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		<title>RITA AWARD FOR THE LOST RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 01:14:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barbara Samuel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"> I thought you might like to see the sisters.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">More when I can actually sit up straight. After 6 days of conferencing and three of Walt Disney World, I don&#8217;t trust myself to cross the room, much less post about the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.barbarasamuel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/4858154633_95c830661a_z.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1145 aligncenter" title="Collected RITAs of Barbara Samuel, O'Neal, Ruth Wind" src="http://www.barbarasamuel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/4858154633_95c830661a_z.jpg" alt="" width="640" height="512" /></a> I thought you might like to see the sisters.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">More when I can actually sit up straight. After 6 days of conferencing and three of Walt Disney World, I don&#8217;t trust myself to cross the room, much less post about the conference.</p>
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		<title>England: the seaside, part one</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 08:40:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barbara Samuel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Having technical difficulties with photos.  Will add later.</p> <p>Time: 8:20 pm, English time.  Weather: bright and warm.  Not a drop of rain in sight.</p> <p>Books read: 2 (1 memoir, picked up on impulse at the Borders in the Orlando airport, 1 British Women’s Fiction picked up at a thrift shop in Cranbrook, Kent when [...]]]></description>
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<p>Time: 8:20 pm, English time.  Weather: bright and warm.  Not a drop of rain in sight.</p>
<p>Books read: 2 (1 memoir, picked up on impulse at the Borders in the Orlando airport, 1 British Women’s Fiction picked up at a thrift shop in Cranbrook, Kent when my Kindle broke somewhere between Denver and London). </p>
<p>Approximate # of miles walked (not including any miles walked while sightseeing): 9</p>
<p>Where I am right this second: in the bar area of a Victoria hotel in Weston Super Mare.  I am drinking a Well’s Bombardier Ale, which I have to say is very, very good.  I might have another, since I am, after all, on vaca…holiday.</p>
<p>What I can hear: the murmur of British voices. One so thick to my right that it must be Welsh or something. Cannot understand it at all.  A pair of couples, maybe in their sixties, are discussing their holidays in clean accents much like CR’s, which I at least understand.</p>
<p>Today,  we traveled to Cheddar Gorge, which is a spectacularly beautiful canyon. Crumbling gray limestone, thick greenery everywhere.  It was raining most of the time we wandered around the village, which reminded me decidedly of Manitou Springs, Colorado—90% tourist traps with a couple of very interesting spots.  In this case, it was the last place that makes Cheddar by hand, every day, where we watched a part of the process and sampled various varieties. The cave aged is, I think, meant to be the ultimate, but I have to admit I preferred the sharp, long-aged version.  </p>
<p>This afternoon, I walked on the beach for a long way.  It was utterly empty save a few dogs and their owners, including the biggest German shepherd I have ever seen, who was so beautiful and noble I was instantly reinforced in my quest to find a mix shepherd pup to rescue.  Love them madly.   This is not technically the sea, but perched on the Bristol channel, so the waves are small and simple. The shells are little shatterings across the sand. An island, broad and green, rises to one side, inviting you to come hike and enjoy the delights to be found on top, but a river cuts it off from the mainland, and signs warn of dangerous sands. (Which I will admit I only know because CR went running there.  I walked nearly that far, but  gave up before I found the very end.)  </p>
<p>It’s quiet in my head right now, the tuners focused outward, not inward.  This, too, is part of the writing life, arguably one of the most crucial: taking in whatever life offers, letting it flow in and fall into some dark center where it will ferment with other things and eventually grow something new.  Today what went in: greenery and hedgerows, seagulls and seawalls, dogs and the effects of aging, the curious fact that there are those little turtle humps in so many bays and seas.   I’m thinking of all the odd jobs people have—a girl is testing a microphone, getting ready to sing for the old dears in a seaside town on the Bristol Channel.  The old men are flirting with her, and their wives are shaking their heads, shushing them.  She is so young she wears braces.  Today, there was an old woman selling sweeties in a stall in an indoor mall.  The waiters are Spanish. </p>
<p>So many jobs. So many locations. So many different life paths and possibilities.</p>
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		<title>A writing escape</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barbara Samuel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>As you may have guessed, I&#8217;ve gone slightly underground to finish the book-in-progress, 100 Breakfasts, which is due in six short weeks.  Last weekend, I spent three days in Pasadena, mostly holed up with the manuscript, combing and combing, unbraiding and reweaving.   In the spirit of my friend Anne Stuart, who often keeps track [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3405277316_de1d1ce104.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-577" title="A good place to dig into the book" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3405277316_de1d1ce104.jpg" alt="" width="168" height="300" /></a>As you may have guessed, I&#8217;ve gone slightly underground to finish the book-in-progress, 100 Breakfasts, which is due in six short weeks.  Last weekend, I spent three days in Pasadena, mostly holed up with the manuscript, combing and combing, unbraiding and reweaving.   In the spirit of my friend <a href="http://www.anne-stuart.com/books.html" target="_blank">Anne Stuart</a>, who often keeps track of her writing marathons, I logged my progress, and thought you might be interested in the back-scenes process.</p>
<p>First, a little background.  While I was in Australia last year, the <a href="http://melbourne.langhamhotels.com.au/en/" target="_blank">Langham Hotel </a>in Melbourne was giving away B&amp;B packages around the world, one each day, in honor of the Olympics. They have six hotels, two in the US, and to my great delight and amazement, I won a package.  To Pasadena, where my eldest son had just moved for a year-long clerkship.  The hotel was approximately a mile and a half from the hotel.  </p>
<p>Serendipitous on so many levels.  There is the weird and obvious benefit of landing within walking distance of my child, from a hotel halfway around the world.  I also really was ready for some immersion time in the book, and in fact timed the trip so I could do this work for three days without any phone or other <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">dogs </span>distractions.  Oh, and sleep.  I had the Colorado Plague for nearly two weeks and still haven&#8217;t quite kicked the dregs of it. </p>
<p>So, last weekend, I packed up the laptop, some good walking shoes, and a notebook and headed to the <a href="http://pasadena.langhamhotels.com/en/" target="_blank"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-578" title="The Painted Bridge" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3404467251_4b355d3ca3.jpg" alt="" width="168" height="300" />Pasadena Langham Hotel</a>, which used to be the Ritz-Carlton.  It sits in the midst of well tended, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Craftsman" target="_blank">California Craftsmans</a> and Frank Lloyd Wright style homes on zillion dollar lots. There are gardens and courtyards and a Painted Bridge that was created in 1932.  In those days, it spanned a gulch.  Today it gracefully leads to the cottages between the swimming pool and the garden pools that tumble down the hill.</p>
<p>Anyway, this is my writing log for the weekend.</p>
<div><span lang="EN"><strong>Sunday, March 29, 2009<br />
</strong><br />
Noonish<br />
I just had a very nice breakfast with Ian and then he took me to Trader Joe’s (the original TJ) so I could lay in some supplies&#8211;cashews and apples and a giant pile of very sweet grape tomatoes and cheese.</span></div>
<p> </p>
<div><span lang="EN">Pasadena is a beautiful place, and this is a gorgeous hotel, and I must confess I&#8217;d really rather do something besides work. Ian is working but I could take a long walk.  But I am here to work and I do need to do that. Write pages, THEN for a walk. </span></div>
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<p><span lang="EN"></span> </p>
<p>2:15<br />
Walk was very nice, rejuvena<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3404466555_c8c330992f.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-579" title="pasadena patio" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3404466555_c8c330992f.jpg" alt="" width="168" height="300" /></a>ting. I am making some hot water for tea and will work now until 4:15, at which time I can take the long walk around the neighborhood that I&#8217;m dying to do, and come back to eat my very simple supper of apples, cheese and nuts. And I have to work again after that.</p>
<p>3 pm Edited two more scenes. Pretty sleepy. Will nap for a quick minute.</p>
<p>4 pm. Napped 15 minutes, read through the dinner scene and it still sucks but I don’t know what the fix is yet. Still missing information. Going for a long walk now, clear my head. Will work some more later.</p>
<p>So far: edited/read 80 pages.</p>
<p>6 pm<br />
Had a good long walk, an hour or more, around the neighborhood, ate leftover pizza and read a little bit of Alice Hoffman.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve been rewriting all day.  Which is fine. That&#8217;s writing, too.  I&#8217;m still not happy with a couple of spots, and there are  some quality problems with [one scene in particular] but I can fix them later.    [Deleted spoiler details here. ]</p>
<p>The Amazing Race comes on in an hour, so I’m going to work until then.</p>
<p>6:50<br />
Added another scene, worked through some of the trouble.  Finished with edited 100+ pageds and about 1500 new words.  REALLY tired now.</p>
<p><strong>Monday, March 30, 2009<br />
</strong>It’s 9:50 am. I had a really good night’s sleep.  I had a shower then a nice breakfast at the Terrace restaurant, and sat with my notebook for a little while.  One character is not coming through on the page as well as I&#8217;d<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3640/3405280658_60b362d720.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-580" title="pasadena" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3640/3405280658_60b362d720.jpg" alt="The old hotel looked as if we could go back in time at any second" width="168" height="300" /></a> like.  I let her talk through my pen and she gave me enough insight that I have a place to start.</p>
<p>11 am<br />
Scene from Vita POV.  Dozed for ten minutes and they’re doing something with noisy, noisy machines, so I’m going to go write by hand in the garden. Give the computer a chance to cool, too. It really gets hot if it stays up all day.</p>
<p>Oh, hmm. Now the machine is off. Maybe I can just stay here.</p>
<p>12:00<br />
So, got the bread scene moving. Feeling kind of restless now. Maybe I’ll go write by hand in the garden simply because I would enjoy it. Have done five pages this morning so far. That’s slow, but I’ll live with it.</p>
<p>5 pm<br />
Wrote by hand and then read awhile. Typed in the pages and feel much better about the scene. Not meeting Ian until 8 or so, and I’ll walk up to the shopping center in a little while, have some supper, get the cobwebs out of my head. Maybe come back and write a little more. We’ll see. </p>
<p>Feels better, though. That’s a good thing. I’m really in the belly of the book now, and the only thing to do is just be with it.  I’m tired. I’ve been working and working and working!</p>
<p>11 pm<br />
I walked over to the shops and had a very nice combination of salads at the local Corner Bakery. It was absolutely delicious and made me realize there are ten million things you can do with salad that I never think about. I love salads and don&#8217;t make them very often enough. Met Ian at his apartment and spent a couple of hours with him and his cats, then he brought me back to the hotel. </p>
<p>Enough. I am very, very tired tonight. It might not have seemed as if I accomplished a lot, but I was at it the whole weekend, taking time only for walks and Ian. That’s all a person can do.</p>
<p>Ready for bed now.</p>
<div><strong>Tuesday evening, home again.</strong></div>
<p>6 pm<br />
Something broke free in all that work, because the minute I arrived at the LA airport, I started writing in my notebook, scene after scene after scene, and wrote all the way home.  (Until the horrific turbulence&#8211;it was scary horrible, and I&#8217;m not a nervous flyer.)   A very productive three days and I feel quite well rested, too.</p>
<p>But of course, the best part was seeing Ian. Hanging out. Being able to give him a big hug and feed him the lovely breakfast at the Langham. </p>
<p><strong>(I notice that I cat-napped a lot during this telling, and almost deleted it, but chose to be faithful to my true process. Anyone else cat nap a lot?)</strong></p>
<p>Writing is lonely work sometimes, that&#8217;s the truth. What do the girls want?  Maybe a nice walk around the grounds, or just over to the bridge.</p>
<p>Stop being so cerebral, the girls say.  Just go write the next part.  Rewrite the scene with Natalie and Tessa, then maybe have a little nap and a walk around the grounds and come back and do another scene. I can do a lot of work here. I’m here to work and I love my job so let&#8217;s just get to it.</p>
<p>1:15<br />
Okay, I dozed for a little while, wrote the scene with photos, and the computer is really hot, so I’m going to take a walk around the grounds and look at the bridge and come back.</p>
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		<title>29 miles this week</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 18:16:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barbara Samuel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>A little late getting my log up this week.  Really busy day yesterday.   Finally managed to get two, back-to-back long walks in, one Saturday at 12 miles, one Sunday at around 6, a good hard climbing hike with my friend Renate.   We haven&#8217;t been able to hike much this winter and it was fantastic. The Saturday walk [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A little late getting my log up this week.  Really busy day yesterday.   Finally managed to get two, back-to-back long walks in, one Saturday at 12 miles, one Sunday at around 6, a good hard climbing hike with my friend Renate.   We haven&#8217;t been able to hike much this winter and it was fantastic. The Saturday walk allowed me to work out some snags in the current plot and I&#8217;m feeling very happy about the book this morning.  Sisters are hard because I have sisters.  You think that would make it easier, wouldn&#8217;t you?  It is fun, but it&#8217;s also challenging.  <strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>Miles this week: </strong>29.5.   And to my great amazement, I lost weight, even eating a lot and drinking beer with my friends.</p>
<p><strong>On the Ipod: </strong> On the way out, the exercise loop, which I should post if I ever find time.  Some of you might like it, too.   On the way back, it was all Patty Griffin, which lodged a couple of brilliant lines in my head: &#8220;Even I&#8217;m getting tired of useless desires,&#8221; and &#8220;Things I&#8217;ve done, I can never undo.&#8221;  And my favorite song of the moment about a trapeze girl: she came to the show on the back of a horse, just seventeen and already divorced.&#8221;  Also, considering it was the anniversary of MLK&#8217;s death, I liked singing along with Up to the Mountain.  </p>
<p><strong>Snacks:</strong> Gu, a Luna bar, and one orange.  Gu works, man.  It just does.</p>
<p><strong>The pitch:</strong> I have committed to raising $2500 by June.  I&#8217;m 21% of the way there.</p>
<p>It isn’t a sponsorship, but direct donations to each walker’s tally. The money goes to many areas of assistance to breast cancer patients and their families&#8211;for example, helping provide screening and care for women who are under- or uninsured, a cause about which I am passionate. You can see my tally and goals <a target="_blank" href="http://info.avonfoundation.org/site/TR/Walk2008/Denver?px=3880346&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1470">here</a>.     Or if you feel <a target="_blank" href="https://secure2.convio.net/avon/site/Donation2?idb=638419368&amp;df_id=1280&amp;FR_ID=1470&amp;PROXY_ID=3880346&amp;PROXY_TYPE=20&amp;1280.donation=form1">moved to donate, you can do so, here.</a></p>
<p><strong>The disclaimer: </strong>We all have things we care about and no one can give to everything, in time or money.</p>
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