<?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-1226595656307156347</id><updated>2012-01-20T23:18:10.997Z</updated><title type='text'>Joanne   Pibworth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-6039386607395185764</id><published>2012-01-12T13:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:24:47.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Piano Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My shiny new manuscript now has a working title, courtesy of lovely fellow minx, &lt;a href="http://suzanne-sj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzanne Jones.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will henceforth be referred to as 'Piano Man', because it features a man who may or may not be&amp;nbsp;able to play the piano... he is def good with his hands, in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so enjoying pulling together ideas for this one. I've settled on names for the principle characters - they suddenly become alive in your head when they have a name, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I am lining myself up as Jenny Crusie's number one fan / stalker? I've read a couple of her books over Christmas, and jeez Louise, I am in awe. Am half way through another of her books at the moment and keep reading eeeny miiny little tiny chunks because I don't want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;Err... have forgotten why i'm mentioning this in relation to the name thing I said before hand... but that is okay, because time spent extolling the fabulousness of Jenny Crusie's books is never wasted. OH, HANG ON! I've remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that when she's in the early planning stage of a book, she builds these clever, gorgeous 3d collage / models to help round the story out in her head. (I know this because I am her stalker. Nuff said).&lt;br /&gt;I am toying with the idea of having a go at making one, visual things work for me. I like to create the whole world of my book with pictures, sound tracks, so a collage is right up my street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Piano man it is, until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-6039386607395185764?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6039386607395185764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2012/01/piano-man.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6039386607395185764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6039386607395185764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2012/01/piano-man.html' title='Piano Man'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-5168603618563621796</id><published>2011-12-28T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:33:39.008Z</updated><title type='text'>Blankety Blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New file on desktop called "New manuscript".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New word document open called "New manuscript".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll be attempting a brand spanking new manuscript, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-5168603618563621796?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5168603618563621796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/12/blankety-blank.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5168603618563621796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5168603618563621796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/12/blankety-blank.html' title='Blankety Blank'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-5702587605501410131</id><published>2011-11-14T23:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:16:15.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Still breathing... just.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrape me up someone, i've just come to the end of editing my ST manuscript, THE LIGHTHOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;I have somehow ended up with more words than the last draft. Err, that doesn't sound very good, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... ( and yes, here comes the bit where I justify myself wildly. Yeah, but.... yeah, but... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I know that I edit quite heavily as I write, so I might not be the speediest but I do write quite clean.&lt;br /&gt;And also,&amp;nbsp;i&lt;i&gt;n my defence&lt;/i&gt;, I have added in a couple of whole new scenes, so am landing the blame squarely on that.&lt;br /&gt;That's my story and i'm sticking to it. And it's my story, so I can do what I like at this stage, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have since printed it out and of course am now spotting a zillion places to re-edit the edited edits. (Did I just have a Donald Rumsfeld moment?)&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit like painting the Forth bridge. When does it end? When should you stop tinkering? Do I go back in for another round? No clue.&lt;br /&gt;It's ended up at 83k, which is kind of where I was hoping to be so am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say a mahoosive thank you to the fabulous, gorgeous, ever-so-clever and eagle-eyed&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.minxesofromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;minxes&lt;/a&gt;, for not shouting IT'S SHITE at the top of their voices, and for sticking a mirror under my nose every now and then to make sure i'm still breathing.&amp;nbsp;You are super cool ladies,&amp;nbsp;I thank my lucky stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to take a breather. By the looks of the lists the kids have already stuck on the fridge, Christmas is coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-5702587605501410131?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5702587605501410131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/11/seconds-out-round-three.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5702587605501410131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5702587605501410131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/11/seconds-out-round-three.html' title='Still breathing... just.'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1830548879605406665</id><published>2011-10-26T23:40:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:31:10.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Authonomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My name is Joanne, and i'm addicted to Authonomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or actually, my Authonomy writing name is Millie, but either way, I have a new fave writing site to add to my list. I've chosen Millie as it's a shortening of my maiden name, and one of my best buddies always calls me by it so it feels familiar. In the land that dreams are made of, i'd like to have it as my published name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy, Authonomy is huge! I have no clue what i'm doing yet, but am hoping to get the hang of it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lurked on there since starting to write the ST, and this morning I finally took the plunge and uploaded the first three chapters. If anyone fancies a read, they're here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authonomy.com/books/38399/the-lighthouse/read-book/#chapter"&gt;The Lighthouse by Millie J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really fortunate with comments so far, and have found so many new books to read. Have had a really giddy, happy kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authonomy rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1830548879605406665?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1830548879605406665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/10/authonomy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1830548879605406665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1830548879605406665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/10/authonomy.html' title='Authonomy'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3751568857781040673</id><published>2011-10-01T11:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:13:52.665Z</updated><title type='text'>Big news in my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Made chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;2) Vacuumed&lt;br /&gt;3) Prevaricated over new boots&lt;br /&gt;4) Posted the partial of my ST to agent in London &lt;br /&gt;3) Drank wine to calm nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you spot the big huge scary thing in there? And no, not the vacuuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &amp;nbsp;D-Day. I &amp;nbsp;posted off the partial of 'The Lighthouse', along with a query letter that i've already decided was beyond stupid and the synopsis that near killed me and still includes a dead dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that I forgot to include the self addressed stamped envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had huge debate with myself over whether to send it separately, but then wouldn't that just draw&amp;nbsp;attention to the fact and &amp;nbsp;look even worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder I needed wine to calm down, is it? Am still feeling slightly hysterical, and am aware it's not going to get easier waiting for the mail every day for the foreseeable. At least I know there won't be a great thump as my m/s comes back, because I failed to send the flippin' envelope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's gone. Wish me luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-3751568857781040673?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3751568857781040673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-news-in-my-small-world.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3751568857781040673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3751568857781040673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-news-in-my-small-world.html' title='Big news in my world'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-2525198146170060760</id><published>2011-09-29T14:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:44:46.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One dead dog away from a country song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My synopsis, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing is massive, it's killing me. Am putting up a brave battle, but it's winning at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It needs to be one sheet of A4 to fit the agents submission criteria, and it's currently *cough* about four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse, there actually &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a dead dog in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not go to bed tonight until it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles to go before I sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-2525198146170060760?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2525198146170060760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-dead-dog-away-from-country-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2525198146170060760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2525198146170060760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-dead-dog-away-from-country-song.html' title='One dead dog away from a country song'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-2845440453640508786</id><published>2011-08-21T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:15:42.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today was a happy dance day in my house - I finally typed 'The End' at, well, the end of the first draft of my manuscript.&lt;br /&gt;Am going to spend the next couple of weeks with the kids, and then when they go back to school it's onwards to revisions. Am looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-2845440453640508786?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2845440453640508786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/08/end.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2845440453640508786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2845440453640508786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/08/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-8347341495867751774</id><published>2011-08-19T09:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:22:27.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Boatman talks about New Voices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CczWyIKCbA/Tk4czt0FLoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-o5KfHEHCgI/s1600/NV_Logo_Header.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CczWyIKCbA/Tk4czt0FLoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-o5KfHEHCgI/s1600/NV_Logo_Header.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grab a coffee and come on over to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://minxesofromance.blogspot.com/2011/08/scoop-mills-boon-new-voices-2011.html"&gt;Minxes of Romance&lt;/a&gt;, because...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lovely Anna Boatman, editor from Mills &amp;amp; Boon, has joined us to talk about much anticipated New Voices 2011 writing competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you still here? Go! Go!&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-8347341495867751774?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8347341495867751774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/08/anna-boatman-talks-about-new-voices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/8347341495867751774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/8347341495867751774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/08/anna-boatman-talks-about-new-voices.html' title='Anna Boatman talks about New Voices...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CczWyIKCbA/Tk4czt0FLoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-o5KfHEHCgI/s72-c/NV_Logo_Header.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-7604065499015308591</id><published>2011-08-12T13:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:06:32.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just that....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Good news - have now officially hit ninety percent on my word count-o-meter.&lt;br /&gt;That makes me H.A.P.P.Y &amp;nbsp;:O) &amp;nbsp; Plus am at the really juicy bit, so it's coming easier than it did at some points along the way. Hoping to complete this draft &amp;amp; be onto revisions by the time August is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things i'll be addressing during revisions is my frankly audacious overuse of the word 'just'.&lt;br /&gt;The lovely, beautiful Wordle reliably informs me that, so far, I have used it 236 times. Holy cow! That's, like, *cough* alot, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Just delete those unjustifiable justs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any words that seem to crop up over and over in your writing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-7604065499015308591?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7604065499015308591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-just-that.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7604065499015308591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7604065499015308591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-just-that.html' title='It&apos;s just that....'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-859132567262218677</id><published>2011-07-26T09:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:41:18.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrap that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Am no longer ticking along nicely. My eldest son has a horrible virus and my littly has just this morning broken out in chicken pox, so am under house arrest with two restless kids. &amp;nbsp;The last couple of days have mostly been about taking temperatures and giving out medicine and hugs. Word count since last post = zero. Best laid plans and all that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-859132567262218677?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/859132567262218677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/07/scrap-that.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/859132567262218677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/859132567262218677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/07/scrap-that.html' title='Scrap that...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-6152364110428388880</id><published>2011-07-24T10:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:35:11.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticking along nicely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ola amigo's! Summer is upon us, which means the kids are now all mine for six whole weeks - goodbye lovely writing time, i'll miss you! Actually I won't, because I'm determined to make time before they wake and after they sleep - i'm on a bit of a roll, so stopping isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still writing the first draft of my ST attempt, word count is currently 63,000 with an aim of around 80,000, so almost eighty percent there. I'm currently slightly obsessed with updating my ticker at the end of each writing session to see it inch towards the end, but happily I know what actually needs to happen to get me there. All praise the pretty plan! Thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.julie-cohen.com/blog/2010/09/17/post-it-plotting/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful that I'll reach the end of this draft before the end of the six week holidays, but then what do I do next? Do I dive straight back in for editing, or is it best to put it away for a bit and come back to it with fresh eyes? And how long does &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; take? Impatient.com. And Clueless.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that the 2011 New Voices comp has been announced. Exciting stuff! I think i'm going to declare myself out this time around, am not brave enough. Or should I flip the coin over to the positive side and say i'm going to be brave and stick with the ST despite not knowing if it's a big old bag of crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that sounds better doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy summer everyone! Unless it's your winter of course....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-6152364110428388880?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6152364110428388880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/07/ticking-along-nicely.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6152364110428388880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6152364110428388880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/07/ticking-along-nicely.html' title='Ticking along nicely'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-6550807722814155389</id><published>2011-07-13T15:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:57:46.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#MarryingCadeWave Stop Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;It’s launch day for the lovely Sally Clements’ fabulous &amp;nbsp;new book, Marrying Cade, and to celebrate, she’s having a Mexican wave of excerpts! You can keep up with the wave’s progress on the twitter hashtag #MarryingCadeWave – and add a tweet with the hashtag to chat with everyone else who’s reading along!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Here’s how to do it…these are the stops, just call in to these blogs to read each excerpt (they start at stop one, and finish at stop ten). Alternatively, start wherever, and click on the next stop link at the bottom of the excerpt. Or just click on the buy link, to get your own copy of Marrying Cade!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop One – Talli Roland’s blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://talliroland.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://talliroland.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Two – Maya Blake’s blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://mayabauthor.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mayabauthor.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Three – Nas Dean’s blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://nas-dean.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nas-dean.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Four – Joanne Coles’s blog&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://joannecleary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joannecleary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Five – Romy Summers’ blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://romysommer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://romysommer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Six – Lorraine Wilson’s blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lorraine-wilson.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lorraine-wilson.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Seven – Joanne Pibworth’s blog&amp;nbsp; http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Eight – Suzanne Jones’ blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://suzanne-sj.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://suzanne-sj.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Nine – Lacey Devlin’s blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://laceydevlin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://laceydevlin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Ten – Sally Clements’ blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://sallyclements.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sallyclements.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Stop Seven’s excerpt…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;“So do you.” She grinned, revealing white even teeth. Long fingers reached up and smoothed over his jaw line.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Cade held himself in check, resisting the urge to rub against her like a lonely cat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;“Are you growing a beard?” Her tone was deep, sexy, teasing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Cade struggled through the sensuous fog that descended as her fingers touched his skin. Melo’d always teased. “Maybe. Do you like it?” Her eyes were no ordinary blue, but deep sapphire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;She dropped her hand quickly. “I love it. But Rosa won’t. She’ll probably ask you to shave.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Adam pulled out a chair, and Melo sank into it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Cade took his seat again, and helped himself to an olive-topped crostini. Melo picked an olive from the platter and popped it into her mouth. The cherry gleam of her lips was impossible to ignore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Adam poured her a glass of wine. “So, how’s my Rosa?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Buy links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.co.uk: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1852871789"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Marrying-Cade-ebook/dp/B005CIS9R6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1310643579&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.co.uk/Marrying-Cade-ebook/dp/B005CIS9R6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1310643579&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.com:&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Marrying-Cade-ebook/dp/B005CIS9R6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1310644628&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Marrying-Cade-ebook/dp/B005CIS9R6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1310644628&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" type="cite"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; position: static; z-index: auto;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=195&amp;amp;products_id=4557"&gt;http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=195&amp;amp;products_id=4557&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Before you go on to stop eight, &amp;nbsp;tweet this to &amp;nbsp;help continue the wave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;Now, continue on to Stop eight here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://suzanne-sj.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://suzanne-sj.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;Review at Madeline Ash’s blog…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madelineash.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1e66ae; font-family: Verdana; line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;http://madelineash.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IE"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Lots of luck with the wave Sally!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Marrying-Cade-ebook/dp/B005CIS9R6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1310643579&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.co.uk/Marrying-Cade-ebook/dp/B005CIS9R6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1310643579&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-6550807722814155389?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6550807722814155389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/07/marryingcadewave-stop-seven.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6550807722814155389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6550807722814155389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/07/marryingcadewave-stop-seven.html' title='#MarryingCadeWave Stop Seven'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-4960374036602205877</id><published>2011-05-23T11:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:27:24.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Minxy Birthday Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;We're celebrating over at the &lt;a href="http://www.minxesofromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Minxes of Romance&lt;/a&gt; this month, because it's our birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots going on and competitions galore - first up this week, you have the chance to win &lt;a href="http://www.lorraine-wilson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lorraine Wilson's &lt;/a&gt;beautiful Riva Bag. This is the prize winning bag that caused a stir in the Mills &amp;amp; Boon competition, and it could be all yours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on over, we'd love to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-4960374036602205877?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4960374036602205877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/05/minxy-birthday-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4960374036602205877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4960374036602205877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/05/minxy-birthday-giveaway.html' title='Minxy Birthday Giveaway!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-5632480285872776887</id><published>2011-05-20T20:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:11:47.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Plot-tastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reN4AOxiwRo/Tda8hHFJR4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/R3OTbk4HeeA/s1600/plan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reN4AOxiwRo/Tda8hHFJR4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/R3OTbk4HeeA/s320/plan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post I mentioned my big grand plan, and here it is, slap bang in the middle of my dining room table. It's taken me the best part of today to build it, and just looking at it makes me grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the method outlined on the fantabulous&lt;a href="http://www.julie-cohen.com/blog/2010/09/17/post-it-plotting/"&gt; Julie Cohen's&lt;/a&gt; blog yesterday, and it's turned out to be a really invaluable help. I was getting myself in a right old tangle with everything - muddled up subplots, &amp;amp; characters who were behaving ,well, completely out of character.&lt;br /&gt;Doing it this way has organised the jumbled threads into colour co-ordinated plot lines, and it's helped me to realise that I had some things happening in the wrong places. I swear I had to move those notes around at least five zillion times before I could finally stick them down - and even now they are moveable if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;It's nowhere near as organised as Julie's example, but for a first crack i'm feeling pretty pleased with it and fired up with fresh focus.&lt;br /&gt;Let me at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-5632480285872776887?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5632480285872776887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/05/plot-tastic.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5632480285872776887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5632480285872776887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/05/plot-tastic.html' title='Plot-tastic'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-reN4AOxiwRo/Tda8hHFJR4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/R3OTbk4HeeA/s72-c/plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-417067696817297546</id><published>2011-05-19T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:03:51.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling around my pans a little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I heard the verdict back from Mills &amp;amp; Boon today on the partial sub (one chapter &amp;amp; synopsis) &amp;nbsp;I had in with them - it's a no go, unfortunately. At thirty weeks it's been a killer of a wait, but I very much appreciate the fact that they took the time to give me some detailed feedback and ideas of how to improve it. I'm going to take some time to mull it all over. Rejections need a little time to settle in, don't they?&amp;nbsp;This one somehow feels less of a blow than the last, which hopefully means I'm developing that thick skin we're told we need. From here on in, you have my permission to call me rhino-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also advised me to send any future submissions via slush, so it feels sort of like the end of that particular leg of my writing journey. It started when I entered the 2009 writing comp and was lucky enough to place, and it's been an up and down ride since. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned so much from working with a lovely editor, i've met some terrific friends, and I hope i've grown as a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grand plan ( you have to have a plan, and it's gotta be grand, right?) is to take some time out from targeting series romance and continue writing the single title i'm working on at the moment. &amp;nbsp;It's my first attempt and I have no clue what i'm doing, but I'm having a fabulous time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm going to rearrange my metaphorical pans around a little on the cooker. I'm pulling my ST pan to the front and turning it up to a vigorous boil, and winding my beloved series romance pan down to a simmer on the back ring. Please don't let any of my gasses blow out! &lt;br /&gt;Why, when I type that, do I feel like the new kid on the playground again? It's like playing dress up, trying on different outfits to see which one is the best fit. Trouble is, I really kinda loved my feather boa and I feel like someone's told me to put it back in the box.&lt;br /&gt;Not that any of it's a game, I realise. It's all bloody hard work, whether series or single title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last couple of years have taught me one big, huge, amazing thing though. I truly, truly love writing. It makes me happy, it makes me laugh, it makes me cry, and I want to do it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-417067696817297546?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/417067696817297546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/05/juggling-around-my-pans-little.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/417067696817297546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/417067696817297546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/05/juggling-around-my-pans-little.html' title='Juggling around my pans a little...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-5095007924626980070</id><published>2011-04-04T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:36:37.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April word count challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Over at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://minxesofromance.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-word-count-challenge.html"&gt;minxes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;we are having a BIG April writing challenge - choose your target and come and join us, we'd love to have you on board. The lovely Lacey has even made badges and word count bars for all comers. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hZrhMLzYXI/TZo5h28z9kI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Pw9nrX8hPt0/s1600/April+Word+Count+Challenge+Button2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hZrhMLzYXI/TZo5h28z9kI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Pw9nrX8hPt0/s1600/April+Word+Count+Challenge+Button2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-5095007924626980070?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5095007924626980070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-word-count-challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5095007924626980070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5095007924626980070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-word-count-challenge.html' title='April word count challenge'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hZrhMLzYXI/TZo5h28z9kI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Pw9nrX8hPt0/s72-c/April+Word+Count+Challenge+Button2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1611182211001616273</id><published>2011-03-16T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:58:33.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Cryptic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have finally settled on a name for my ST project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumroll please.....it's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to guess what it's about, lol?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and no, it's not a flasher.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1611182211001616273?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1611182211001616273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/03/cryptic.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1611182211001616273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1611182211001616273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/03/cryptic.html' title='Cryptic...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1021405189810164708</id><published>2011-02-23T13:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:27:03.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Howdie peeps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Man, I 'm bad at blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since my last post, for various reasons that are too long to bore people with. Suffice to say that up until recently I'd been lucky enough not to have experienced anxiety problems, but they landed on my shoulders in a great heap a few months back and i've had a bit of a battle getting shot of them to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - am not going to grumble about it anymore as it is what it is, as they say, so back to business. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the writing front I'm nineteen weeks into waiting to hear back from M&amp;amp;B on a first chapter I sent in as a result of the NV competition, so no news to report there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently focusing my efforts on my first bash at writing a ST, which I am happy to say i'm still very much enjoying. I'm about a third of the way in, and half of the time I think it's going fabulously and the other half of the time I contemplate hurling it in the bin. :o) All just about normal I reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly different to sit and just go for it, letting random secondary characters get in on the act sometimes, and trying to get my head around how to vividly paint more than just the two main characters within the story, weaving in subplots around the main one...my head is spinning with it.&lt;br /&gt;I clearly have&lt;i&gt; no&lt;/i&gt; clue what i'm doing, but happily that doesn't seem to diminish my pleasure a jot.&lt;br /&gt;I've ordered Donald Maass's 'writing the breakout novel' to hopefully help me along a little, i've heard so many good things about it that it's a pre-birthday prezzie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, can I big up my fellow minx? I'm proud as punch of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sallyclements.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sally Clements&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for her fabulous new release Bound to Love - check out that beautiful cover! Snap up your copy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bound-to-Love/dp/B004LX0D5E/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296747296&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right - i'm back to half term &lt;s&gt;hell,&lt;/s&gt; sorry, fun with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1021405189810164708?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1021405189810164708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/02/howdie-peeps.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1021405189810164708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1021405189810164708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2011/02/howdie-peeps.html' title='Howdie peeps...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-5796268982739861854</id><published>2010-11-22T14:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:53:11.019Z</updated><title type='text'>Seduced by Single Title...</title><content type='html'>It's just coming on for six weeks since I sent in my first chapter of the burlesque book to be looked at by the lovely editor at M&amp;amp;B, and no news yet. Early days yet though so am trying no to obsess about it.&lt;br /&gt;Tried Nano and have ducked out early,but it was not my fault. (I can actually hear the laughter from here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it wasn't, because, Oolala, I've been seduced! I have, I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the fabulous 'So You Think You Can Write' event over on eharlequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanted to enter a chapter into their '1st chapter &amp;amp; synopsis' with guaranteed feedback, what a golden opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;BUT - you had to have a completed manuscript to sub from, or else be working madly on something to finish it in time, and sadly I fell into neither of those camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be deterred, I thought i'd start something brand spanking new, and sat down to brainstorm - I actually had a pencil and paper and everything, lol! My plan was to try to use Nano to write something that would hopefully be up to scratch to sub.&lt;br /&gt;Am glad I did too, as it resulted in a new idea I thought I could work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the big old but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that it prob wouldn't work for Harlequin / M&amp;amp;B afterall as it needed to involve some secondary characters quite heavily. I prodded and poked it, but it was no good. It refused to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I love this story&lt;/i&gt;!!! I wailed into my vino &amp;amp; and to the lovely minxy girls, and after gnashing my teeth and moaning for a bit I made the decision to have my first ever bash at writing something different. It's still a romance of course - I love it way too much to leave it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say it's all quite scary so far. Am enjoying it hugely, but on the flip side am pretty sure it's probably a big pile of crap, and at times I feel a bit rudderless without the parameters of series romance to work within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and my single title big idea, flapping around together to see if we like each other. Or kill each other. Will report back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-5796268982739861854?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5796268982739861854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/11/seduced-by-single-title.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5796268982739861854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5796268982739861854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/11/seduced-by-single-title.html' title='Seduced by Single Title...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-5804122726203839668</id><published>2010-10-27T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:53:18.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minxy scoop!</title><content type='html'>Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.minxesofromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;the minxes&lt;/a&gt; today for a treat - the lovely Ally Blake has dropped by to talk about romance, writing inspirations and muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come chat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-5804122726203839668?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5804122726203839668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/10/minxy-scoop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5804122726203839668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5804122726203839668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/10/minxy-scoop.html' title='A minxy scoop!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3333070627467804309</id><published>2010-10-15T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:09:58.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sent!</title><content type='html'>Am a happy / terrified girl today as have just pressed send on a first chapter and synopsis sub to M&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a heavily revised version of my NV entry, which only makes me double nervous and means I will just have to drink more wine to cope with the jitters, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really enjoying working on this story, so am just going to crack on with it and cross my fingers hard that i've hit somewhere near the mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-3333070627467804309?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3333070627467804309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/10/sent.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3333070627467804309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3333070627467804309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/10/sent.html' title='Sent!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-5937925112429789024</id><published>2010-10-13T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:49:57.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chilean miners</title><content type='html'>Hopefully, by the time I get up and flick on the news in the morning the chilean miners rescue will be well under way - I can't wait to see the images of those men coming out. Crossing everything for a safe recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a romance writer, hasn't it been creative juices gold? It's the stuff that movies are made of - and they don't even need to embroider the truth. It's been a truly miraculous story of human strength and endurance, with some truly epic moments of high drama along the way. The moment that they read aloud that note from the miners confirming that they were all alive and safe... wow. Just wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those wives and girlfriends camping on the surface to be close to their men.&lt;br /&gt;Their novel ways to keep the channels of romantic communication open, even under such dire circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;The amazing&amp;nbsp; bonds of solidarity that have formed between those families waiting around camp fires for their loved ones, and the sometimes explosive and unexpected stories that have dribbled out over the weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that at least four of the miners plan to propose when they make it above ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny baby girl born with her daddy trapped below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard about a violent row that erupted on the surface between one of the miners wives and his mistress. Straight away I find myself wondering if they knew of each others existence before the accident happened. How will his time below ground impact on these two women over the next couple of days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I saw one of the wife on the news say that hopefully it will have made her husband a more humble man. I hadn't given any thought to the idea of any of the relationships being less than perfect before hearing her speak, but of course they weren't. These are ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth will their relationships fare under the burden of normality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Completely fascinating, and a deep, deep well of romantic inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-5937925112429789024?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5937925112429789024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/10/chilean-miners.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5937925112429789024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/5937925112429789024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/10/chilean-miners.html' title='The Chilean miners'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-4806648753792984712</id><published>2010-10-08T20:00:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:07:04.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>KOKO cocktail anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So, the news is out over on New Voices, and I didn't make bootcamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am disappointed of course that my entry didn't make the cut, but the numbers were huge and the standard was high.&lt;br /&gt;Huge good luck to everyone going onto round two, and a special fingers crossed for my blog buddy Leah Ashton. Fingers crossed for you! x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am also sad that alot of other entries I loved didn't make it through either. There were so many outstanding chapters on there, I don't envy the job of the M&amp;amp;B ed's at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal plan is to revise my chapter before sending it in, but I will confess that i'm feeling Shaky Mcflaky about it.&amp;nbsp; On the plus side, I was lucky enough to get some terrific advice from Heidi Rice&amp;nbsp; - thank you Heidi, you rock and it's been a big help. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the point to this post is to invite you to join me in a highly alcoholic KOKO cocktail (pink, obviously - what other colour for romance writers?) , and then head over to the minxes site to join the after show party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TK9o3jcK1wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B2StO7uP6GQ/s1600/cocktail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TK9o3jcK1wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B2StO7uP6GQ/s320/cocktail.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Keep On Keepin' On my friends,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Keep On Keepin' On. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/1226595656307156347-4806648753792984712?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4806648753792984712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/10/koko-cocktail-anyone.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4806648753792984712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4806648753792984712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/10/koko-cocktail-anyone.html' title='KOKO cocktail anyone?'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TK9o3jcK1wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B2StO7uP6GQ/s72-c/cocktail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3627140208028178217</id><published>2010-09-22T21:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:58:59.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The wall of fame: Lacey Devlin!</title><content type='html'>First of all, a huge big blogland THANKYOU to Lacey for being a terrific cheerleader for everyone as we have nervously entered the NV competition. Your badges have prettied up all of our blogs and your blog has helped drive traffic towards our entries - you are officially fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all there is to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.romanceisnotdead.com/Entries/842-Misbehaving-with-the-Retail-Magnate"&gt;Lacey Devlin's entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, head on over to NV and read lacey's own entry into the competition - it's only an absolute cracker of a chapter.&lt;br /&gt;I totally &amp;nbsp;love it - it's funny and clever, and sparkles with uniqueness. Totally Lacey, in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Girl! Lots of Luck. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-3627140208028178217?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3627140208028178217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/09/wall-of-fame-lacey-devlin.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3627140208028178217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3627140208028178217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/09/wall-of-fame-lacey-devlin.html' title='The wall of fame: Lacey Devlin!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-636512307356817784</id><published>2010-09-13T09:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:40:35.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass the sick bag...</title><content type='html'>Because I've just pressed send on my entry into this years &lt;a href="http://www.romanceisnotdead.com/"&gt;Mills &amp;amp; Boon New Voices&lt;/a&gt; competition. &lt;br /&gt;And I feel as sick as a dog! No breakfast in this house this morning, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;b&gt;Sequins and Secrets&lt;/b&gt;, and it's under the contemporary romance catergory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved reading as many of the chapters that I can as they've gone on over the last week, it's impossible to try to keep up with them all isn't it? I'm tending to read most of the entries under contemporary romance first, as they are more my bag than paranormals or historicals.&lt;br /&gt;Have to say though, I take my hat off to every single person who has entered because it's no mean feat to put your work out there like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess to a few personal faves on there so far. Lorraine Wilson, Rachael Blair &amp;amp; Jackie Coates entries all stand out for me, and not just because I know them from blogland, but because I think they shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally convinced that Simon Cowell is going to pop up and laugh my entry off the stage at any moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might mosey on over to Lacey's place to try and work out how to get myself a shiny New Voices entrant badge. Thank you Lacey, you rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-636512307356817784?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/636512307356817784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/09/pass-sick-bag.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/636512307356817784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/636512307356817784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/09/pass-sick-bag.html' title='Pass the sick bag...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-320161036781295640</id><published>2010-09-06T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:29:59.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that's 24 hrs I can't get back.</title><content type='html'>My name is Joanne &amp;amp; I'm officially addicted to reading the Mills &amp;amp; Boon New Voices competition entries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glaringly obvious note to self:&lt;/b&gt; Stop reading, start writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-320161036781295640?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/320161036781295640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-thats-24-hrs-i-cant-get-back.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/320161036781295640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/320161036781295640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-thats-24-hrs-i-cant-get-back.html' title='Well, that&apos;s 24 hrs I can&apos;t get back.'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1121811376310949352</id><published>2010-08-15T23:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:01:00.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab your magic wand...</title><content type='html'>and head over to the &lt;a href="http://www.minxesofromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;minxes of romance&lt;/a&gt; for a chin wag about witchcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And possibly other craft related stuff too.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1121811376310949352?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1121811376310949352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/grab-your-magic-wand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1121811376310949352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1121811376310949352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/grab-your-magic-wand.html' title='Grab your magic wand...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3036489227397755754</id><published>2010-08-12T23:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:30:13.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune favours the brave</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I'm not an especially brave person, so the idea of entering another Mills &amp;amp; Boon writing competition was always going to make me shudder like the cowardly lion. And if i'm totally honest, I'd sort of decided against it until I got my big old R last week - I guess I was more hopeful than I had grounds to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about the New Voices Comp quite a lot since that email hit my in-box. I've mulled it over, chatted about it with clever blog friends and family, and I *think* i've pep talked myself into entering again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost for me, it's about being part of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;I was extraordinarily fortunate to place last year, and since then i've worked my way through that manuscript to it's eventual end last week. It's been a consuming year of learning by my own mistakes, of discovering a huge passion for writing, and of trying (in vain) to cultivate some much needed patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have no expectation of any success in this years comp, in fact if anything it's more a case of the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;I am frightened that everyone will hate my sub and wonder how I ever placed previously.&lt;br /&gt;But then that's that pesky lion speaking again isn't it?&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to push him to the back of my mind and lock him away in a huge metal cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I want to write for Mills &amp;amp; Boon just about more than I want anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other fact is that achieving that dream is damn hard, but then do the things you want in life &lt;i&gt;ever &lt;/i&gt;come easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This competition is a truly fabulous way to get your work directly under the nose of the people who can actually make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;It's a chance to develop and grow as a writer, and to get some valuable feedback from both the public and hopefully from an editor too. &lt;br /&gt;How cool is that really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of last weeks R I'm in the process of preparing a new sub to send in to M&amp;amp;B, so entering the competition offers the otherwise impossible opportunity to have &lt;i&gt;two subs in at the same time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is gold dust isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone smart advised me to treat the time as an aspiring romance writer like the worlds longest job interview, and to be successful you have to show commitment &amp;amp; tenacity.&lt;br /&gt;Approach it with a business like attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Give it your absolute best.&lt;br /&gt;In other words - don't make like the lion.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the time to let nerves or fear of injured pride get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing opportunity, one to grab with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;So slay your lion, gather your courage, and grab, people.&lt;br /&gt;GRAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-3036489227397755754?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3036489227397755754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/fortune-favours-brave.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3036489227397755754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3036489227397755754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/fortune-favours-brave.html' title='Fortune favours the brave'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3093812724108092156</id><published>2010-08-06T11:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:30:40.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG Thank you</title><content type='html'>A BIG HUGE &lt;b&gt;MASSIVE&lt;/b&gt; Thank you all so much for your lovely words of support and encouragement on my last post. You're all really fabulous buddies, and I know you understand how truly crappy R's feel better than anyone in my rl possibly could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that the only way is up, and to that effect I've joined up with the Shirley Jump August workshop rather than sitting on my laurels and letting myself dwell. *Waves to Rach &amp;amp; Susan* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie, getting that R was pretty horrible. But I've read and re-read the email many times over, and every time it makes a little more sense. In truth, my ms just wasn't up to it.&lt;br /&gt;There's alot more to writing for M&amp;amp;B than having a bit of a flair with words, and I have a heck of alot to learn about the craft before I'm going to be able to hit the mark. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna try to have some faith in myself - I can do this, I'm going to work harder and one day it won't be a rejection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes and champagne are on me, because it would certainly be a much lonelier road without the fantastic shoulders of my blog buddies to lean on. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TFvjnVX3qQI/AAAAAAAAACs/pLZ6n9H7vNQ/s1600/Wedding_Photo_with_Champagne_fs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TFvjnVX3qQI/AAAAAAAAACs/pLZ6n9H7vNQ/s320/Wedding_Photo_with_Champagne_fs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-3093812724108092156?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3093812724108092156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3093812724108092156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3093812724108092156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-thank-you.html' title='A BIG Thank you'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TFvjnVX3qQI/AAAAAAAAACs/pLZ6n9H7vNQ/s72-c/Wedding_Photo_with_Champagne_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1334380890640644992</id><published>2010-08-04T22:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:10:18.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Down but not out...</title><content type='html'>Heard back today on my full ms.&lt;br /&gt;Big old R.&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie, it hurt like... well, like only a rejection can, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd worked myself up into hoping for revisions, so to realise I was too far wide of the mark to warrant them was a good old wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feelin' really, really blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - it was a really nice email, lots of detail and kind encouragement, and I know that after a couple of days sticking my bottom lip out and feeling sorry for myself, i'll pick myself up and keep on keeping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have said I can send in something new, which is a relief of course and I'm very glad to not have had the door closed, but just for tonight I'm going to drink wine and throw myself a pity party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thank you to the minxy girls for being fabulous shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business as usual tomorrow though. When the going gets tough, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1334380890640644992?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1334380890640644992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/down-but-not-out.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1334380890640644992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1334380890640644992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/down-but-not-out.html' title='Down but not out...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-915280694304805653</id><published>2010-08-01T23:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:57:00.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too proud to beg...</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my intro over on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://minxesofromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;the minxes of romance&lt;/a&gt; today, and would love it if you would come and say Hi to stop me from looking like billy no mates.... please? Pretty please with a sparkly cherry on the top? You'll find other much more interesting stuff going on over there too if you stick around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-915280694304805653?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/915280694304805653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-to-proud-to-beg.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/915280694304805653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/915280694304805653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-to-proud-to-beg.html' title='Not too proud to beg...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-6777403031643954096</id><published>2010-07-27T10:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:31:29.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The stalker strikes again, and a snippet of news...</title><content type='html'>Following on from my slightly stalkerish behaviour of looking up M&amp;amp;B HQ on streetmap, I was further thrilled to discover fab pics OF THE INSIDE of the building WITH REAL LIVE PEOPLE in the shots! lol! I am sure it's OK to link for anyone equally eager, it's on the fabuloso Michelle Willinghams facebookfan page.&lt;br /&gt;S'OK... you don't have to admit to being as nerdy/needy as me though. Just swizz down the page a while and you'll find pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/michellewillinghamfans"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/michellewillinghamfans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the snippet of news - I am now into week 8 since subbing my full manuscript into M&amp;amp;B, and the ed has kindly let me know that it's being read by the Senior Ed and they'll hopefully let me know their thoughts soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO good to hear an update, it's really broken up the waiting time to get an idea of what's happening with it. Thank you lovely editor. &lt;br /&gt;I am crossing everything I have to cross and hoping that they think it's worth revisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-6777403031643954096?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6777403031643954096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/stalker-strikes-again-and-snippet-of.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6777403031643954096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6777403031643954096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/stalker-strikes-again-and-snippet-of.html' title='The stalker strikes again, and a snippet of news...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-4192561224932321486</id><published>2010-07-23T11:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:41:34.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Minxy!</title><content type='html'>Exciting news for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://minxesofromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://minxesofromance.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the minx's, I think i'm going to love being part of your merry band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many exclamation marks going on in this post, but I make no apology!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-4192561224932321486?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4192561224932321486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-minxy.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4192561224932321486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4192561224932321486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-minxy.html' title='Feeling Minxy!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1654413892521085321</id><published>2010-07-16T20:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:27:39.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A book recommendation...</title><content type='html'>Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fan girl alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally love all of the releases in the Modern Heat line, but I have just finished one that really was just too gorgeous for words.&lt;br /&gt;It was so beautifully written that it made me sigh with envy, and in return it has inspired me to work harder, to push on and dig deeper into my own characters.&amp;nbsp; It also perfectly demonstrated to me how you can make familiar plot lines completely fresh and utterly believable if you really think hard enough. Did I say I love it already?&lt;br /&gt;It's a reunion story, so it allows for all of that deep emotion right from the get go, and boy do you get it by the bucket load. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book in question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red-Hot Renegade by Kelly Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I always enjoy Kelly's books anyway, but this one... well, I love it best of all.&lt;br /&gt;She's painted the characters so vividly - I fell in love with Jacob and I wanted to be Jianne's best friend, so I think you can safely say that it ticked all the boxes of a perfect romance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five stars and then some from me, it's a keeper on my book shelf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1654413892521085321?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1654413892521085321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-recommendation.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1654413892521085321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1654413892521085321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-recommendation.html' title='A book recommendation...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-7955336060264674733</id><published>2010-07-05T16:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:10:17.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Shinies Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I know a few of us have chatted about this on the Mills &amp;amp; Boon forum, and it's way too much fun not to share it around... with&lt;b&gt; many thanks&lt;/b&gt; to Michelle Styles for letting us in on the system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Hail the Silver Bucket!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutch it in case you're sick on those days when the nerves get too much, or chill your champagne in it if you're feeling super positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TDH_VxTMM0I/AAAAAAAAACk/skSWQDBQISQ/s1600/file_10_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TDH_VxTMM0I/AAAAAAAAACk/skSWQDBQISQ/s320/file_10_4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free gifts for anyone who's NTAI, and here's the deal - the longer you wait, the more bling you get.&lt;br /&gt;OK - it's not going to make waiting suddenly simple, but it sure will make it &lt;i&gt;shinier&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sporting a sterling silver bucket with a shiny red garnet, and have to say i'm really rather taken with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come help yourselves to your own bling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;These are the cyber charms you can collect and put on your own personal cyber bucket... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;For sending off a partial: you get a silver plated bucket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;For sending off a full: you get a sterling silver bucket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;For sending off revisions of a full: you a solid silver bucket with your name engraved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get a request for revisions, you get:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;1 carat pair of diamond studs in your choice of cut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Each completed month you wait for a response earns you the following book charms with gems to add to your bucket&amp;nbsp;in them: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;1 month = Garnet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7 months = Ruby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;2 months =Amethyst.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8 months = Peridot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;3 months = Aquamarine&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 9 months = Sapphire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;4 months = Diamond&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10 months= Opal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;5 months = Emerald&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 11 months= Topaz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;6 months = Pearl&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1 year = Zircon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;For every year you add behind a month, you add a carat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For every Rejection:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Rejection of Partial—Gold Mourning Ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Rejection of Full------Platnium Mourning Ring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Lost Articles :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Lost query: pearl earrings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Lost manuscript: ruby earrings and matching ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinies make the world go round. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-7955336060264674733?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7955336060264674733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/cyber-shinies-anyone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7955336060264674733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7955336060264674733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/cyber-shinies-anyone.html' title='Cyber Shinies Anyone?'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TDH_VxTMM0I/AAAAAAAAACk/skSWQDBQISQ/s72-c/file_10_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1947778195325274590</id><published>2010-07-01T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:38:45.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New hero love</title><content type='html'>I have been unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;Get your coat Jack, i've moved on and fallen in love with my new hero. *swoon*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad actually, as I wasn't sure how to detach myself from my first couple, but in actual fact it isn't that hard once you get teeth into two brand new characters is it? &lt;br /&gt;I took a week or two writing break after pressing send on my full submission, and am now getting back in the saddle again with two completely different characters.We are still very much at the getting to know each other stage, and i'm looking forward to putting them through their paces over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourselves Connor &amp;amp; Annie, i'm coming to get you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just hit the one month mark since subbing my full, and I have to confess to finding the wait slightly...er, &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; agonising.&lt;br /&gt;I know a month is nothing in relative terms.&lt;br /&gt;I know a month is a drop in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to just keep on keeping on.&lt;br /&gt;No news is good news I guess, and on the bright side, at least I haven't had bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self indulgent grumble over. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1947778195325274590?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1947778195325274590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-hero-love.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1947778195325274590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1947778195325274590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-hero-love.html' title='New hero love'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1908835837710618439</id><published>2010-06-25T10:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:09:33.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Five years ago today...</title><content type='html'>was my wedding day. *wistful sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to have an unashamed swoon over my very own handsome hero, who makes me every bit as happy as the lucky heroines between the pages of a Mills &amp;amp; Boon romance.&lt;br /&gt;He's been in Austria for a few days and I have been ridiculously bereft and lonely - but he gets home tonight so all is well with the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TCR0kiTUSkI/AAAAAAAAACc/W_dA-3-tJBo/s1600/Heart+From+Sand-72406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TCR0kiTUSkI/AAAAAAAAACc/W_dA-3-tJBo/s320/Heart+From+Sand-72406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1908835837710618439?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1908835837710618439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1908835837710618439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1908835837710618439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-years-ago-today.html' title='Five years ago today...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/TCR0kiTUSkI/AAAAAAAAACc/W_dA-3-tJBo/s72-c/Heart+From+Sand-72406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-799937179285699072</id><published>2010-06-15T00:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:30:07.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessive? Me? never...</title><content type='html'>Not much anyway. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking up an address on google maps earlier, and found myself then checking out where the Mills and Boon HQ is in Richmond, and then, oh the joy - it's been streetmapped! You can actually move the little yellow man thingy and see the building!! &lt;br /&gt;I spent a few happy minutes twizzling the camera up and down the street and looking at the building from one side and then the other - I am easily amused, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit to being a smidge (unreasonably) disappointed at the lack of glamour though, think I expected more razzmatazz and roses-around-the-door romance to exude from it.&lt;br /&gt;I did get a little thrill when I read the door plate though. It exists! And my manuscript is in there, albeit virtually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have painted my nails bright blue today to stop myself from biting them. Thank you Michelle. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-799937179285699072?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/799937179285699072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/06/obsessive-me-never.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/799937179285699072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/799937179285699072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/06/obsessive-me-never.html' title='Obsessive? Me? never...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-2807438145537423207</id><published>2010-06-11T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:13:47.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's away!</title><content type='html'>I only went and blummin' finished it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My full manuscript is now in the hands of the gods, or the editor as she is otherwise known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO idea what she's going to make of it, and at just one week into the wait I of course already have no nails left at all, have convinced myself that it was utter rubbish, and think she's just trying to decide how to say that tactfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first manuscript, and the thrill of typing THE END was... well, it was a total champagne moment. Just knowing that I can write something of the required length has been a big thing to me, I had no idea if I could, and now I KNOW I can. Regardless of the fact it might be terrible, I can still write a full manuscript. And if I can do one, then hopefully I can do it again, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't dared read it again since sending it, because I know i'll find errors straight away and think of other ways I should have done things. So it will remain closed until I hear back, and I'm going to crack on with a new story in the mean time to stop myself from going slowly crazy. Who am I kidding? Please tell me it's normal to think of nothing else once you've pressed send?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad admission coming up. I miss my hero. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I love love loved writing the HEA, again my first chance to have a go at it, and isn't it just the loveliest thing &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;?  It gave me a proper afterglow of rosy contentment, I was mooning over Jack and sighing with happiness. I was good for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go, I haven't chewed my nails in at least five minutes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-2807438145537423207?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2807438145537423207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-away.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2807438145537423207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2807438145537423207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-away.html' title='It&apos;s away!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1605398649373377589</id><published>2010-05-26T10:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:12:48.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad with myself.</title><content type='html'>My deadline is two days away and i'm not going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was a self imposed deadline and no one is depending on me, but I am just so narked with myself. I'm going to drop the Ed a line this morning and explain, but I  desperately wanted to turn it in on time - kind of show them that I could do it, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has this happened? Well, life just got in the way. A couple of completely unexpected things took up alot of my time and head space last week, resulting in my writing time disintegrating before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one chapter left to write and then the edits to do, which hopefully shouldn't be &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; arduous as I tend to edit alot as I go along anyway, so I'm planning to ask if next Friday would be OK rather than this one. &lt;br /&gt;I've been beating myself up about this since the weekend, and have been debating between writing like the clappers and rushing it in on time, or taking the extra week to polish it until it's the best I can make it. &lt;br /&gt;Ultimately though, I know in my heart that I wouldn't feel happy pressing send unless it was my best attempt - that has to be the most important think doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that it doesn't make me look flaky. :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, I am pretty pleased with the way it's shaped up, despite the fact that I think it may be a little heavy on the, erm, sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling a bit wrung out right now as have just written the most emotional scenes, I actually ended up crying with them at about midnight last night. That's normal too though.. right? I tell ya something - I'm really looking forward to finally giving these two their HEA, because they sure have worked hard for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a question. This is my first full manuscript, and my head seems to have been stuck in Jack &amp; Nancy's world permanently for months... and *nervous cough*... I sort of really like it there. &lt;br /&gt;Is it easy to detach yourself at the end? I imagine i'll find myself wondering what happened to them after I leave them to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose I get visitation rights do I? lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1605398649373377589?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1605398649373377589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/05/mad-with-myself.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1605398649373377589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1605398649373377589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/05/mad-with-myself.html' title='Mad with myself.'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-6543294757512667228</id><published>2010-05-17T14:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:59:24.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is too much?</title><content type='html'>I'm having &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt; trouble keeping Jack &amp; Nancy out of the bedroom. Or the kitchen, or the bathroom for that matter - they just can't keep their hands off each other and it's got me thinking about how much sex should be included for a MH submission. Is there an unofficial guideline? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I mean... come on! These two were getting steamy in a lift within ten minutes of first clapping eyes on each other, so what hope have I got of controlling them?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand a bit better know what people mean when they talk about the characters taking over and leading the way, because these two are pretty dominant over me right now.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm pretty sure that it might be having a detrimental effect on the conflict aspect of the story, and that's obviously a big concern. I've tried to weave in their individual inner conflict within the story so each characters motivations are clear to the reader, but as far as Jack and Nancy go, well,  they haven't actually revealed much of this stuff &lt;i&gt;to each other&lt;/i&gt; until at least 40,000 words in.&lt;br /&gt;My fear is that in not doing so, they have a bit of a 2d holiday romance going on, and not enough obvious conflict between them on the page. Have I made a soggy middle? Do I have to make them battle more? &lt;br /&gt;I think this comes down to learning more about the craft of romance writing, I am really in at the deep end here and floundering a bit. Please don't let me drown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to the original question... is there such a thing as too much sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have five sex scenes in my wip, ranging from a skipped over half page descriptions to quite lengthy episodes. The thing is though, I've considered them within the story and they all feel necessary. But if they take up too much of my word count, am I not leaving enough room to really develop the emotional side of the story  too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-6543294757512667228?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6543294757512667228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-much-is-too-much.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6543294757512667228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6543294757512667228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How much is too much?'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-92799418328371265</id><published>2010-05-10T23:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:28:52.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One step forward, two steps back...</title><content type='html'>I'm currently working on the requested full for Shoes, Lies &amp; Videotape, and I'm really frustrating myself, but on the good side I'm learning alot as I go along. My word count currently stands at just over 30,000, which leaves me 18 days to complete it, edit it, and submit it. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent time worrying about the fact that I seem to be someone who writes slowly, but then I tend to edit quite heavily as I go along, rather than being able to get a rough draft down quickly and then go to work on it. I suspect I'm probably doing that wrong way around, but I don't think I could do it the other way so I'm going with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also fret that people will think I should have written the whole thing before subbing an entry into the competition, or at least have written it in the interim. But then I'd never written any romance at all before entering the competition, so had no clue ( and still have very little!). I wanted to wait to chat with the editors once i'd placed to see how they wanted me to progress, and actually I'm glad I did in retrospect, because such alot changed from my original premise as a result of that call. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was onto resubbing a revised synopsis and waiting, resubbing the partial and waiting, resubbing the revised partial and waiting again...and being kind of paralysed with fear in each interim waiting period in case i'd got it horribly wrong and not writing anymore until I had confirmation from them that I should. I've been incredibly lucky that my waiting times so far have been &lt;i&gt;tiny&lt;/i&gt;, but still I should probably have written more during them. It's a learning curve I guess, I've kind of needed my hand holding throughout because this is all very new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the one step forward and two steps back thing. Over the last couple of days I've written myself into a corner, and have really struggled with a particular scene. I've written it from one pov, then tried it from the other, but still it just wasn't clicking into place for me. I sat down with it this afternoon thoroughly disheartened, and finally realised exactly what I needed to do with it. &lt;br /&gt;D.E.L.E.T.E the damn thing!&lt;br /&gt;If I was finding it such an uphill struggle to write, I'm pretty sure other people would find it an uphill struggle to read. And then go and do something less boring instead. ( see what I did there? Anyone of a certain age in the UK will be singing the theme tune to a certain kids TV show from the 70's...)&lt;br /&gt;Deleting it was liberating, and I love it so much better the new way. I am back to enjoying writing it again, which has to be good, right? I've kind of concluded from this episode that I'll listen to my gut instinct earlier - if it's just not going right, then &lt;b&gt;there is a reason&lt;/b&gt; for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 days isn't very long is it? I shouldn't be here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-92799418328371265?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/92799418328371265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/92799418328371265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/92799418328371265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html' title='One step forward, two steps back...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-2770290061055886747</id><published>2010-04-19T15:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:10:21.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy days!</title><content type='html'>Hooray Hooray Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email in my inbox today from HM&amp;B. Cue HUGE churn of stomach and a few deep breaths before letting myself click on it. For some reason I had to clear the room before I could read it, had to send the kids into the garden and flap around for a second before opening it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the lovely editor gave me positive feedback on my partial, and a request for the full manuscript. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling &lt;b&gt;ridiculously&lt;/b&gt; happy - top of the world in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to email back a rough completion date, and then get my head well and truly down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might just have a little glass of celebratory vino tonight first though... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-2770290061055886747?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2770290061055886747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-days.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2770290061055886747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2770290061055886747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-days.html' title='Happy days!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-130652443977803861</id><published>2010-04-08T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:59:36.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm... Maisey?  HELP!</title><content type='html'>My send finger is twitching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you all do it? I seriously need to cultivate some patience, I am compulsively checking my inbox for a response about my partial, or else I am wondering if it's too soon to check again after the last time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's only been a laughable 8 days!!!! And four of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; were frickin holiday days!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Note to self:- GET A GRIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyber slaps required please, &amp; distraction suggestions too. I am thinking chocolate &amp; vodka? And write, write, write. Even that is loads harder with the kids at home though, and they are off for another eleven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too early for wine here, so am going to eat my own weight in chocolate over the course of the afternoon - and that would be no mean feat, let me tell ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-130652443977803861?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/130652443977803861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/04/erm-maisey-help.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/130652443977803861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/130652443977803861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/04/erm-maisey-help.html' title='Erm... Maisey?  HELP!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1279879735749281947</id><published>2010-04-01T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:25:25.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to biting my nails...</title><content type='html'>I've just pressed send on my revised partial, and feel a bit giddy already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email pinged back right back in to say thanks and they'll get back to me after the Easter break - &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt; let me cultivate some patience this time around? Someone stop me if I cave in and think about emailing them in a week or so?&lt;br /&gt;I *think* it's much stronger for the revisions, I just desperately hope that they feel the same over in Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the Easter hols - what's not to love about a house full of chocolate? I Especially love the part when the kids are in bed and I can launch a stealth attack on their egg supply. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1279879735749281947?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1279879735749281947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-biting-my-nails.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1279879735749281947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1279879735749281947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-biting-my-nails.html' title='Back to biting my nails...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3298848836484130034</id><published>2010-03-15T00:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:37:33.361Z</updated><title type='text'>I am officially the most impatient person in the world.</title><content type='html'>After a &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; pathetic nine day wait, I caved and emailed to double check when I might hear back about my partial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know, I know. &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I regretted sending it as soon as I'd pressed the button, but it's too late then isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully though, they kindly humoured me and sent me some feedback without passing go - although given my email,they probably thought I was about to shove my head in the gas oven and didn't want my over dramatic death laid at their door! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I have work to do. They said really nice things about the newly revised chapter 1, it's much stronger for losing the child from the plot. Chapters 2 &amp; 3 need work to make them more pacey, and ensure that the tension &amp; sizzle stays as apparent as it is in the opening chapter.&lt;br /&gt;All of the comments make perfect sense, and I can see just what they mean and want me to do to strengthen and tighten it up... am feeling nervous about it though as I've made a start and seem to be stumbling around a bit. &lt;br /&gt;They suggested that I try and relax and have fun with it, so I'm consciously trying to do exactly that, and in doing so I've discovered a neat new trick. &lt;br /&gt;Brace yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally barefoot when I'm at home, and usually curl my legs underneath me when I'm writing. But not anymore, ooooh no. In an effort to channel my inner sex kitten (!), I now put on my best high heels especially to write. And even more bizarrely,  I think it's having a positive effect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;( Note to self: don't even THINK about getting a feather boa.. )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next week or two will mostly find me editing in my stilettos, and then re-subbing and praying for more patience next time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-3298848836484130034?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3298848836484130034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-officially-most-impatient-person.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3298848836484130034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3298848836484130034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-officially-most-impatient-person.html' title='I am officially the most impatient person in the world.'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-7512778621447952093</id><published>2010-03-08T12:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:43:15.976Z</updated><title type='text'>The waiting is the worst bit isn't it?</title><content type='html'>My partial for Shoes, Lies &amp; Video Tape went in last week - hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already obsessing about it of course, and even though I know I'm being unreasonable I want a reply RIGHT NOW!!!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed writing it for the most part,especially the sexy dinner scene I mentioned in my last post. Who knew figs were so outrageously erotic?! &lt;br /&gt;It's very hard not knowing what they think over at Mills &amp; Boon, I'm dying to know if I am going in the right direction or if I need to back up and try again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kind of plugging my fingers in my ears and carrying on with the rest of it in the mean time, it's the only thing to do really isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday came and went in a happy fizz of vino, flowers and pretty notebooks. Also a thesaurus - much appreciated as my current wip involves far too much 'murmuring' and 'amusement'. &lt;br /&gt;There's more words! &lt;b&gt;Note to self: USE THEM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also rec'd the last of the Twilight' series of books, which is proving very distracting. I think I ended up on Team Jacob at the end of book 3, but am erring towards Team Edward as I go into this one. &lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; about vampire love at the moment... Mitchell from Being Human (sexiest man on the box)... Edward Cullen... Bill from True Blood...  &lt;b&gt;Bite me!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Please!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-7512778621447952093?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7512778621447952093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-is-worst-bit-isnt-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7512778621447952093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7512778621447952093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-is-worst-bit-isnt-it.html' title='The waiting is the worst bit isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-1629003963388441756</id><published>2010-02-18T18:13:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:21:11.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexy food ideas....help?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HELP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning a menu at the moment for my wip, and I need it to to be sexy with a capital S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My H&amp;H are currently in reluctant agreement not to act on their clear and present sexual chemistry, and are road testing the meal at the request of the chef. I'm going to use it to ramp up the already raging sexual tension between them, so every course needs to be sensual to look at and to eat ( but also believable as a meal you might be served in a swanky restaurant, so no, eating strawberries out of navels is &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;an option, lol!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what would you serve? I'm thinking of oysters and champagne as a starter, but the main course is stressing me out. Dessert I'm thinking maybe something with fresh figs drizzled with honey.&lt;br /&gt;Help? Any ideas for dishes that are sensual to watch someone else eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partial is ticking along well I think, I've pretty much written the draught apart from this scene. Then obviously it'll need heavy editing before sending in, but should be good to go before the deadline of the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tricker this week to find writing time though as it's half term and I have the tiny terrors under my feet all day, plus the weather's rubbish so we're all going slightly stir crazy. I've got a three year old drama king who's all about the temper tantrums at the moment, and a six year old professional wind up merchant who delights in riling him. Not a good combination, they've yet to agree on anything today. Bolt or Ice age 3? Dinosaurs or train tracks? Spaghetti or penne pasta for dinner? One wants one,  one wants the other, and it ALWAYS ends up with shouting from the tiny but mighty one. It's about three hours until I can pour a glass of wine, not that I'm watching the clock or anything... I love them, but roll on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day was unexpectedly nice chez moi - heart shaped toast and jam in bed with a copy of the OK magazine. We know how to live in our house, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-1629003963388441756?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1629003963388441756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexy-food-ideas.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1629003963388441756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/1629003963388441756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexy-food-ideas.html' title='Sexy food ideas....help?!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-8138098495873902933</id><published>2010-02-03T09:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:51:51.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Full steam ahead</title><content type='html'>I've had word back from M &amp; B - it's a green light for the revised plot, with some cautionary notes to think about as I go along. Phew! I'm really glad, as I didn't actually have a plan C!&lt;br /&gt;One of the things i'm mulling over at the mo is time scales. How long a period is realistic for two love-allergic people to do a complete about turn and reach their HEA? My original synopsis kind of tied it all up within six weeks, but would that actually happen in real life? I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;The shiny new plot removes Jack's late wife &amp; child completely, &amp; allows more scope for sizzle &amp; playfulness, which is good. What isn't so good is that I still want Jack to be wearing a wedding ring in the opening scene, so he's needs to have /  had a wife. I'm currently going with recently divorced rather than killing her off, although I may change my mind and lop off her head with helicopter blades if I get desperate! One to try and avoid I think.&lt;br /&gt;The Ed's asked for the first three chapters, and we've settled on a deadline of 28th Feb, the day before my birthday. :o)  Although in actual fact it's not my birthday, as my real birthday is the 29th Feb, but it's as good as it gets for me most years.&lt;br /&gt;That's not long away is it? I am full of nerves about it, the reality of what an extraordinary opportunity this is is setting in and I so don't want to blow it. &lt;br /&gt;T - 25 days and counting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-8138098495873902933?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8138098495873902933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/02/full-steam-ahead.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/8138098495873902933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/8138098495873902933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/02/full-steam-ahead.html' title='Full steam ahead'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3183664530383927657</id><published>2010-01-27T16:05:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:41:00.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>My chapters up on iheartpresents &lt;a href="http://www.iheartpresents.com/2010/01/harlequin-presents-writing-competition-2009-runner-up-joanne-pibworths-first-chapter/"&gt;http://www.iheartpresents.com/2010/01/harlequin-presents-writing-competition-2009-runner-up-joanne-pibworths-first-chapter/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(if anyone can tell me how to replace that ridiculously long link with a word i'd be very glad - i'm SO bad with computers it's embarrassing.)  &lt;br /&gt;It feels really odd to see my words on there! It's completely nerve wracking wondering what people will make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word back yet on my revisions, but it's only been a couple of days so that's no shocker is it? I'm too impatient.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to just carry on writing as if they've said yes and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst that can happen? They could say no of course, but no writing's a waste is it? ( I think I may have read that over on Jackie Ashenden's blog this morning, it's sooooo right!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off now to chew my nails....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-3183664530383927657?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.iheartpresents.com/2010/01/harlequin-presents-writing-competition-2009-runner-up-joanne-pibworths-first-chapter/' title='Yikes!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3183664530383927657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/yikes.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3183664530383927657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3183664530383927657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-2181291241626732663</id><published>2010-01-25T17:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:37:34.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Sent!</title><content type='html'>Well, i've sent in my plot revision plan for Jack &amp;amp; Nancy, so i'm playing the waiting game now to hear if they like what they see. I have my fingers and toes crossed, I actually prefer it the new way - it has more potential for &amp;nbsp;sizzle. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got notified that my chapter &amp;amp; feedback should be on iheartpresents one of the days this week. Nervous? me? You betcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-2181291241626732663?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2181291241626732663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/sent.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2181291241626732663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2181291241626732663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/sent.html' title='Sent!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-4227879576058171269</id><published>2010-01-17T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:07:41.149Z</updated><title type='text'>Back to the casting couch...</title><content type='html'>Oh the drama.&lt;br /&gt;Having cast Jack &amp;amp; Nancy, i'm now going to throw a hollywood strop and sack Jack.&lt;br /&gt;He is indeed one gorgeous specimen, but his youthful good looks are causing me angst!&lt;br /&gt;He may be mid 30's in real life, but &amp;nbsp;he doesn't look it does he? And his role as clean living farm boy turned rookie reporter as Clark Kent keeps rearing it's ugly head - he's just not grubby enough to say the lines I need him to say. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Smallville, &amp;nbsp;get your coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm therefore handing over the role of Jack into a more authoritative pair of hands - not to mention all together more wicked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S1JIGeH5BhI/AAAAAAAAACU/6vsjya8tZ_A/s1600-h/david_duchovny7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S1JIGeH5BhI/AAAAAAAAACU/6vsjya8tZ_A/s320/david_duchovny7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-4227879576058171269?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4227879576058171269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-casting-couch.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4227879576058171269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4227879576058171269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-casting-couch.html' title='Back to the casting couch...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S1JIGeH5BhI/AAAAAAAAACU/6vsjya8tZ_A/s72-c/david_duchovny7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-7172452654602156567</id><published>2010-01-14T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:07:44.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Jack &amp; Nancy</title><content type='html'>One of the perks of writing romance is definitely getting to play casting director isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like making your own movie, but taking all of the associated jobs on yourself - writer, producer, editor, director, head of casting - everything but starring in it and bagging the hero yourself in actual fact! There's something not quite right there surely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wip at the moment stars Jack &amp;amp; Nancy, and i've finally settled on my castings for the main roles. ;O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S05ZArVFypI/AAAAAAAAABY/NTPHNvkne3w/s1600-h/s8-erica-durance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S05ZArVFypI/AAAAAAAAABY/NTPHNvkne3w/s320/s8-erica-durance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actually Nancy has been pretty much sorted since day one, she's fiesty &amp;amp; modern, and in my minds eye she is very similar in looks and personality to the character of Lois Lane in Smallville, as played by Erica Durance.&lt;br /&gt;Finding Jack was trickier. I knew he was dark haired and sexy, with a glint of humour. I have trawled through loads of men ( tough job, one best done without my husband and children to distract me) and although many were goooood, none were pefect for Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then struck me why I was struggling - because he was right under my nose all of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S05aBlAHQnI/AAAAAAAAABg/VgOCgie0LQw/s1600-h/Smallville_Tom_Welling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S05aBlAHQnI/AAAAAAAAABg/VgOCgie0LQw/s320/Smallville_Tom_Welling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a smallville fan of epic proportions anyway, and honestly, who can out alpha a bone fide superhero? No one, or &amp;nbsp;at least not for me in the case of Jack &amp;amp; Nancy. I'm going more with the image than the actual character in his case though, as as Clark Kent he's not nearly alpha enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've tried to nail in my head who my perfect alpha male character would be, and the closest I can get is a divine cross between Sawyer from Lost ( too hot to actually live), David Duchovny in Californication, and Gene hunt in Ashes to Ashes... although I realise i'm probably alone on that last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Having now settled on Jack &amp;amp; Nancy, the gorgeous thing is I can easily find images of them together, and today I found I can even watch little montages of their romance set to music on youtube... is that taking things too far? I am thinking probably.....erm, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S05fiHIpCvI/AAAAAAAAABo/aBWqR_5VMa8/s1600-h/425.smallville.welling.Durance.lc.101409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S05fiHIpCvI/AAAAAAAAABo/aBWqR_5VMa8/s320/425.smallville.welling.Durance.lc.101409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another good thing about going with these two is that i've watched their frustrated would-be romance blossom and can really feel the tension &amp;amp; chemistry sizzling between them, so it's easy for me to transfer that emotion over to my own characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have no idea if this is a bad move or not - is it usual to choose characters you've seen work as a couple on screen in the past, or is there a danger it might have an influence on your writing? I'm hoping not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-7172452654602156567?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7172452654602156567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/jack-nancy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7172452654602156567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7172452654602156567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/jack-nancy.html' title='Jack &amp; Nancy'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S05ZArVFypI/AAAAAAAAABY/NTPHNvkne3w/s72-c/s8-erica-durance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-4061583038843233631</id><published>2010-01-12T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:00:23.704Z</updated><title type='text'>So...the call</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to report that 'the call' happened as planned today, and they were lovely &amp;amp; chatty, not anywhere near as scary as I'd imagined . :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of positives to draw on, they said they feel that my chapter hit the sassy tone of MH well, and that my voice is contemporary &amp;amp; sparkled with a unique &amp;amp; sexy style.&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I could actually &amp;nbsp;die a happy girl after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are necessary revisions though, and loads of things to think about going forward. The main concern is that my story includes a child, which they feel is an incredibly tricky thing to pull off.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I can totally see what they mean - i've been finding exactly that as I've progressed on from where chapter one left off. It's an accomplished skill to be able to write in a child without allowing them to take up very much of the word count or get in the way of spontaneous action - def something to leave for later down the line in hind sight.&lt;br /&gt;We discussed options to move the story forward, and i'm going to think on it to see if there's a way I can make the premise work without the child in it. It's quite tricky as lots of the emotional conflict hinges around the fact that my hero is a widower, and without that in the mix a lot of the fundamental elements of the plot have to go too. It's not impossible, but the fear is that in changing the scenario too much I might end up losing the spark that's there now, and I don't want to force the characters to fit the plot. &amp;nbsp;The alternative option is to shelve it for now and do something completely different, which thankfully they've said they'd happily read. As I said, loads to mull over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful that I'll &amp;nbsp;find a way to make it work for Jack &amp;amp; Nancy though, as I'm fond of them and would love to finish writing their story.&lt;br /&gt;On the phone today they encouraged me to really push the boundaries, so that's the plan i'm gonna go with... stand well back! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-4061583038843233631?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4061583038843233631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/sothe-call.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4061583038843233631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4061583038843233631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/sothe-call.html' title='So...the call'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-6123066883143638406</id><published>2010-01-07T21:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:59:53.545Z</updated><title type='text'>D-Day...or should that be C Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Today was call day, 1.30pm, perfectly planned for kids at school and nursery, husband at work, TV off...I was good to go.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I sat there, nice cuppa on the table, all ready with hard copy of my chapter and synopsis, brand new christmas note pad cracked open in honour of the occasion, pen lid off, phone next to me on the sofa. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Picked up the laptop and put it down in case I couldn't put it down fast enough when the phone rang. Drank some tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Double &amp;amp; triple checked the telephone to make sure it was actually working. Drank more tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Picked up the laptop again and checked i'd sent the right tel number in with my comp entry, put the laptop back down again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Sat in silence chewing my lip. Doodled in new pad. Finished tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Picked up laptop and emailed husband in a faff - should I email Kim? Desperate for a wee but didn't want to go in case phone went. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Couldn't wait (pelvic floor not what it was, have given birth to two children!) so dashed upstairs and of course the bloody phone rang - bit head off cold caller - GET OFF MY RUDDY LINE!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;3pm, gave up and sent friendly email to advise I was going out to get the boys from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; And so far, no reply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; I am guessing that Kim's most probably struggling with weather related complications, as only yesterday she confirmed that  we were still good for this afternoon.  We've had power cuts here intermittently this evening, so I'd not be at all surprised if it's been as bad and probably far worse down there. I'm completely sure that if she could have been in touch then she would have been, even if only to re arrange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; So I'll be having a fortifying brandy in a minute, and hoping all's well down in Surrey. It'll happen soon enough i'm sure, and strangely I feel less nervous about it after the anti climax of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; I think I've peaked in the panic stakes!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-6123066883143638406?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6123066883143638406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/d-dayor-should-that-be-c-day.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6123066883143638406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/6123066883143638406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/d-dayor-should-that-be-c-day.html' title='D-Day...or should that be C Day?'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-2078324927814707873</id><published>2010-01-03T11:38:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:15:25.251Z</updated><title type='text'>And then he kissed her...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S0B4tCwGNcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zYCoYcXeljI/s1600-h/51fzI-A7tEL._SS500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S0B4tCwGNcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zYCoYcXeljI/s320/51fzI-A7tEL._SS500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst sorting out in the bedroom yesterday, I came across this (very dusty!) cassette from Mills &amp;amp; Boon. Good old amazon have it listed, although well out of stock and never to return - I should think it was long out of production before the internet was even dreamt up. &amp;nbsp;The issue date on the back of it is 1986, when I would have been the grand old age of 14. I can still remember sending off for it with a stamped addressed envelope, and the excitement of receiving it, along with the long since lost booklet of hints and tips. I don't know quite what I expected to write about back then, as thinking back i'd barely kissed my first boyfriend at that age! I guess I knew a bit about unrequited love though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's fair to say the cassette is quite (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;) outdated now, but it reminded me of just how long i've dreamt of trying to write for Mills &amp;amp; Boon, and makes me wonder why it's taken me around 23 years to feel able to properly try. I am guessing that it's similar for everyone who wants to write romance, it's been in our blood ever since reading our very first M&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I just didn't know enough about having my heart broken back then - gawd knows I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Or maybe I needed to meet my own real life hero to know how life changing that can be, and thankfully &amp;nbsp;I can tick that box too now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I older and wiser? Older for sure! The mirror tells me that every day - where did all of these sodding wrinkles come from? I need a soft focus mirror. (Do they even exist? I am going to apply to Dragons Den, this could be the BIG one!) At least being plumper means that my face is filled out a bit though, I hate to think what would happen if any of my attempts at dieting actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that that's likely at the moment, seeing as we are awash with tins of Roses &amp;amp; other christmas chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to bed just after midnight last night, and do you know what I took with me? 6 After Eights, and the last glass of fizzy wine from the bottle we'd just sunk whilst watching Harry Potter and the half blood prince on DVD.&amp;nbsp;I propped myself up on the pillows and happily started the 3rd book in the No.1 ladies detective agency series which Santa thoughtfully provided, sipping vino and nibbling chocolate. It must be the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We're wringing the last drops of festivities out of today before getting back to the business of normal life tomorrow. We were saying last night that it's been one of the best Christmases we can remember, not that we have been anywhere special or out of the ordinary. It's just felt kind of like being on vacation in our own home, all of our worries were officially suspended whilst we ate, drank and played with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Plenty of time for reality next week, along with ALOT of clearing up, and the small (huge!) matter of a chat with Kim from Mills &amp;amp; Boon.... just 23 years later than originally planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-2078324927814707873?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2078324927814707873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-then-he-kissed-her.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2078324927814707873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2078324927814707873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-then-he-kissed-her.html' title='And then he kissed her...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/S0B4tCwGNcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zYCoYcXeljI/s72-c/51fzI-A7tEL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3143232042673549480</id><published>2009-12-30T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:29:21.472Z</updated><title type='text'>The date is set...</title><content type='html'>tentatively for my consultation with Kimberley from M&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed it will be on January 7th - I am officially &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;VERY SCARED&lt;/span&gt; indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and B.R.E.A.T.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has been fun, very noisy and messy with the kids - I don't think i've actually seen the floor since Christmas morning. &amp;nbsp;On the upside, it saves on the hoovering!&lt;br /&gt;I received an array of writing accoutrements - notepads &amp;amp; journals ( hooray, my addiction is being well fed), and a very pretty pen from the boys. I can't complain about not having the tools for the job can I ?&lt;br /&gt;The pressure's on. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010 everyone, hope it's a fun and productive one for all. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-3143232042673549480?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3143232042673549480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/date-is-set.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3143232042673549480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3143232042673549480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/date-is-set.html' title='The date is set...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-3868082745807753011</id><published>2009-12-16T23:01:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:07:30.992Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/SylmpEh80nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vZhvRJHdFHE/s1600-h/KEEP-CALM-UNION-JACK-WEB-FRONT_medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/SylmpEh80nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vZhvRJHdFHE/s320/KEEP-CALM-UNION-JACK-WEB-FRONT_medium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have hung this on the office wall today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Although it should actually read keep calm, or drink more wine.&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/1226595656307156347-3868082745807753011?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3868082745807753011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-hung-this-on-office-wall-today-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3868082745807753011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/3868082745807753011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-hung-this-on-office-wall-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODfB-mJslT0/SylmpEh80nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vZhvRJHdFHE/s72-c/KEEP-CALM-UNION-JACK-WEB-FRONT_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-7355777754145376696</id><published>2009-12-15T00:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:42:52.280Z</updated><title type='text'>New kid on the block nerves</title><content type='html'>About eight years back I conned my then boyfriend (now husband) into buying a laptop on the pretext that I would try to write romance for Mills &amp;amp; Boon, so I have to commend him on his admirable patience - I honestly don't know why it's taken me so long to start my journey, but I am just so glad that I finally have. Who knows how long the journey will take, but that's part and parcel of it isn't it? I've read the mills and boon forums for a good while now, and it was seeing the competition info there in black and white that finally spurred me into action - along with my little one starting nursery and suddenly freeing up my week day afternoons. Again, kudos to my husband for being cool enough to want me to spend my afternoons giving this my best shot - I run a business from home too which has really been forced onto the back burner lately, i'm not really sure at the moment how all that's going to pan out. I just want to spend my time writing, it's totally intoxicating to a level I hadn't fully realized it would be. &lt;br /&gt;Finding writing time isn't simple around a young family, a knackered husband who's working all the time, plus running the business &amp;amp; home too - I feel like i'm juggling (and dropping) the balls all the time, and I don't even want to talk about the unscalable mountain that is my washing pile.  I guess (hope) that's pretty normal though! &lt;br /&gt;I find myself carrying my big notepad (note to self: stop buying pretty notepads. Butterflies, flowers, swirls... you name it, I have it. I've always been that way - I was always a sucker for sparkly pencils and fluffy pencil cases as a kid, this is just the grown up version) everywhere with me, and for some weird reason my writing juices seem to flow best just around 5pm, at which point i'm usually running around the kitchen making dinner for the kids, feeding the cats, washing up...I often find myself stirring a saucepan with one hand and madly scribbling away with the other. &lt;br /&gt;When I look back on it to try to make sense of  what i've written, it's generally a random collection of words and ideas for lines of dialogue - I don't think i'm going to be someone who plots heavily in advance, I seem to work best by pantsing it, so i'll stick with that for now. I also find that I prefer to work with music on in the back ground, but can't cope at all with the TV or radio. Chatter completely distracts me - but then I am easily distracted.  (and in my defense, Loose Women sometimes offers up plot ideas, haha).&lt;br /&gt;I've recently gotten really into spotify, and have built up a playlist that suits the characters and story lines in my book - it's surprised me how much inspiration i've drawn from listening to music whilst writing. It's got to be romantic though, no thrash metal thank you, or who knows what my H&amp;amp;H would end up doing...&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal to eat more whilst writing? I seem to be incapable of engaging my brain without a bottomless cup of coffee and a bag of maltesers on the desk. Or the Christmas tin of quality street, as it is at the moment...BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from chocolate, I'm also developing a big addiction to reading romance writers blogs, but i don't think that's a bad thing. I'm a rookie in this game, and i'm learning so much from everyone else who's been at it longer and who are generous enough to share their ups and downs. I feel unqualified to post on other people's blogs who've been at it for a while, and really unsure of myself.... it's kind of like starting school where everybody else knows each other already. It's probably heightened by the fact that i've never blogged before, it's a whole new world to become accustomed to the ways of. Hopefully the new kid on the block nerves will ease as I go along my own journey - am desperately hoping the addiction to maltesers eases too, or else I am really in trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-7355777754145376696?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7355777754145376696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-kid-on-block-nerves.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7355777754145376696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7355777754145376696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-kid-on-block-nerves.html' title='New kid on the block nerves'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-2738796595416720237</id><published>2009-12-14T11:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:44:41.202Z</updated><title type='text'>Strange times...</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days now since the announcement on iheartpresents, and a strange few at that.&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly made for uncomfortable reading to see good people &amp; HMB flamed unnecessarily  ... maybe it's just that i'm a newcomer to the romance writing community and probably don't have a full grip on the politics of it yet. &lt;br /&gt;I have to say though that I have been personally touched by how kind and generous everyone's been to me, but I feel very saddened for Susanna &amp; Maggie. I really hope that they both can still take pleasure in their achievements, although I expect it must have tarnished things greatly for them.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the troubled waters will be calmed later, and business as usual will resume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-2738796595416720237?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2738796595416720237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/strange-times.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2738796595416720237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/2738796595416720237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/strange-times.html' title='Strange times...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-7204729265432056728</id><published>2009-12-12T08:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:27:28.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Red Letter Day!</title><content type='html'>December 1st 2009. 3.30pm. One of the best moments of my life so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment when lovely Joanne Grant from Harlequin Mills &amp; Boon called me to let me know i'd placed as runner up in the 2009 competition. I was totally shocked, and don't think i said anything coherent at all during the conversation. I was thoroughly flu-ed up and on anti-biotics, and I found myself wondering for a few minutes if i'd hallucinated the whole thing. :o) - like lots of others, i'd gone to sleep hoping and imagining that that phone call would come for weeks, and for it to actually happen was ...bonkers! Needless to say, Joanne was lovely, really excited and bubbly, and it was everything you hope the phone call will be.&lt;br /&gt;Then a Congrats email pinged in from Lovely  Joanne (new official name), so I felt safe enough to call my husband, my sister, my brother, my mum....and of course try to remember that i'd been asked to tell no-one until December 11th! I was at home with my two little boys (3&amp;5), and we had ten minutes of crazily dancing around the living room,punching the air, whooping and clutching of cheeks in shock - bless kids, they just go with it don't they, no questions asked. Actually, since then, whenever I mention the competition, my eldest eyes me warily and mutters 'not the crazy dancing again mum'....&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to yesterday, announcement day. My husband sent me a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and my friends and family were over the moon - it was such a relief to be able to tell them all! It was another big moment to see the announcement in black and white on iheartpresents, just so, so thrilling. I feel so, so, SO lucky! I'm still on cloud nine, i've never won anything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hugely grateful to all at Mills &amp; Boon for running the competition, it's been a massive experience to take part, and to place is the stuff that dreams are made of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also aware it's been a huge experience for 540 other women around the world, and I am crossing my fingers and hoping that they all get happy news too soon. I sweat blood and tears over my entry and have bitten my nails to the quick waiting for the results, and I know that every one else who entered did exactly the same. It's not an easy thing to throw your hat into the ring, so Congrats to every last one who entered and lots of luck. &lt;br /&gt;The romance writing community has been a complete revelation to me. It's uniquely friendly &amp; supportive to all, and I have to say a big thank you for the encouragement and advice i've been given over the last few months. Extra special thanks to Robyn, who held my hand and gave such wise advice - I am indebted.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to get on with the business of writing the rest of the book....eeep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-7204729265432056728?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7204729265432056728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-letter-day.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7204729265432056728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/7204729265432056728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-letter-day.html' title='Red Letter Day!'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-4460350028524577597</id><published>2009-10-29T23:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:17:25.437Z</updated><title type='text'>I think I may have..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;finished my competition entry. FINALLY. Wow, it's been much harder than I anticipated, and I am so close to the deadline now that there's no going back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt; it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've written the bare bones of the synopsis and am currently fleshing them out with the hope of pressing SEND tomorrow or on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I honestly can't wait, just to be a part of the contest is such a huge thrill, and I've seriously  doubted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; have anything I felt able to submit a fair few times along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although it's only 5 thousand words, it's taken me an age, which makes me question my ability to write with any speed. To help me with this (theoretically) I'm signing up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/span&gt; via the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eharlequin&lt;/span&gt; site. I've never done it before so it's another first, looking forward to getting my teeth into that. I'm planning to use it to write the rest of the competition novel, seeing as the word count currently stands at 5000. Only another 45000 to go then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-4460350028524577597?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4460350028524577597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-may-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4460350028524577597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4460350028524577597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-may-have.html' title='I think I may have..'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-4401149742369112458</id><published>2009-10-27T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:36:38.149Z</updated><title type='text'>Nearly ready..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my entry for the HM&amp;amp;B writing competition, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm just printing it off to give it a polish, and then tomorrow it's full steam ahead with the synopsis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been jotting down notes over the last few days of ideas of what should go in there, so I'm hoping it won't be too stressful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What am I saying? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course it will be stressful &lt;/span&gt;- this whole competition malarky has  been, but then nobody said it would be easy did they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm hoping to press SEND on Friday at some point. Then drink wine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226595656307156347-4401149742369112458?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4401149742369112458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/nearly-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4401149742369112458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/4401149742369112458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/nearly-ready.html' title='Nearly ready..'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226595656307156347.post-549377623777960281</id><published>2009-10-25T22:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:35:24.684Z</updated><title type='text'>The first post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm a little lost for words - not ideal for blogging, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK. I've started this blog as a place to record my ups and downs as I attempt to finally become a published romance author.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've wanted to for more years than I care to remember, and things have kind of slotted into place now for me to give it my best shot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So to that end, i've set myself a goal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm 37 going on 38 in February, and I'd love to be published by the time I hit 40. That gives me roughly two and a half years. I better get cracking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm starting off by entering the Harlequin Mills and Boon 2009 writing competition - 1 chapter and a synopsis by November 2nd. I have already written it once, realised it was rubbish and started over, and the synopsis is still a mystery to me. It's a week until closing the date ( how did that happen?), and the kids are now on half term hols so my writing time has disappeared. It's not looking good, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been at it for about 2 months now, and I have learned a little already - the wonders of the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've discovered a fantastic community of women who share the same dream, as well as published authors, all of whom give freely of their advice and have been incredibly welcoming to me as a total rookie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've also learned that this is not a task for the feint hearted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Submitting work is a lengthy process that involves buckets of angst and nail biting, not to mention the possibility of rejection and starting all over again at the end of it. It takes real grit, and is going to test me in a way i've not been tested before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am guessing that there will be alot of tears, wine and chocolate littered along the pathway to my 40th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But to end  on a positive, i've discovered that I actually love sitting down and writing, it's been a complete revelation to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Win lose or draw, i've discovered a new passion, and I feel richer already. That's gotta be a good start, right?&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/1226595656307156347-549377623777960281?l=joannepibworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/feeds/549377623777960281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/549377623777960281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226595656307156347/posts/default/549377623777960281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-post.html' title='The first post...'/><author><name>joanne pibworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241471777598194240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTs1Bgq4NM0/Txn2JvrxCjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bnkahaPGAJs/s220/meblue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
