a quirky delightful young adult book that has me wishing I could go back to highschool and do it all over again... on my terms!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't really say too much about either of them at the moment... and this is hard for me! I want to wax eloquently about the wonderful characters and the sticky situations they're in, and how two uber-authors bring them to life on the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure when those two novels are sitting on bookshelves (soon, I hope) I'll brag, BIG TIME "I knew them when!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding myself with such talented writers makes me feel... I dunno... like maybe their magic sparkly talent dust will somehow sink into my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writers and bloggers alike - are you creatively inspired by others, or intimidated? I waiver between the two, usually, but at the moment, the magic dust is pushing me forward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-437364623656288591?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/437364623656288591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=437364623656288591&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/437364623656288591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/437364623656288591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing-to-say-really.html' title='Nothing to say, really.'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-1001404235342579392</id><published>2008-11-28T11:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:08:20.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eve Silver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demon&apos;s Kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demon&apos;s Hunger'/><title type='text'>Demon's Hunger by Eve Silver... as good as a cold bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/STBlr3_HaxI/AAAAAAAABII/4M96Uo4c8JU/s1600-h/demons-hunger-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273826968088308498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/STBlr3_HaxI/AAAAAAAABII/4M96Uo4c8JU/s400/demons-hunger-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was lucky enough to get my hands on an ARC of Eve Silver's latest book, Demon's Hunger, the sequel to her bestselling novel Demon's Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Ms Silver, I have you to thank for the discomfort of not one, but TWO cold baths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do my best reading in the tub. It's the only quiet place in the house, a sacred no-boys-allowed-to-bother-mom zone. And at risk of getting too personal, I follow a specific routine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stage 1: sink into the hot water (bubbles optional) and read one or two chapters. Before the water loses steam, I move to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stage 2: wash and condition hair (using the rinse cycle to re-heat the water back to optimum soak temp), wrap head in towel and continue reading the next chapter or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stage 3: (and this is important) STOP reading long enough to exit the tub BEFORE the bath water cools enough to lower internal body temperature. Critical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never vary from this. (I'm anal that way.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except &lt;/em&gt;when I cracked Demon's Hunger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I was, reading away, not noticing that the bubbles were slowly dissolving around me, and next thing I knew, &lt;em&gt;I was shivering&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So engrossed was I in the The Compact of Sorcerers (smoken hot demon fighting dudes) that I completely missed Stage 2 and went well beyond the critical point of Stage 3!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't re-fill/re-heat, &lt;em&gt;cause that's just wasteful&lt;/em&gt;, so I got out and took my drippy, shivery self into bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next night, SAME THING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn you, Eve Silver, for penning a tale so captivating it left my skin pruny and my hair greasy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the blurb:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Forensic anthropologist Vivien Cairn fears she's losing her mind. Her libido has kicked into overdrive, and she's blacking out-leaving hours of her life unaccounted for and no memory of where she's been...or what she's done. But when a sexy stranger rescues her from a demon attack, Vivien realizes there's more than just her sanity at stake... A seductive killer is luring victims, and Sorcerer Dain Hawkins finds himself walking a dangerous line between ancient duty and sizzling desire when the brotherhood-and Vivien herself-begin to suspect that her mysterious symptoms may connect her to the crimes. Can Dain save Vivien from the evil that threatens to claim her? Or will they both succumb to...Demon's Hunger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before and I'll say it again -- Eve is the Queen of Sexual Tension. The chemistry between Vivien and Dain *sigh* is practically palpable. And I can't wait to read more about those sexy demon hunters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DEMON'S HUNGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (did I mention that you don't need to read Demon's Kiss first - that this hot paranormal romance is perfectly enjoyable as a stand alone? But you will want to go back and read it, just because...) in bookstores this December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great gift for your book-loving gal friends. And personally speaking, I always love seeing a book peeking out of my Christmas stocking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1001404235342579392?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1001404235342579392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1001404235342579392&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1001404235342579392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1001404235342579392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/demons-hunger-by-eve-silver-as-good-as.html' title='Demon&apos;s Hunger by Eve Silver... as good as a cold bath'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/STBlr3_HaxI/AAAAAAAABII/4M96Uo4c8JU/s72-c/demons-hunger-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-7390683429000523975</id><published>2008-11-22T15:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:41:05.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Award? For Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fractured-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;Ann over at Fractured Fiction &lt;/a&gt;awarded me *yay* with this delicious little Great Attitude/Graditude Award. (She must have missed my last rant - hee)&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it purdy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271581509039858530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SShrc9LWo2I/AAAAAAAABIA/VY9NcmCHbNc/s400/lemonade+award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Put the logo on your blog or post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nominate at least 10 blogs which show Great Attitude and/or Gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Be sure to link to your nominees within your post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Let them know they have received this award by commenting on their blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fun part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the award goes to (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenniferleeland.wordpress.com/2008/11/20/thirteen-things-im-grateful-for/"&gt;Jennifer Leeland &lt;/a&gt;cause her 'Thankful' post was right-on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://julia-mindovermatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julia Smith &lt;/a&gt;cause her heart of gold shows in everything she touches (yes, I know she got it already but she needs at least five or six for her abundance of attitude/gratitude)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://westofmars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan Helene Gottfried &lt;/a&gt;cause she ROCKS. Ditto Julia's postscript.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thommalyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thomma-Lyn &lt;/a&gt;for her generous, insightful nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leahbraemel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah Braemel &lt;/a&gt;cause she's supportive, helpful and sincere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://apprentice-writer.blogspot.com/"&gt;M.&lt;/a&gt; cause she makes it her purpose in life to find the funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://midnightmooncafe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tempest, Cora and Cassandra at Midnight Moon Cafe&lt;/a&gt; for always sharing their latest book finds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://jkcoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;JK Coi &lt;/a&gt;cause she generously promotes her fellow authors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog/"&gt;Shelley Munro &lt;/a&gt;cause she's as lovely, sweet and interesting in person as she is in blogworld&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bonniestaring.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bonnie Staring &lt;/a&gt;because she shares her excitement for life with everyone she comes in contact with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-7390683429000523975?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7390683429000523975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=7390683429000523975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7390683429000523975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/7390683429000523975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-award-for-me.html' title='A Blog Award? For Me?'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SShrc9LWo2I/AAAAAAAABIA/VY9NcmCHbNc/s72-c/lemonade+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-173918898889875417</id><published>2008-11-21T09:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:25:52.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushing Daisies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Own Worst Enemy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law and Order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSI'/><title type='text'>Network Execs, YOU SUCK!</title><content type='html'>I don't watch that much television... That said, I was pretty excited about this year's line up because there are some excellent and unique dramas out there and I am sick sick sick of reality television and two-bit talent shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm the only one who thinks so...&lt;br /&gt;They cancelled &lt;strong&gt;My Own Worst Enemy&lt;/strong&gt;. WTF? The cast was top-notch: Christian Slater, the old farmer dude from that pig movie, Babe -- you know who I mean, right?, Madchen Amick (sorry M, don't know how to put those dots above your 'a') and a few others whom I recognize but their names aren't forthcoming in my anger-haze. The writing was tight and the overall concept was unique. I ask again, WTF? Couldn't they have given it more than a 4 episode chance????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my faves, &lt;strong&gt;Eli Stone&lt;/strong&gt;, just got the axe. Again - excellent acting, fantastic feel-good stories, ... POOF! &lt;br /&gt;Fuck you ABC. &lt;br /&gt;(Yes Nicholas, I just swore on my blog. First and last time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't watch &lt;strong&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/strong&gt;, I understand it was an excellent show. Bye-bye. It's gone. Now I'll never get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can sludge like Desperate Housewives continue to clog the air. And though I enjoy Law and Order and CSI, do we really need the twelve sub-versions? REALLY?? Cause advertisers, don't you realize that you're selling the same stuff to the same people? Does that make any sense?? Don't you want NEW viewers? NEW consumers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, network execs. Y'all need to be bitch-slapped.&lt;br /&gt;I AM YOUR TARGET DEMOGRAPHIC. ME. WYLIE KINSON - HOMEMAKER, FEMALE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 18-45. SHOPPER.&lt;br /&gt;And you have alienated me.&lt;br /&gt;I may not watch the shows during scheduled air time when your totals are being tallied but I AM WATCHING.&lt;br /&gt;Between PVR's, On-demand cable viewing, the availability of entire-season DVDs, the current Neillson Rating system is obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to read a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-173918898889875417?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/173918898889875417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=173918898889875417&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/173918898889875417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/173918898889875417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/network-execs-you-suck.html' title='Network Execs, YOU SUCK!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3943993594010131639</id><published>2008-11-18T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:08:57.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with... ME!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from visiting my mom in the Great White North (which isn't white, btw, but very green, as opposed to the weather in the Toronto area, which is VERY white at the moment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no internet access for five days...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that IS as horrible as you can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for sure that I'd be able to get some writing done (since no internet!) but alas... very little tapping occurred. I did cross the 40,000 line which sounds good, but my goal was 50,000, so not good.&lt;br /&gt;But there was visiting to be done, and chatting, and going out for coffee, and Christmas shopping...&lt;br /&gt;And seeing Quantum of Solace. *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Craig continues his splendorous portrayal of Bond, James Bond. It was excellent. Perhaps not quite as good as the first, but really, very good. 3 1/2 stars out of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just spent a few minutes catching up on blogs though didn't have time to comment on any. But here's what I learned since Max &amp;amp; Ruby started:&lt;br /&gt;Leah is Svening, Christine and Bonnie are NaNo-ing (yes, C - reward yourself with Quantum!), Amy is editing and eating (not necessarily in that order), Nicholas is providing thoughtful matter by way of book titles that never saw the light of day, Terra has lost 2 lbs (go Terra!!!), TL continues to hike, edit and play (TL - I love your character names, 'specially Renata) and JK has Matt Cory visiting.&lt;br /&gt;I've still got to check out what's up with Tempest, Maureen, Jen the Redneck, Shelley Munro and see what's happening at Six Degrees of Sexy... so many blogs, so little time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Christmas shopping... Have you started? I'm starting to get a bit frantic because I've got to get my Bermuda-family pressies bought before the in-laws arrive in a couple of weeks so I can send stuff back with them. And December is so full of stuff -- three family birthdays (including mine - so start shopping), three friend birthdays, holiday parties, decorating, end of school,....&lt;br /&gt;All that and finishing a book.&lt;br /&gt;ACK, I'm stressed already!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3943993594010131639?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3943993594010131639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3943993594010131639&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3943993594010131639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3943993594010131639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up-with-me.html' title='Catching up with... ME!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3078455010791265624</id><published>2008-11-13T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:01:00.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane, be back on Monday...</title><content type='html'>You have reached the blog of Wylie Kinson.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently away from my desk -- and away from all things internet! -- but if you'd like something to read while I'm gone, please check out my post at Six Degrees of Sexy entitled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixdegreesofsexy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ten-things-you-didnt-know-about-sex.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 THINGS YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT SEX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to leave a message after the beep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3078455010791265624?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3078455010791265624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3078455010791265624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3078455010791265624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3078455010791265624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaving-on-jet-plane-be-back-on-monday.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane, be back on Monday...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-821305134519970955</id><published>2008-11-12T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:21:01.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This special bulletin just in from my friend Tracey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Set your "Lost" countdown clocks to 72 days: ABC has set the show's season premiere date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show will open its fifth season with a two-hour premiere starting at 9p.m. ET Wednesday, Jan. 21. It marks a return to Wednesdays for the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo... something to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-821305134519970955?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/821305134519970955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=821305134519970955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/821305134519970955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/821305134519970955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-special-bulletin-just-in-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6407530955024881677</id><published>2008-11-10T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:11:53.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing research, or an excuse not to write??</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get a grasp on the future-world I'm creating for my latest wip (Jump Zone) so trotted down to Blockbuster for some post-apocolyptic inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to fight off two teenage boys to get the last (and only?) copy of the John Woo directed &lt;strong&gt;Appleseed Ex Machina&lt;/strong&gt;. This was my first foray into anime and I must say, I was impressed! While the story was certainly interesting, it was the animation that had me shaking my head in a combination of creepy and cool in it's stunning 'realness' (the chick did NOT have sex with the hunky(?) faceless cyborg so the creep-factor came down by the end).&lt;br /&gt;Though I did have a weird moment when I realized that two specific visual details in MY wip are presented in the fictional world of Olympia. Enough to have me worried that people will think I ripped them off from the movie (totally did NOT!!) but if/when Jump Zone is ever published, it'll be long forgotten,... ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second movie was a very dark vision of future-world starring Christian Bale (whom I heart more with every movie I see him in) called &lt;strong&gt;Equilibrium&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;AGHAST - another three parallels to my story -- one major, two minor. I guess the collective vision of future-world is indeed bleak.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo -- it was another enjoyable movie from a researchy aspect. And 1 1/2 hours of a stoic Mr. Bale was totally worth the $5 rental fee. The fight scenes were AMAZINGLY choreographed and more than a little violent.&lt;br /&gt;The video store dude even said, "Uh... this is restricted. Are you sure you want it?" To which I replied, "Uh... yeah." Not sure if he thought I was underage (wishful thinking on my part?), too delicate, or if I was getting it as a package deal for my teenage son along with the anime flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeez kid... hate to blow your stereotype of 40 year old women, but we're not all sitting at home watching PS I Love You *snort*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I loose some valuable writing time watching movies. Oh yeah. Did it help. Undoubtably. If anything, it confirmed that my vision for our fine planet isn't completely whacked and might even save me from a few cliches. (Can they even be considered cliche if I thought I thought of them first?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Have you seen anything that qualifies as anime? Thoughts??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6407530955024881677?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6407530955024881677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6407530955024881677&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6407530955024881677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6407530955024881677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing-research-or-excuse-not-to-write.html' title='Writing research, or an excuse not to write??'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6075768329957737122</id><published>2008-11-09T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:50:01.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No taxes from Californian gays? Oh YEAH!!</title><content type='html'>Melissa Ethridge spoke out against that Prop 8 business...&lt;br /&gt;I'm horrible at summarizing, so click here to read her &lt;em&gt;right on&lt;/em&gt; rant: &lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2008-11-06/you-can-forget-my-taxes/"&gt;http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2008-11-06/you-can-forget-my-taxes/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and join me in sayin' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMEN MELISSA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6075768329957737122?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6075768329957737122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6075768329957737122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6075768329957737122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6075768329957737122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-taxes-from-californian-gays-oh-yeah.html' title='No taxes from Californian gays? Oh YEAH!!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6561161034352772288</id><published>2008-11-07T08:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:36:00.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>BUFFY IS DEAD?!?!</title><content type='html'>Oh where oh where has Wylie been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, aside from two little blips this past week, I haven't been much of a blogger lately. October was a month where a bunch of little niggly things collided and made me tired, grumpy, stressed and uncreative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To escape real-life, I ended up spending the last few hours of every evening watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I missed this show when it was on television (we didn't get the WB in Bermuda back then) and besides... I couldn't really understand the appeal after having sat through the original movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grainy season one (had me appreciating high def) was very short compared to the other 22 episode seasons, and I really had to leave my adult sensibilities aside and try to let my inner angsty teenager come into the light.&lt;br /&gt;It worked, (must have been my mood, cause it was actually pretty easy!) and I eagerly plunged into season two.&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I realized that even if the monsters were bordering on ridiculous, the acting was superb, the writing tight and the characters BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying that Sarah Michelle Geller was the perfect choice for Buffy... but Willow, Xander, Giles, Angel, even Oz -- incredibily well fleshed out characters that made the show shine. They were easily people you would know in high school (except maybe Angel, the vampire with a soul *snort*) and kudos to Joss Whedon who didn't rely on the transparent trick of slotting people in to stereotype slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally completely 'get' why the Angel &amp;amp; Buffy story resonated with my fellow romance writers. WOW -- the chemistry between those two characters was palpable.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was deep into season three, the Buffy &amp;amp; Angel &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_NQG0mkC2Y&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;'theme song' &lt;/a&gt;(a gorgeous, haunting melody by Montreal composer Christophe Beck) would squeeze my heart whenever played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SPOILER ALERT - don't continue unless you've watched the show, or don't intend to*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner 17 year old felt every ounce of Buffy's pain by the end of season three (you know, when Angel... and Buffy... yeah, then she became Ann). Anyway, I had to rush out and buy season four that very day and only then realized that Angel doesn't come back because the bugger went off and got his own show!!! Course, now I'll have to ask Santa for the Angel series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night I watched (end of season five) the Buffster jump off the tower to save her sister. And the world.&lt;br /&gt;She died??? But... but... but... I happen to know there's two more seasons!! I've seen them at Best Buy - and she's on the cover so... HOW??!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the look on Willow's face when she saw her friend's lifeless body.&lt;br /&gt;And SPIKE!! The anguish on his face.... he just broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Spike. He's become my absolute fave character.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; television show.&lt;br /&gt;Double kudos to Mr. Whedon for this guy. His character grew into something multi-faceted and imo, overshadowed even Angel in his depth. The good-bad guy, complete with unrequited love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen Buffy?&lt;br /&gt;For writers - if so, have you drawn on it for inspiration/ideas/arcs, etc??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6561161034352772288?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6561161034352772288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6561161034352772288&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6561161034352772288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6561161034352772288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/buffy-is-dead.html' title='BUFFY IS DEAD?!?!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-4974928724698606821</id><published>2008-11-05T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:47:08.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Crichton is dead!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG - I just heard the most terrible news. One of my favorite authors passed away yesterday... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Crichton"&gt;Michael Crichton&lt;/a&gt;. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read everything he wrote - the list is too long to mention in my distressed state, so I'll just throw out SPHERE, THE ANDROMEDA STRAIN, DISCLOSURE,and JURASSIC PARK for those who aren't sure who he is. Was. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Michael. The world will miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-4974928724698606821?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4974928724698606821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=4974928724698606821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4974928724698606821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/4974928724698606821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/11/michael-crichton-is-dead.html' title='Michael Crichton is dead!!!'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-2472705457301071101</id><published>2008-11-04T08:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:13:07.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube clip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US politics'/><title type='text'>Today's the day, neighbours... do the world proud!</title><content type='html'>For my American friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bo_iExUsQWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href="http://www.palinaspresident.us/"&gt;http://www.palinaspresident.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interactive so click around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-1493750136753619723?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1493750136753619723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=1493750136753619723&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1493750136753619723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/1493750136753619723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/10/with-no-offense-meant-to-anyone.html' title='With no offense meant to anyone...'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-864444385045994032</id><published>2008-10-14T12:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:02:39.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Own Worst Enemy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mentalist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fringe'/><title type='text'>If you need me, I'll be in TV LAND</title><content type='html'>Holy Procrastination Batman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the writing routine during my sister's visit and am having a major hard time getting back in the saddle. Here I am, at my office (others call it the Library) and I'm blogging instead of progressing my word count.&lt;br /&gt;Bad me.&lt;br /&gt;Very bad me for circling a bunch of shows in the T.V. Guide that I want to catch this week. I feel so unproductive sitting in front of the idiot tube, but honestly, I've needed the escape!!&lt;br /&gt;Caught that new Christian Slater pilot last night "My Own Worst Enemy" and I like it. I REALLY REALLY like it. Very cool premise, excellent acting (of course) and I'm afraid I just might be hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night is turning out to have quite the lineup: House, Eli Stone, Fringe and Mentalist. Thank goodness for time-shifting because three of them are on at the same time. And according to the 'regular Tuesday scheduling', so is My Own Worst Enemy, but I caught it on a local Canadian feed last night at midnight, right after the Mentalist. My sister -- who is back home now -- was pissed that I got to watch it a night early (neener neener neener!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of sister-dear, she had me watching The Unit, -- also a good program, but I'm not sure if I'll stick with that one. We'll see. It's a Sunday night thing and I don't know if I'm prepared to be stuck in front of the tv THREE nights running. ACK! I can feel my mind turning to mush and the mountain of TBR's growing to dizzying heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone can please just stop writing/releasing books for a year or two so I can catch up, that be great. Thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now YOU, fellow bloggers. What new shows or old shows coming back are you tuning in to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh - one last message to Canadians:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GO VOTE!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-864444385045994032?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/864444385045994032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=864444385045994032&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/864444385045994032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/864444385045994032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-need-me-ill-be-in-tv-land.html' title='If you need me, I&apos;ll be in TV LAND'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-3110329571173164465</id><published>2008-10-13T13:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:05:04.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen Yee'/><title type='text'>RIP Owen Yee, 2004 - 2008</title><content type='html'>It's been a happy-sad week for me. Happy because I had a wonderful visit with my sister and brother-in-law. My sister is so amazing... soft and even-tempered to my dramatic shenanigans. And my bro-i-l (ha - BROIL -- love it) who ate all my cooking without complaint. That was a big job for him, believe me!!&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to say goodbye yesterday, so I avoided the airport scene and sent them off with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad week as well as we bade farewell to little &lt;a href="http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-who.html"&gt;Owen Yee&lt;/a&gt;, who succumed to cancer at age four. It's been such a difficult journey for Owen's family, from the diagnosis a year and a half ago, a year of treatment, which they initially thought was successful, until the supposed final MRI this past May showed that the damn tumor came back. Poor child went through three brain surgeries, aggressive chemo, bone marrow transplant and radiation, but in the end, the horrible disease won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just returned home from the funeral and my hands are still shaking. My heart aches for his parents -- loosing their baby is surely worse than death itself.&lt;br /&gt;For myself, looking at the small little box at the front of the church and knowing that my own four year old was at home watching Toopy and Binoo ... I was indescribably torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my son, so astute for his age, wrapped is warm little arms around me and said "Did you say goodbye to Owen for me, Mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as we sit down for our Thanksgiving meal, I know exactly what I'll be giving thanks for... For having the privilege of knowing a cheerful child whose soul will live on in those whom he touched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-3110329571173164465?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3110329571173164465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=3110329571173164465&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3110329571173164465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/3110329571173164465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip-owen-yee-2004-2008.html' title='RIP Owen Yee, 2004 - 2008'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28243793.post-6400881682335684170</id><published>2008-10-06T09:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:04:03.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and bro-in-law are visiting from 'up north'. I LOVE it when they visit and not just because my sister keeps my kitchen sparkling clean and my early-rising b.i.l. has a Tim Horton's coffee waiting for me when I wake up... (though that's reason enough, trust.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're great company, fun to hang with and the kidlets luv 'em to pieces. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dragged them out with us for our Sunday hike. The leaves are finally beginning to shake loose so the walking paths were strewn with maples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of maples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254036915161452866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SOoWvLz80UI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3LJdt-CVm3w/s400/DSC05466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my tree-hugging sister:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254035829867852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SOoVwAxys0I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/AUCbgnQ_Fsc/s400/DSC05448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis and bro-in-law trying to contain my oldest son, who's decided he's too big for hugs, kisses or any adult-physical contact...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254036388060432498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SOoWQgNRiHI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ArViNEj-62M/s400/DSC05456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The kids with their Unc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254036133241085042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SOoWBq7m3HI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/RXIncFYHsl0/s400/DSC05454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oldest boy falling into the creek despite being told repeatedly not to put all his weight on one shaky branch. I even jokingly pulled out the camera and told him if he was going to fall in, I didn't want to waste a perfect picture opportunity. Of course, within 10 seconds, he toppled. I clicked about six photos of him going down, so when viewed in slide show, it's an impressive action montage :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254036717079483746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SOoWjp5h1WI/AAAAAAAAA1o/N_x9C9ZU21s/s400/DSC05463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should add, so you don't think me a callous mother, that the boy-child wasn't hurt and the creek water wasn't terribly cold :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fungus or tree growths this week (sorry, TL!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to my fellow writers who commented on my last post. Nice to see I'm not the only one with writerly ADD. One less thing to feel neurotic about :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no writing for me this week -- not while I've houseguests to hang with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably no blogging, either, so I'll say adios until next week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28243793-6400881682335684170?l=wyliekinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6400881682335684170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28243793&amp;postID=6400881682335684170&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6400881682335684170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28243793/posts/default/6400881682335684170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wyliekinson.blogspot.com/2008/10/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>Wylie Kinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09271148590574475682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/Sr-0Kx0svTI/AAAAAAAABME/HuEyBGQFhpg/S220/raccoon+at+front+door+-+April+2009.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FcBeN4RveQ/SOoWvLz80UI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3LJdt-CVm3w/s72-c/DSC05466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
