<?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-4850825684963733123</id><updated>2012-02-07T06:19:39.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Musings &amp; More</title><subtitle type='html'>by Tricia Rayburn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-322724002445127320</id><published>2012-01-06T06:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:29:07.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Things in 2012</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!  I hope you had wonderful holidays and are enjoying a great start to 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one year ago I wrote about 11 things I was excited for in 2011.  That list included my sister's wedding, finding the perfect spaghetti-and-meatballs recipe, spending a few days lakeside with my family, returning to a favorite vacation spot with my husband, and submitting a brand-new middle-grade project to editors.  And I was right to be excited!  Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb7THy2KNzI/TwbqnxFWfrI/AAAAAAAAEW4/2cM-18AhaiE/s1600/DSC03541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb7THy2KNzI/TwbqnxFWfrI/AAAAAAAAEW4/2cM-18AhaiE/s320/DSC03541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694496747768151730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cfqt0WUJyE/TwbqoDhgmaI/AAAAAAAAEXI/rb9-ygmSnNQ/s1600/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cfqt0WUJyE/TwbqoDhgmaI/AAAAAAAAEXI/rb9-ygmSnNQ/s320/DSC02834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694496752718092706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0D12hqenqAk/TwbqpIxfCpI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/2U5UG9ZIztU/s1600/DSC03333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0D12hqenqAk/TwbqpIxfCpI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/2U5UG9ZIztU/s320/DSC03333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694496771307145874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6XbYhlhQJU/TwbqpX6-JdI/AAAAAAAAEXc/fnE9MkdGAY0/s1600/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6XbYhlhQJU/TwbqpX6-JdI/AAAAAAAAEXc/fnE9MkdGAY0/s320/DSC02656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694496775373465042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last photo is of the wonderful team at Aladdin/Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, who will be publishing said brand-new middle-grade project, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merits of Mischief&lt;/span&gt;, this spring.  (You'll notice I didn't include a picture of spaghetti and meatballs.  That's because my husband and I, voluntarily and happily, stopped eating meat last February, before I found the perfect recipe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it was a great year—and I think it paved the way for an even better one!  So in no particular order, here are 12 Things I'm Excited For in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merits of Mischief&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bad Apple&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Continuing with yoga classes, which I started over the summer, and hopefully, eventually being able to do both headstand and handstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Water&lt;/span&gt;, the final book in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Returning to my husband's and my favorite vacation spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Attending ABA Winter Institute 7 in New Orleans as my alter ego, T.R. Burns, later this month.  I've never been to Winter Institute OR New Orleans, so this is doubly exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Making countless loaves of yummy bread with the amazing breadmaker Santa brought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Revising &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merits of Mischief 2&lt;/span&gt; and writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merits of Mischief 3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Maybe spending a few days in the Green Mountains with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Trying new vegetarian/vegan recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Brainstorming new YA projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Experimenting with photography beyond my current point-and-shoot capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Discovering new authors and reading as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  What are you most looking forward to over the next 12 months?  And do you have any book or veggie recipe recommendations?  If so, I'd love to hear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for a happy, healthy year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-322724002445127320?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/322724002445127320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=322724002445127320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/322724002445127320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/322724002445127320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2012/01/12-things-in-2012.html' title='12 Things in 2012'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb7THy2KNzI/TwbqnxFWfrI/AAAAAAAAEW4/2cM-18AhaiE/s72-c/DSC03541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4276540632064223922</id><published>2011-10-11T16:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T16:37:53.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mailbox Mischief!</title><content type='html'>Finding a fat yellow envelope in your mailbox is always fun...but it's a million times better when that envelope's filled with advance copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merits of Mischief&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hoe8R5bAoqI/TpSokZ8wI_I/AAAAAAAAEVI/jnFTc5zGkUo/s1600/DSC03460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hoe8R5bAoqI/TpSokZ8wI_I/AAAAAAAAEVI/jnFTc5zGkUo/s320/DSC03460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335974906012658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx5BcFMbgvI/TpSokpk0eiI/AAAAAAAAEVU/W4uIHeSzg5c/s1600/DSC03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx5BcFMbgvI/TpSokpk0eiI/AAAAAAAAEVU/W4uIHeSzg5c/s320/DSC03461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335979100600866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iIqggCCoOw/TpSolbOdrKI/AAAAAAAAEVk/sR4sDXv8ZdI/s1600/DSC03462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iIqggCCoOw/TpSolbOdrKI/AAAAAAAAEVk/sR4sDXv8ZdI/s320/DSC03462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335992428604578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4276540632064223922?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4276540632064223922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4276540632064223922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4276540632064223922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4276540632064223922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/10/mailbox-mischief.html' title='Mailbox Mischief!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hoe8R5bAoqI/TpSokZ8wI_I/AAAAAAAAEVI/jnFTc5zGkUo/s72-c/DSC03460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4438512782278483567</id><published>2011-10-01T07:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T08:29:41.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting...Merits of Mischief!</title><content type='html'>A single red apple.  A fallen substitute teacher.  A secret school nestled deep in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Seamus Hinkle, a great kid and natural, accidental...Troublemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wujaXlKFotY/TocCpCDr3sI/AAAAAAAAEVA/-PA6ha1kfew/s1600/meritscover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wujaXlKFotY/TocCpCDr3sI/AAAAAAAAEVA/-PA6ha1kfew/s320/meritscover.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658494360764538562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For regular blog visitors, this is the first book of my new middle-grade series—or the project formerly known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Troublemakers&lt;/span&gt;. I think the new title suits the cover, which I absolutely LOVE, perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a behind-the-scenes look at how the cover came to be, as well as some earlier versions, check out this post by the super talented artist, Gilbert Ford.  &lt;a href="http://gilbertford.com/news/?p=1175"&gt;http://gilbertford.com/news/?p=1175 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so excited to share this, and I hope you like it as much as I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4438512782278483567?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4438512782278483567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4438512782278483567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4438512782278483567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4438512782278483567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/10/presentingmerits-of-mischief.html' title='Presenting...Merits of Mischief!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wujaXlKFotY/TocCpCDr3sI/AAAAAAAAEVA/-PA6ha1kfew/s72-c/meritscover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2593632746973374575</id><published>2011-08-18T06:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T07:54:13.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Sight</title><content type='html'>Shortly after news broke that Borders was closing all locations, I paid a visit to my local store.  I wanted to check out some books and pick up a few magazines, just like I've done countless times over the years.  From pictures of other locations online I expected to see big yellow signs announcing impending doom and many empty shelves, and I braced myself accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't expect this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1clcR_8klM/TkzwFtwTeHI/AAAAAAAAET4/sxoWWfpBr1o/s1600/borders1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1clcR_8klM/TkzwFtwTeHI/AAAAAAAAET4/sxoWWfpBr1o/s320/borders1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642148414160599154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UIqXUVu_NY/TkzwFw-tCLI/AAAAAAAAEUA/PC3-4HnfG2I/s1600/borders2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UIqXUVu_NY/TkzwFw-tCLI/AAAAAAAAEUA/PC3-4HnfG2I/s320/borders2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642148415026301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd planned to get an iced coffee on my way out, just like I've done countless times over the years.  But the cafe was closed.  Empty.  I hadn't looked that way when I entered the store so literally stopped short when I saw the space and realized that if I was going to have iced coffee that afternoon, I'd have to get it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, this hit me harder than the yellow signs and barren shelves.  I spent a LOT of time in that cafe.  I worked on every single one of my books there, sometimes several hours a day, several days a week.  I wrote more pages of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; by those windows than anywhere else.  I enjoyed the atmosphere and, depending on the time of day and year, the company of students and knitters, retirees and families, writers and readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders wasn't just a bookstore.  It was a gathering place.  A community.  And I miss it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2593632746973374575?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2593632746973374575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2593632746973374575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2593632746973374575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2593632746973374575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/08/sad-sight.html' title='A Sad Sight'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1clcR_8klM/TkzwFtwTeHI/AAAAAAAAET4/sxoWWfpBr1o/s72-c/borders1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-9217172449816844064</id><published>2011-07-12T06:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T07:20:37.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercurrent Release Day, and the Entire 1st Chapter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Lucida Grande"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoCommentText, li.MsoCommentText, div.MsoCommentText { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }span.MsoCommentReference { font-size: 8pt; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's a muggy gray morning here, the kind that usually means storms are coming—which is bad for our nervous shih tzu but perfect for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt;'s release day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had such fun spending more time with Vanessa, Simon, Paige and Caleb, and I'm so excited for you to find out what happens when Vanessa returns to Boston for her senior year of high school.  To get you started, the entire first chapter is below.  I hope you enjoy, and THANK YOU for reading!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was September first. The day my older sister Justine should have been starting classes. Buying textbooks. Thinking about her future. The day she should have been doing all the things freshmen do but wasn’t, because her future had been decided the second she jumped off a cliff in the middle of the night three months earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On this day, I walked a college campus instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That’s Parker Hall,” my tour guide said. “And there’s Hathorn Hall and the chapel.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I smiled politely and followed him through the main quad. The pretty, parklike square was surrounded by redbrick buildings and filled with kids talking, laughing, and comparing schedules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That’s Coram Library,” he continued, pointing. “And right behind it is Ladd Library, the one-hundred-twelve-thousand-square-foot Mecca of learning.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Impressive,” I said, thinking the same thing about him. His brown eyes were warm, his dark hair slightly messy, like he’d fallen asleep on an open textbook before meeting me. His toned arms shone bronze against the sharp white of his crew team T-shirt. If Bates strived to appeal to teenage girls’ romantic aspirations in addition to their academic ones, they’d picked a good representative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“And comfortable. Trust me, I should know.” He stopped, took my sweatshirt sleeve in one hand, and tugged. As I stepped toward him, a Frisbee sliced through the empty air space my head had just occupied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I do,” I said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We stood so close I could hear his quick intake of breath. His fingers tightened on my sweatshirt, and his arm tensed. After a few seconds, he released me and grabbed the backpack straps near his shoulders.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What’s that?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He followed my nod to a tall building next to the libraries. “&lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; is the deciding factor,” he said, starting down the sidewalk. When he reached the building’s front steps, he turned toward me and grinned. “Behold Carnegie Science Hall.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I covered my chest with one hand. “&lt;i&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Carnegie Science Hall? Where some of the world’s most brilliant, forward-thinking scientists conduct groundbreaking research that continues to shape the landscape of modern science as we know it today?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He paused. “Yes?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hang on. I have to get a picture.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“If you’re familiar with the building,” he said as I rummaged through my purse for my digital camera, “then you know the work it houses sets this college apart from the rest. Even if you’re not a science major,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that alone warrants the hefty two-hundred-thousand-dollar price tag.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vox clamantis in deserto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stared at the digital camera screen and my mind filled with images of green key chains. Coffee mugs. A sweatshirt and an umbrella. All bearing the familiar Dartmouth shield.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Vanessa?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sorry.” I shook my head once and held up the camera. “Say lobster.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He started to speak but then stopped. His eyes lifted and landed somewhere behind me. Before I could look to see what had caught his attention, there was a tap on my shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That’s all wrong,” a guy said when I turned around. He looked about my age, maybe a year or two older, and was flanked by two other guys who smiled when I glanced at them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wore cargo pants, a fleece, and hiking boots, like he planned to hit the trails as soon as he was done with classes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What do you mean?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I mean it’s a fine shot . . . but it’d be better if you were in it.” He held out one hand, palm up. “May I?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh.” My eyes fell to the camera. “Thanks, but—”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mitosis,” my tour guide said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The hiker looked up, toward the steps behind me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I just remembered that there’s an excellent photography exhibit of cellular mitosis inside. It’s best seen right about now, in the late morning. We should get going before the light changes.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Right.” The hiker nodded. “You know, you’d probably recruit thousands more students each year if you included her in the school’s promotional materials.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I’ll be sure to pass that along to Admissions.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The hiker gave me one more appreciative look before leaving. I waited for him and his friends to walk away and round the corner, out of sight, before turning back. My tour guide stood on the same step, hands in his pockets, his face tight with . . . what? Nervousness? Jealousy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Is there really an excellent photography exhibit of cellular mitosis inside?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“If there is, it wouldn’t be on the tour. We don’t want to bore kids into not applying.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I held up the camera.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Lobster,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took his picture and put the camera back in my purse. “So, I realize the Carnegie Science Building sets your college worlds apart from others, but there’s still one other thing I’d like to see before making any decisions.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The gym? Theater? Art museum?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The dorms.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My pulse quickened as he looked down. Thinking I’d made him uncomfortable, I prepared to offer an alternative—like someplace off campus, where there were fewer people, fewer distractions. But then he started down the steps and turned right, back the way we came.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Just wait till you see the concrete walls and linoleum floors,” he said. “You might never go home again.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We didn’t talk as we walked through the quad. Every now and then he greeted friends or classmates, but I stayed quiet. My head spun with thoughts of Justine, last summer, this fall, and I didn’t know which thought would come out if I tried to speak. The spinning continued all the way across campus, into a tall brick building, and up four flights of stairs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fortunately, the silence wasn’t awkward. It never was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I should warn you,” he said when we stopped in front of a closed door. “The décor leaves something to be desired. That’s what happens when you throw two bio majors together in one small space. Or any space, for that matter.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Is your roommate . . . ?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Out. At a four-hour seminar that won’t end for another three and a half hours.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My heart lifted, and my stomach turned. The mixed feelings must’ve been clear on my face because he stepped toward me, instantly concerned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Well,” I said, relieved when my voice was calm, even, “if that’s the case, we should probably get on with the tour.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This seemed to reassure him. He smiled as he took his keys from the pocket of the jeans and unlocked the door. Once inside, he leaned against the closed door with his arms folded behind his back and surveyed the room. “Interesting,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What is?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The décor.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked around. It was a typical dorm room with two beds, desks, dressers, and bookshelves. One side was messier than the other, and I assumed that side belonged to his roommate, who probably wasn’t expecting company. The only accessories were a blue area rug, the college banner . . . and a framed photo of a girl in a red rowboat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I knew something was missing,” he continued gently, “and I’d had a pretty good idea of what that something was. But now I know for sure.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My eyes found his and stayed there. He didn’t move as I came closer. He was &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;waiting to make sure that whatever happened next happened because I wanted it to. It had been two months and that hadn’t changed. In two years—in two decades—it still wouldn’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stood as close as I could without our bodies touching. I smelled the soap on his skin and saw his chest rise and immediately fall. His jaw clenched, and his broad shoulders squared as he leaned harder against the door, locking his arms in place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Vanessa . . .”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“It’s okay,” I whispered, tilting forward. “I’m okay.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My lips had barely grazed his cheek when his hands were on my hips. He pulled me to him, closing the remaining distance between us. His hands moved from my waist to my neck and then lingered there, cradling my face like it was made of glass. His eyes held mine once more, just long enough for me to feel their warmth, before lowering his mouth to mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The spinning stopped. My head cleared. There was just this, us, him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Simon. My Simon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The kiss started slowly, sweetly, as if our lips were getting to know each other again after a long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;separation. But soon they pressed harder, moved faster. I grabbed the front of his sweatshirt with both hands and held on as his mouth moved across my cheek, over my ear, down my neck. He paused only once, when he ran out of bare skin. Not wanting him to stop, I released his sweatshirt and pulled mine up and over my head. By the time I dropped it to the floor, his was already there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He rested his forehead on my shoulder and his palms moved slowly down my back and over my jeans. We kissed all the way to the bed, until he was lying down with me on top of him, my legs hugging the sides of his waist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We can stop,” Simon said softly when I pulled back. “If you’re at all nervous or unsure . . .”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I smiled. If I was ever nervous or unsure around Simon, it wasn’t because I was afraid of being too close to him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was because I was afraid of not being close enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I missed you,” I said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Vanessa . . . you have no idea.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Except that I did. I knew it every time he looked at me, every time he said my name, every time he held my hand or kissed me. He’d said it only once, but reminders weren’t necessary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew Simon loved me.&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately, I also knew why.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He opened his mouth to say something else, but I kissed him first. I kissed him until he seemed to forget whatever he was going to say, and until I pushed the familiar nagging thought far enough aside that I could focus on him, on us, together in this moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because this moment would end. It had to. Sometimes I was so caught up, so happy, I let myself pretend it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;didn’t . . . but reminders were never far off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like when we lay together later, our legs entwined, my head on his chest. While Simon’s fingers twirled absently through my hair, I stared at the picture of the girl in the rowboat on the dresser next to the bed and counted the steady, relaxed beats of his heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Be right back,” I whispered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I gathered the sheet around me, stood, and forced my feet to walk to the closet. After switching the sheet for Simon’s robe and taking a towel from the shelf, I retrieved my purse from the floor and left the room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the hallway, I ran. I’d noted the bathroom on our way up and found it easily. Ignoring the curious looks of kids passing by, I flung open the door and flew inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each shower had two parts: the actual stall and a small area to change and dry off. I dashed into the last shower and yanked the vinyl curtain closed. I dropped my purse three times before my shaking hands got a good enough grip to hold it open and grab the container inside. Once they did, I dropped the purse and Simon’s robe to the tile floor and stepped into the stall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My chest and skin were on fire. I couldn’t feel my legs. It took every bit of strength I had left to turn on the water and pry the lid off the plastic container.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tilted my head toward the shower nozzle so water streamed down my face. I opened my mouth and brought the container to my lips, coughing as the water and powder shot down my throat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then, finally, relief. It came little by little, with every swallow. Slowly, the invisible flames on my skin extinguished and the burning in my chest subsided. Feeling stronger, I took handfuls of salt and spread them across my body. The tiny granules scratched then soothed as they mixed with the water.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s just body wash,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; I told myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;that exfoliates, like at a spa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As soon as I could feel my legs again, they folded beneath me. I sank to the floor and brought my knees to my chest. Cold water flowed from my head to my toes, washing away the warmer liquid that seeped from my closed eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Justine had always said the best way to deal with your fear of the dark was to pretend it was really light. It was a theory she’d applied to countless situations when we were growing up—and for better or worse, it was one I still relied on whenever I found myself too scared to think straight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which was why in a few minutes, I’d stand up, dry off, and walk down the hall. I’d climb back into bed and curl up next to Simon. And when he kissed me and asked if I was okay, I’d assure him I’d never been better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because when it came to telling Simon the truth, I’d never been more scared in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-9217172449816844064?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/9217172449816844064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=9217172449816844064&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/9217172449816844064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/9217172449816844064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/07/undercurrent-release-day-and-entire-1st.html' title='Undercurrent Release Day, and the Entire 1st Chapter!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-5546989023528932955</id><published>2011-07-05T06:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:33:00.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenic Inspiration, part 2</title><content type='html'>When I posted vacation pictures a few months ago, I mentioned how inspiring it can be, both generally and creatively, to spend a little QT with Mother Nature.  This has never been truer than when MN and I have hung out lakeside, because those experiences helped inspire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;'s—and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent'&lt;/span&gt;s!—setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; takes place in Winter Harbor, Maine.  If you've read any of the blog interviews I've done, you know that I chose Maine for its dramatic coastline and Winter Harbor because its namesake harbor never freezes, not even in the middle of winter.  I thought that'd be very appealing to migrating, water-loving ladies.  I haven't had the pleasure of visiting Winter Harbor in person, but I have spent a lot of time in New England, and whenever I imagined the small seaside town—specifically the Sands' vacation house—I always pictured one place in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is in the Lakes Region of New Hampshire.  Many years ago my family and I rented the same tiny cabin for one week each summer.  We returned this year after a lengthy hiatus, and I made sure to get some shots of the spot that inspired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;'s setting.  I was very happy that the red boat I imagined Vanessa and Justine drifting along in was still there—though in real life it's a canoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy.  And be sure to check back for the rest of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt;'s first chapter, which I'll post before its official release ONE WEEK from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM6p_ZczLgs/ThLz32BKIaI/AAAAAAAAEMs/z3cqT7dzU3Y/s1600/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM6p_ZczLgs/ThLz32BKIaI/AAAAAAAAEMs/z3cqT7dzU3Y/s320/DSC02828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625827025257898402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhE1u4RzJJg/ThLz3TqFMEI/AAAAAAAAEMk/6r-CPqSAVxc/s1600/DSC02911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhE1u4RzJJg/ThLz3TqFMEI/AAAAAAAAEMk/6r-CPqSAVxc/s320/DSC02911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625827016034299970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc0sEna-0IM/ThLz27r55rI/AAAAAAAAEMc/ceJSRb8bQ_Q/s1600/DSC02908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc0sEna-0IM/ThLz27r55rI/AAAAAAAAEMc/ceJSRb8bQ_Q/s320/DSC02908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625827009599497906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ciw-1eSOtmI/ThLz4UQn1rI/AAAAAAAAEM0/4xSwNOg-8V0/s1600/DSC02909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ciw-1eSOtmI/ThLz4UQn1rI/AAAAAAAAEM0/4xSwNOg-8V0/s320/DSC02909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625827033375823538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-5546989023528932955?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5546989023528932955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=5546989023528932955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5546989023528932955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5546989023528932955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/07/scenic-inspiration-part-2.html' title='Scenic Inspiration, part 2'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM6p_ZczLgs/ThLz32BKIaI/AAAAAAAAEMs/z3cqT7dzU3Y/s72-c/DSC02828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-682430470231351136</id><published>2011-06-30T06:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T06:47:13.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercurrent Excerpt, part 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt; hits shelves in less than two weeks!  The next two pages of the first chapter are below.  I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I took his picture and put the camera back in my purse. “So, I realize the Carnegie Science Building sets your college worlds apart from others, but there’s still one other thing I’d like to see before making any decisions.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“The gym? Theater? Art museum?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“The dorms.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My pulse quickened as he looked down. Thinking I’d made him uncomfortable, I prepared to offer an alternative—like someplace off campus, where there were fewer people, fewer distractions. But then he started down the steps and turned right, back the way we came.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Just wait till you see the concrete walls and linoleum floors,” he said. “You might never go home again.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We didn’t talk as we walked through the quad. Every now and then he greeted friends or classmates, but I stayed quiet. My head spun with thoughts of Justine, last summer, this fall, and I didn’t know which thought would come out if I tried to speak. The spinning continued all the way across campus, into a tall brick building, and up four flights of stairs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fortunately, the silence wasn’t awkward. It never was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“I should warn you,” he said when we stopped in front of a closed door. “The décor leaves something to be desired. That’s what happens when you throw two bio majors together in one small space. Or any space, for that matter.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Is your roommate . . . ?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Out. At a four-hour seminar that won’t end for another three and a half hours.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My heart lifted, and my stomach turned. The mixed feelings must’ve been clear on my face because he stepped toward me, instantly concerned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Well,” I said, relieved when my voice was calm, even, “if that’s the case, we should probably get on with the tour.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This seemed to reassure him. He smiled as he took his keys from the pocket of the jeans and unlocked the door. Once inside, he leaned against the closed door with his arms folded behind his back and surveyed the room. “Interesting,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“What is?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“The décor.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I looked around. It was a typical dorm room with two beds, desks, dressers, and bookshelves. One side was messier than the other, and I assumed that side belonged to his roommate, who probably wasn’t expecting company. The only accessories were a blue area rug, the college banner . . . and a framed photo of a girl in a red rowboat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“I knew something was missing,” he continued gently, “and I’d had a pretty good idea of what that something was. But now I know for sure.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My eyes found his and stayed there. He didn’t move as I came closer. He was waiting to make sure that whatever happened next happened because I wanted it to. It had been two months and that hadn’t changed. In two years—in two decades—it still wouldn’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I stood as close as I could without our bodies touching. I smelled the soap on his skin and saw his chest rise and immediately fall. His jaw clenched, and his broad shoulders squared as he leaned harder against the door, locking his arms in place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Vanessa . . .”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“It’s okay,” I whispered, tilting forward. “I’m okay.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My lips had barely grazed his cheek when his hands were on my hips. He pulled me to him, closing the remaining distance between us. His hands moved from my waist to my neck and then lingered there, cradling my face like it was made of glass. His eyes held mine once more, just long enough for me to feel their warmth, before lowering his mouth to mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The spinning stopped. My head cleared. There was just this, us, him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Simon. My Simon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-682430470231351136?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/682430470231351136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=682430470231351136&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/682430470231351136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/682430470231351136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/06/undercurrent-excerpt-part-2.html' title='Undercurrent Excerpt, part 2!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6810075103650079624</id><published>2011-06-19T07:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T08:20:12.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown Begins...with an Excerpt!</title><content type='html'>First, thank you SO much to everyone who stopped by and said hi at BEA last month. I had such a great time and hope you all did, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to making my day, those who visited at BEA also picked up a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt;. And with its official release only weeks away (July 12!), I wanted to share a sneak peek with everyone else. The first two pages are below, and I'll post more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It was September first. The day my older sister Justine should have been starting classes. Buying textbooks. Thinking about her future. The day she should have been doing all the things freshmen do but wasn’t, because her future had been decided the second she jumped off a cliff in the middle of the night three months earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On this day, I walked a college campus instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“That’s Parker Hall,” my tour guide said. “And there’s Hathorn Hall and the chapel.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I smiled politely and followed him through the main quad. The pretty, parklike square was surrounded by redbrick buildings and filled with kids talking, laughing, and comparing schedules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“That’s Coram Library,” he continued, pointing. “And right behind it is Ladd Library, the one-hundred-twelve-thousand-square-foot Mecca of learning.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Impressive,” I said, thinking the same thing about him. His brown eyes were warm, his dark hair slightly messy, like he’d fallen asleep on an open textbook before meeting me. His toned arms shone bronze against the sharp white of his crew team T-shirt. If Bates strived to appeal to teenage girls’ romantic aspirations in addition to their academic ones, they’d picked a good representative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“And comfortable. Trust me, I should know.” He stopped, took my sweatshirt sleeve in one hand, and tugged. As I stepped toward him, a Frisbee sliced through the empty air space my head had just occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“I do,” I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We stood so close I could hear his quick intake of breath. His fingers tightened on my sweatshirt, and his arm tensed. After a few seconds, he released me and grabbed the backpack straps near his shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“What’s that?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He followed my nod to a tall building next to the libraries. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; is the deciding factor,” he said, starting down the sidewalk. When he reached the building’s front steps, he turned toward me and grinned. “Behold Carnegie Science Hall.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I covered my chest with one hand. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Carnegie Science Hall? Where some of the world’s most brilliant, forward-thinking scientists conduct groundbreaking research that continues to shape the landscape of modern science as we know it today?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He paused. “Yes?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Hang on. I have to get a picture.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“If you’re familiar with the building,” he said as I rummaged through my purse for my digital camera, “then you know the work it houses sets this college apart from the rest. Even if you’re not a science major, I think that alone warrants the hefty two-hundred-thousand-dollar price tag.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vox clamantis in deserto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I stared at the digital camera screen and my mind filled with images of green key chains. Coffee mugs. A sweatshirt and an umbrella. All bearing the familiar Dartmouth shield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Vanessa?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Sorry.” I shook my head once and held up the camera. “Say lobster.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6810075103650079624?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6810075103650079624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6810075103650079624&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6810075103650079624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6810075103650079624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-countdown-beginswith-excerpt.html' title='The Final Countdown Begins...with an Excerpt!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7805336573820783628</id><published>2011-05-17T06:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:06:20.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winners!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; contest winners Alana B. and Taylor Z.!  Like many of us, Alana fears falling and Taylor's not a fan of being alone in the dark.  Maybe reading about Vanessa's fight to stay brave in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt; will help...or at the very least, provide some pleasant distraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to everyone who participated.  I read every entry and truly appreciate your willingness to share! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'll be signing advance copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt; at BEA next Wednesday at 10 a.m..  If you're around, please stop by and say hello!  I'd love to meet you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7805336573820783628?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7805336573820783628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7805336573820783628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7805336573820783628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7805336573820783628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/05/winners.html' title='Winners!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8235226261877110358</id><published>2011-05-10T07:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T07:29:52.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day to Enter!</title><content type='html'>It's May 10th, and that means two things: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;'s out in paperback and the celebratory contest is coming to a close! If you haven't entered yet, please do by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge thank you to those who've shared their fears so far!  I've loved reading your entries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8235226261877110358?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8235226261877110358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8235226261877110358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8235226261877110358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8235226261877110358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-day-to-enter.html' title='Last Day to Enter!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4899958869638235490</id><published>2011-05-03T07:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T08:00:16.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest!  Win Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ3HTMkDfTY/Tb_txVb90eI/AAAAAAAAD_8/98qDmlgkHJA/s1600/Undercurrent%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, with its pretty, brand-new cover, comes out in paperback one week from today!  To celebrate, I'm hosting a contest.  To enter, all you have to do is email triciarayburn AT gmail DOT com, put "Siren Contest" in the subject line, and answer one very simple question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa, as you may know, is afraid of many things.  The dark, flying, water, heights...herself.  So I want to know what makes YOU look over your shoulder, what gets YOUR heart racing.  If you've tried to conquer the fear, I'd love to know that, too—and whether you've been successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline to enter is Tuesday, May 10, and winners will be announced by Friday, May 13.  Two winners will be chosen.  The prize?  A signed copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; in paperback, OR a signed advance copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt;.  Your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to hearing from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLk4AjBYipU/Tb_txC1nY9I/AAAAAAAAD_0/-VtebcueoiM/s1600/Siren%2BPB%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLk4AjBYipU/Tb_txC1nY9I/AAAAAAAAD_0/-VtebcueoiM/s320/Siren%2BPB%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602457888303309778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ3HTMkDfTY/Tb_txVb90eI/AAAAAAAAD_8/98qDmlgkHJA/s1600/Undercurrent%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ3HTMkDfTY/Tb_txVb90eI/AAAAAAAAD_8/98qDmlgkHJA/s320/Undercurrent%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602457893296001506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4899958869638235490?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4899958869638235490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4899958869638235490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4899958869638235490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4899958869638235490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/05/contest-win-books.html' title='Contest!  Win Books!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLk4AjBYipU/Tb_txC1nY9I/AAAAAAAAD_0/-VtebcueoiM/s72-c/Siren%2BPB%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3080930517135305228</id><published>2011-04-25T16:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:44:27.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News!</title><content type='html'>If you've stopped by my blog recently you might recall me mentioning the fun, new middle-grade project I've been working on.  Well, I'm SO happy to report that that fun little project will soon be a real series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Publishers Weekly announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mara Anastas and Liesa Abrams of Aladdin Books at Simon &amp;amp; Schuster have bought North American rights to a new middle-grade series from Tricia Rayburn, writing as T.R. Burns, titled &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Troublemakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, which Abrams will edit. In &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Troublemakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, 12-year-old Seamus Hinkle, who has a perfect school record until an unfortunate incident involving an apple, is shipped off to a detention facility—only to discover that Kantor  Academy is actually a school to mold future Troublemakers. The first book in the series will be published in hardcover in summer 2012; Rebecca  Sherman of Writers House negotiated the three-book deal in a pre-empt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I look forward to sharing much more about Seamus and Kantor Academy over the upcoming months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3080930517135305228?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3080930517135305228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3080930517135305228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3080930517135305228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3080930517135305228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/04/news.html' title='News!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-5633727664250128584</id><published>2011-04-15T07:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T07:41:29.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally, happily emerging from my writing cave, where I've been working on Siren 3 (official title TBD), to update you on a few fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I received advance copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt; and paperback copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; last week, and they are GORGEOUS.  I'll be giving some away and posting contest details soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a Long Island teen, be sure to check out Authors Unlimited, a full-day event featuring breakout sessions with several rock-star writers, like Rita Williams-Garcia, Robert Lipsyte, Tonya Hurley, Coe Booth, Daniel Ehrenhaft and more.  I'll be there too and would love to see you!  The fun's scheduled for Saturday, April 30.  Go &lt;a href="http://www.authorsunlimited.org/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other appearance news, I'll be signing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt; at BEA on Wednesday, May 25 at 10 a.m. I had such a great time meeting so many readers, librarians, and bloggers last year, and would love to see you again—or for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and perhaps most importantly, the final season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/span&gt; was just released on DVD.  We watched the first episode last night and it kind of felt like going home again...even though I've only driven through the Texas panhandle and know nothing about football besides what Coach Taylor tells me.  That's just how good this show is!  If you haven't had the privilege of tuning in yet, do.  You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing: I wore flip-flips yesterday.  For the first time in many long, cold months.  Between that and FNL, it was a pretty epic 24 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend is just as great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-5633727664250128584?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5633727664250128584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=5633727664250128584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5633727664250128584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5633727664250128584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/04/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7395303299275105928</id><published>2011-03-11T18:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:13:00.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenic Inspiration</title><content type='html'>When it comes to getting the creative juices flowing, so many things can do the trick.  A great book or news story, a conversation or dream, your own experience or someone else's.  My stories have sparked from a variety of sources...but I find nothing inspires quite like quality time spent in a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this one, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKpXM1aM5CU/TXqxBRaM4lI/AAAAAAAADx4/wUBTzzJ_IGc/s1600/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKpXM1aM5CU/TXqxBRaM4lI/AAAAAAAADx4/wUBTzzJ_IGc/s320/DSC02329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582969323490435666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPQfMr6hR1o/TXqxA7bofyI/AAAAAAAADxw/r_L7YCFVCnk/s1600/DSC02297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPQfMr6hR1o/TXqxA7bofyI/AAAAAAAADxw/r_L7YCFVCnk/s320/DSC02297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582969317590859554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agssUvQRRXA/TXqxAJ0AkBI/AAAAAAAADxg/NAKsLuAG5hw/s1600/DSC02274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agssUvQRRXA/TXqxAJ0AkBI/AAAAAAAADxg/NAKsLuAG5hw/s320/DSC02274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582969304271327250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGI6KdlfKCs/TXqxAglquEI/AAAAAAAADxo/-92AOz8as9k/s1600/DSC02282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGI6KdlfKCs/TXqxAglquEI/AAAAAAAADxo/-92AOz8as9k/s320/DSC02282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582969310385190978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wwtWArWbGY/TXt-5v7i9pI/AAAAAAAADyQ/xvgzYxOoloQ/s1600/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wwtWArWbGY/TXt-5v7i9pI/AAAAAAAADyQ/xvgzYxOoloQ/s320/DSC02446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583195693639726738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JYwIjjrJmc/TXt-6P80dtI/AAAAAAAADyY/DJIvFXWwaAg/s1600/DSC02421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JYwIjjrJmc/TXt-6P80dtI/AAAAAAAADyY/DJIvFXWwaAg/s320/DSC02421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583195702235002578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJbuyL8Csjc/TXqxPmksy2I/AAAAAAAADyI/HcJcbe3aCk8/s1600/DSC02385.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a good hike through the Southwest I'm always ready to get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  I'd love to hear how/where you find your creative inspiration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7395303299275105928?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7395303299275105928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7395303299275105928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7395303299275105928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7395303299275105928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/03/scenic-inspiration.html' title='Scenic Inspiration'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKpXM1aM5CU/TXqxBRaM4lI/AAAAAAAADx4/wUBTzzJ_IGc/s72-c/DSC02329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-1677431143535238900</id><published>2011-02-18T07:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T07:30:32.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justine Magazine Book Video Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGfM4tWGFv0/TV5l4njutmI/AAAAAAAADvU/4dfVDdPAaOo/s1600/justine%2Bspark%2Breel%2Bvideo%2Blogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGfM4tWGFv0/TV5l4njutmI/AAAAAAAADvU/4dfVDdPAaOo/s320/justine%2Bspark%2Breel%2Bvideo%2Blogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575005412097177186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so honored to learn that Siren's trailer made the top 5 in the paranormal romance category of Justine Magazine's Reel Book Video Awards contest.  Visit their site to check out the other great nominees—and maybe cast a vote or two! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justinespark.com/reel_video_opener.htm"&gt;http://justinespark.com/reel_video_opener.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-1677431143535238900?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1677431143535238900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=1677431143535238900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1677431143535238900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1677431143535238900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/02/justine-magazine-book-video-contest.html' title='Justine Magazine Book Video Contest'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGfM4tWGFv0/TV5l4njutmI/AAAAAAAADvU/4dfVDdPAaOo/s72-c/justine%2Bspark%2Breel%2Bvideo%2Blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-1623152206048763029</id><published>2011-01-31T07:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:25:39.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Covers!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited to be able to share both the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; paperback and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt; covers!  You'll notice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; has a brand-new look.  This is because after much discussion about the sequel's cover with my agent and publisher, we agreed a new approach would be best.  And since we want the books to look like they're part of the same trilogy, that meant the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; paperback also needed a new approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happier with the results, and I hope you like them, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TUap2ESqsPI/AAAAAAAADtM/kbdBxDYhepA/s1600/Siren%2BPB%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TUap2ESqsPI/AAAAAAAADtM/kbdBxDYhepA/s320/Siren%2BPB%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568324735620264178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TUap9FtnH-I/AAAAAAAADtU/ylCqV7HqY_s/s1600/Undercurrent%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TUap9FtnH-I/AAAAAAAADtU/ylCqV7HqY_s/s320/Undercurrent%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568324856260796386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-1623152206048763029?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1623152206048763029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=1623152206048763029&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1623152206048763029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1623152206048763029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/01/covers.html' title='Covers!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TUap2ESqsPI/AAAAAAAADtM/kbdBxDYhepA/s72-c/Siren%2BPB%2B%2528Final%2BCover%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6846447175128716996</id><published>2011-01-06T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:49:49.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Things in 2011</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!  I hope you had a wonderful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not big on resolutions but there are a lot of great things happening this year and I definitely resolve to enjoy each and every one of them.  To kick things off, here are, in no particular order, 11 Things I'm Excited For in 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The paperback release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; (May) and hardcover release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt; (July).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My sister's wedding.  (She just got engaged so a date and everything else is TBD, but I can't wait!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The UK release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; (Jan. 20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My niece starting kindergarten.  (I'm already planning a trip to Costco for tissues!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sending a brand-new middle-grade project on submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finding a recipe for spaghetti and meatballs that'll please my meatball-connoisseur husband.  (You'd think this would be easy, but it's really not.  I've already tried—and failed—once this year.  All suggestions welcome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a family trip to one of our favorite lakeside spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren 3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Finishing one of the other YA projects I have in the works and brainstorming new YA ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Returning to my husband's and my favorite vacation spot.  Maybe even twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Discovering new authors and reading amazing new stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are only the things I know are definitely happening.  I can't wait to find out what else 2011 has in store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your new year's off to a fabulous start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6846447175128716996?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6846447175128716996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6846447175128716996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6846447175128716996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6846447175128716996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2011/01/11-things-in-2011.html' title='11 Things in 2011'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-542331803661259245</id><published>2010-12-17T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:14:57.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Worth Spreading!</title><content type='html'>SIREN is "Gossip Girl" Jenny Humphrey's favorite book of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her other faves here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gossip-girl-favorites"&gt;http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gossip-girl-favorites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-542331803661259245?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/542331803661259245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=542331803661259245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/542331803661259245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/542331803661259245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/12/gossip-worth-spreading.html' title='Gossip Worth Spreading!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8410793072844899456</id><published>2010-12-13T16:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:57:35.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days 'Till Christmas!</title><content type='html'>It's December 13, and you know what that means: Christmas is twelve short days away!  I've been counting down for about three months, but now that we're under the two-week mark, I think it's finally acceptable to post a few festive pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I was lucky enough to attend the ALAN conference in Orlando.  It was a great time with some amazing readers and teachers from all over the country.  My husband was able to come with me, so we headed down a few days early to hit Disney World.  I hadn't been in over ten years and he hadn't been in twice as long—since before Epcot, which had always boggled my mind.  I mean, can you imagine a world WITHOUT Epcot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were excited to go, and even more excited when friends told us about Mickey's Merry Christmas Party.  Apparently, this is an annual affair that takes place in the Magic Kingdom on select nights in November and December.  This year, one of the nights just happened to be during our visit, so we bought tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was probably the merriest Christmas party I've ever been to!  There were decorations and carolers and fireworks and endless hot cocoa and sugar cookies.  Cinderella's castle was covered in sparkling white lights.  A parade featuring Mickey, Minnie, other characters, AND Santa wound through the quaint streets.  And perhaps the best part?  The park closed early to non-ticket holders, which meant no waiting on insane lines!  We hit every ride in about a tenth the time it'd normally take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVMhNZ84I/AAAAAAAADqo/JiESDfSPs20/s1600/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVMhNZ84I/AAAAAAAADqo/JiESDfSPs20/s320/DSC02025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550287633086280578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVNE3siPI/AAAAAAAADqw/544YlyP-5xE/s1600/DSC02035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVNE3siPI/AAAAAAAADqw/544YlyP-5xE/s320/DSC02035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550287642658900210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVNoR6bwI/AAAAAAAADq4/DJpItVkElmM/s1600/DSC02033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVNoR6bwI/AAAAAAAADq4/DJpItVkElmM/s320/DSC02033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550287652164103938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVOGFb2WI/AAAAAAAADrA/UF5AypfImRI/s1600/DSC02042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVOGFb2WI/AAAAAAAADrA/UF5AypfImRI/s320/DSC02042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550287660164831586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaV4hmvCUI/AAAAAAAADrI/xgqAQimSAqY/s1600/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaV4hmvCUI/AAAAAAAADrI/xgqAQimSAqY/s320/DSC02050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550288389106764098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaV5c_ewMI/AAAAAAAADrQ/AvInpH_PBw0/s1600/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaV5c_ewMI/AAAAAAAADrQ/AvInpH_PBw0/s320/DSC02052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550288405048246466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're enjoying your own pre-Christmas festivities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8410793072844899456?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8410793072844899456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8410793072844899456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8410793072844899456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8410793072844899456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-days-till-christmas.html' title='12 Days &apos;Till Christmas!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQaVMhNZ84I/AAAAAAAADqo/JiESDfSPs20/s72-c/DSC02025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3502735686247030032</id><published>2010-12-08T18:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:16:15.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Words</title><content type='html'>I hope to share the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt; cover with you soon, but until then, here's a mini excerpt from chapter 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My chest and skin were on fire.  I couldn’t feel my legs.  It took every bit of strength I had left to turn on the water and pry the lid off the plastic container.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because pictures are fun, here's how the sequel will look in Germany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQAQ3AWEZlI/AAAAAAAADqU/on_0jmjYiC4/s1600/41UxiyjxPzL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQAQ3AWEZlI/AAAAAAAADqU/on_0jmjYiC4/s320/41UxiyjxPzL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548453278091863634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's as gorgeous as the first and hope my German readers like it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3502735686247030032?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3502735686247030032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3502735686247030032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3502735686247030032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3502735686247030032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/12/wednesday-words.html' title='Wednesday Words'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TQAQ3AWEZlI/AAAAAAAADqU/on_0jmjYiC4/s72-c/41UxiyjxPzL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-265843723248233408</id><published>2010-11-25T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T07:37:31.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>A quick post just to say how grateful I am to each and every one of you!  Thank you for visiting here, reading my stories, and inspiring me to write more.  You're the best.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a wonderful day with friends, family, and lots of yummy food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-265843723248233408?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/265843723248233408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=265843723248233408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/265843723248233408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/265843723248233408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-9091630610275903248</id><published>2010-11-14T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T09:26:17.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News &amp; Updates</title><content type='html'>So sorry for the recent blog silence!  I've been busy talking books, preparing talks for talking books, revising a new project, revising a new project some more...and online Christmas shopping.  :)  But some fun things have been happening!  Following are a few highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the mail has been especially enjoyable lately.  In the past few weeks I've received an ARC of the UK version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, audio CDs of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, and contracts from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;'s Macedonia publisher.  And yesterday five copies of the Scholastic Book Club edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt; arrived, which was SO exciting!  On these great mail days, I don't even mind getting bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt; is in the SBC this month.  New readers of my blog might not know that twenty years ago, I spent hours and hours and hours poring over the SBC flyer every month, so this is a huge honor.  Accompanying the great news is a great review from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Publisher's Weekly&lt;/span&gt;.  They said: "Rayburn's (the Maggie Bean series) story is a fun romp over the rainbow with a plucky and entertaining heroine."  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt; is dedicated to my cousin Lauren, who recently invited me to speak to her Girl Scouts troop about books and writing.  And after my visit with the Scouts, I wanted to become one!  They were great.  Most of them had read the book, and they asked amazing, non-stop questions for two hours.  Loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the pleasure of speaking to the Children's Librarian Association of Suffolk County last week, which was wonderful.  I'm definitely more comfortable behind a computer than I am in front of large groups, but these librarians couldn't have been more welcoming.  They even had Kit Kats on every table AND a chocolate fountain in honor of Maggie Bean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other public speaking news, I'll be talking about How I Spent My Summer Vacation at the ALAN conference in Orlando on Nov. 22.  If you're attending, I'd love to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Orlando I plan to swing by Disney World and possibly Universal.  I haven't been to either in many, many years, so I'm very much looking forward to it.  With limited time, though, I'm not quite sure what needs to be hit and what can be skipped.  If anyone has tips or suggestions, I'd love to hear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the Christmas tree might be going up in our house today.  Too soon?  I think not.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-9091630610275903248?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/9091630610275903248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=9091630610275903248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/9091630610275903248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/9091630610275903248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/11/news-updates.html' title='News &amp; Updates'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3726766093665863892</id><published>2010-10-22T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:48:31.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things</title><content type='html'>As we head into the weekend, I thought I'd share a few updates and random happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; announcements.  I've posted elsewhere but not here that the sequel has an official title: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undercurrent&lt;/span&gt;.  This was chosen after much discussion with Egmont, my agent, and her assistant; in the end, we all agreed that a powerful, beneath-the-surface force best suggested Vanessa's struggles upon her return to Boston for her senior year of high school. I love the title and hope readers do, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; news, the German edition, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im Zauber der Sirenen&lt;/span&gt;, has been released.  So hello, new German readers!  I hope you enjoy.  Also, the audio version is now available for purchase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated topic, thanks to dropping temperatures and the upcoming holiday, I've been in the mood for some spooky TV specials lately.  There weren't many choices until this week, when my husband and I came upon a two-part, four-hour documentary about the making of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/span&gt;.  When this movie first came out manymanymany years ago, my mother refused to let me see it, and after watching the documentary, I understand why.  Twenty-five years later, I'd probably still be traumatized and unable to sleep through the night!  But it was definitely interesting to hear how it was made and became such a pop-culture phenomenon.  And next week there's going to be another documentary about the making of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/span&gt;, which I also haven't seen.  Despite that, I'm already looking forward to the behind-the-scenes scoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dropping temperatures, I'm in full-on fall mode now.  I've packed up the flip-flops, busted out the socks and slippers, and already gone through two pumpkin-scented candles—the big kind, with, like, 100-hour burn times each.  And last night, I made butternut squash soup for the first time ever, and it was DELISH!  In case you couldn't tell, I'm all about the orange-colored squash this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was at my mom's house this week and invaded her massive stash of Christmas music.  I can now listen to the holiday hits of Harry Connick Jr., Mariah Carey, Frank Sinatra, and the Smashing Pumpkins any time I want...which is pretty much all the time!  In a few more weeks, I'll be ready for documentaries about the making of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miracle on 34th Street&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Story &lt;/span&gt;and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prancer&lt;/span&gt;.  Especially since I've actually seen all of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3726766093665863892?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3726766093665863892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3726766093665863892&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3726766093665863892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3726766093665863892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/10/few-things.html' title='A Few Things'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-73569394548934320</id><published>2010-10-18T08:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:44:06.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mental Progression of a Work-in-Progress</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon, I sent my latest project to my agent and her assistant for review.  This was accompanied by lots of excitement...and a huge sigh of relief.  While writing any new book I always wonder a few times if I'll ever reach The End, and this one was no different! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the thought process usually goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A new idea!  It's great.  I love it.  Can't wait to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have started!  Words are coming so fast my fingers struggle to keep up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First chapter done.  Could be the best one I've ever written! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chapters 2-5 also done.  Love this story, love these characters, love what happens next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Um...what happens next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thinking, plotting, thinking, plotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Three more chapters done.  Took longer than the first bunch, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Long pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Outlining will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Another new idea!  It's great.  I love it.  Maybe THIS is the one I should focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-But I've already written 100 pages of the other idea.  Shouldn't I see it through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Should go with inspiration when it strikes.  Brainstorming New Idea #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can't stop thinking about New Idea #1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Back to first new idea.  Words flowing once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh!  But what if, in the OTHER story, I—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.  Must focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Focusing.  Writer blinders on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Two chapters to go!  Almost there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oops.  Underestimated.  THREE chapters to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First draft done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Huge sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you, fellow writers?  Is your thought process generally the same for each book?  Do you bounce around, or do you keep writer blinders on the whole time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-73569394548934320?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/73569394548934320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=73569394548934320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/73569394548934320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/73569394548934320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/10/mental-progression-of-work-in-progress.html' title='The Mental Progression of a Work-in-Progress'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4377679286266055261</id><published>2010-10-05T07:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:26:57.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official SIREN Trailer!</title><content type='html'>My wonderful publisher, Egmont USA, made this trailer for SIREN—and I absolutely LOVE it!  I've watched it about a hundred times and still get chills.  Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1beec2ca2909298a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1beec2ca2909298a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251221%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE57FC7E58E9C7A8709F69EDF2ECD732AD13858.60381A922A734DD5F6A86A25FFB44F38AF6BF2C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1beec2ca2909298a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiiWHnN98iIgP4iTqYNdHDzgYazI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1beec2ca2909298a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251221%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE57FC7E58E9C7A8709F69EDF2ECD732AD13858.60381A922A734DD5F6A86A25FFB44F38AF6BF2C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1beec2ca2909298a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiiWHnN98iIgP4iTqYNdHDzgYazI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4377679286266055261?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4377679286266055261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4377679286266055261&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4377679286266055261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4377679286266055261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/10/official-siren-trailer.html' title='The Official SIREN Trailer!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6496775449641305438</id><published>2010-10-04T07:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:08:24.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Listening to When I'm Not Listening to Christmas Music</title><content type='html'>I've blogged before about how I need music to write, and how this music is usually mellow and/or instrumental so I'm not distracted by other people's lyrics.  The Enya and Yanni Pandora stations receive lots of listening love from me, and that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm in a really good groove, the way I am now, I'm not as easily distracted and other music may be added to the mix.  In addition to "White Christmas" and "Little Drummer Boy," here are a few songs currently in rotation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit Heart - Florence + The Machine&lt;br /&gt;All to All - Broken Social Scene&lt;br /&gt;I and Love and You - The Avett Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Bushwick Blues - Delta Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Elevator Love Letter - Stars&lt;br /&gt;Ready to Start - Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;California Stars - Billy Bragg and Wilco&lt;br /&gt;White Table - Delta Spirit&lt;br /&gt;The Only Exception - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Little Lion Man - Mumford &amp;amp; Sons&lt;br /&gt;I Can See the Pines are Dancing - A.A. Bondy&lt;br /&gt;Blinding - Florence + The Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of these, the ones that get repeated the most are All to All, I and Love and You, California Stars, Little Lion Man, and I Can See the Pines are Dancing.  They're are also good for driving at night with the windows down.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need music to read or write?  If so, do you stick with the same artists/songs, or do you switch it up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6496775449641305438?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6496775449641305438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6496775449641305438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6496775449641305438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6496775449641305438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-im-listening-to-when-im-not.html' title='What I&apos;m Listening to When I&apos;m Not Listening to Christmas Music'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4447129897934975216</id><published>2010-09-27T08:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:35:57.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Music: How Soon is Too Soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TKCOjc8WpQI/AAAAAAAADm4/C9xu5LtmsJg/s1600/Beach+Boys,+The+-+Christmas+Album+-+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TKCOjc8WpQI/AAAAAAAADm4/C9xu5LtmsJg/s320/Beach+Boys,+The+-+Christmas+Album+-+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521569882872128770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas festivities have always started pretty early at my house.  Back in high school, my friends never believed me when I confessed to listening to Christmas music as early as October—until they came over and found "Christmas with the Beach Boys" in the tape player.  This was completely my own doing as my mother, holiday fan though she is, always waited till November to bust out Bing Crosby and Co.  And it seems the older I get, the earlier the festivities start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: I'm listening to Tony Bennett's greatest Christmas hits as I type this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: I might've switched to the Peaceful Holidays station on Pandora last week.  And stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September's super early, even for me, but I couldn't help but give in to the urge when it struck.  Because Christmas music is warm and soothing, kind of like the cup of coffee and lit pumpkin-scented candle with which I'm also writing this blog post.  I think it might even help keep me focused and increase my productivity—and if it does, then it can't be wrong, right?  As the oh-so-wise Sheryl Crow claims, "If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  Does Christmas music make you happy?  If so, how early do you start listening?  Any favorite artists or albums?  (There are three months till the big day, after all...I could use some recommendations!)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4447129897934975216?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4447129897934975216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4447129897934975216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4447129897934975216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4447129897934975216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/09/christmas-music-how-soon-is-too-soon.html' title='Christmas Music: How Soon is Too Soon?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TKCOjc8WpQI/AAAAAAAADm4/C9xu5LtmsJg/s72-c/Beach+Boys,+The+-+Christmas+Album+-+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-5671518781580239230</id><published>2010-09-17T07:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T07:44:36.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Beast Puts Siren on List of 10 Smart YA Books</title><content type='html'>The Daily Beast posted a list of 10 Smart YA Books for readers who have finished the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; trilogy and are looking for more...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; came in at #3!  Here's what they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1606840746/thedaibea-20/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siren&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Tricia Rayburn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Summer vacation takes a turn for the sinister in Tricia Rayburn’s &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1606840746/thedaibea-20/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siren&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. After her sister dies in a cliff-diving accident during the annual family vacation to Winter Harbor, Maine, Vanessa learns that her sister was keeping secrets… secrets that might be connected to the string of mysterious, water-related deaths plaguing the town. Both the narrator and the sleepy seaside town are finely drawn, and Rayburn never strays far from the engrossing plot that updates the lore of a supernatural baddie that’s as old as &lt;i&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the complete list, go &lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2010-09-16/smart-young-adult-books-10-hot-picks/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-5671518781580239230?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5671518781580239230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=5671518781580239230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5671518781580239230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5671518781580239230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/09/daily-beast-puts-siren-on-list-of-10.html' title='The Daily Beast Puts Siren on List of 10 Smart YA Books'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-75889047931165705</id><published>2010-09-15T17:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:55:48.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>German Siren Excerpt Now Available!</title><content type='html'>I'm beyond thrilled that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; trilogy will be published in Germany.  Ullstein, my amazing publisher, has posted an excerpt in advance of the 11/1/10 release date.  If you have a second, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vorablesen.de/" target="_blank"&gt;http://vorablesen.de/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TJE_eHlWXqI/AAAAAAAADmA/fmNCkp8Jbuw/s1600/0000462000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TJE_eHlWXqI/AAAAAAAADmA/fmNCkp8Jbuw/s320/0000462000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517260805169897122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-75889047931165705?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/75889047931165705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=75889047931165705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/75889047931165705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/75889047931165705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/09/german-siren-excerpt-now-available.html' title='German Siren Excerpt Now Available!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TJE_eHlWXqI/AAAAAAAADmA/fmNCkp8Jbuw/s72-c/0000462000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-1946864373038272212</id><published>2010-09-13T09:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:17:36.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've Been &amp; What I Found (at JFK!)</title><content type='html'>There are two very good reasons why I haven't posted in a while: revision and vacation.  I received my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren 2&lt;/span&gt; editorial letter two weeks before vacation and had to hunker down to avoid revising while ON vacation.  Then, having successfully hunkered and avoided, I went on an internet hiatus in hopes of achieving rest-and-relaxation maximization.  I'm happy to say that this, too, was successful, with one small exception.  After all, I couldn't go nine whole days without reading Chris Harrison's "Bachelor Pad" blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But vacation was amazing!  I recently blogged about how, in movies, the Southwest is to me what George Clooney is to others, and last week I toured some of my very favorite sets.  Following is a small sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4vdNLJorI/AAAAAAAADlQ/tAvb51ZTwCQ/s1600/DSC01836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4vdNLJorI/AAAAAAAADlQ/tAvb51ZTwCQ/s320/DSC01836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516398772374577842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4v1DAhibI/AAAAAAAADlg/1nPY1WSWWHI/s1600/DSC01831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4v1DAhibI/AAAAAAAADlg/1nPY1WSWWHI/s320/DSC01831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516399181962512818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4vcxSd8II/AAAAAAAADlI/rLb0UxVW8ao/s1600/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4vcxSd8II/AAAAAAAADlI/rLb0UxVW8ao/s320/DSC01938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516398764889075842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if it's just that the landscape is so different from the one I'm used to, but anytime I see all that earth under all that sky, I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to be happy?  I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; in a JFK airport bookstore!  Here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4wz13udGI/AAAAAAAADlo/i2zrxJ_lPfw/s1600/IMG-20100902-00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4wz13udGI/AAAAAAAADlo/i2zrxJ_lPfw/s320/IMG-20100902-00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516400260767708258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, that's what I've been up to!  How about you??  I hope you're enjoying the first days of almost-fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-1946864373038272212?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1946864373038272212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=1946864373038272212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1946864373038272212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1946864373038272212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-ive-been-what-i-found-at-jfk.html' title='Where I&apos;ve Been &amp; What I Found (at JFK!)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TI4vdNLJorI/AAAAAAAADlQ/tAvb51ZTwCQ/s72-c/DSC01836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7044364702761169324</id><published>2010-08-25T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:56:48.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Do, What to Do?</title><content type='html'>When it rains, it pours.  That's how I've been feeling about writing lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate.  I'm in the process of revising &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren 2 &lt;/span&gt;(official title TBA soon, I hope!), and that's going well...but I keep getting distracted.  There's the fun middle-grade project I've been working on and am very excited about, the YA contemporary I started a couple of months ago, the other YA contemporary I started last weekend and can't stop thinking about, the YA supernatural-ish idea I've been researching, and so on and so forth.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren 2&lt;/span&gt; is currently my main focus, and while revisions are almost done, I'm still having a hard time ignoring other WIPs.  I'm usually a single-project kind of girl, diving into whatever idea I've committed to and putting mental blinders on to others until I've seen the first one through.  That's how I've been most productive in the past.  But does that mean that's how I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be most productive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm curious.  What do you, my fellow readers and writers, do when you have many ideas and only so many hours?  Do you work on a few at a time?  Assign days?  Divide days?  Force yourself to stick with one at a time?  I'd love your thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7044364702761169324?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7044364702761169324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7044364702761169324&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7044364702761169324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7044364702761169324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to Do, What to Do?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3223521526046747931</id><published>2010-08-16T17:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:26:23.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On-My-Mind Monday</title><content type='html'>I'm about to dive into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren 2 &lt;/span&gt;revisions, so before shifting into mono-focus, I thought I'd share a few things that have been occupying my non-writing thoughts lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: "Bachelor Pad."  I'm not necessarily proud of it, but there's no denying the fact that I'm a "Bachelor"/"Bachelorette" fan.  Although "fan" might not be the right word, considering how crazy the show drives me nearly every season.  (Cases in point: Jason picking Melissa, then Molly, over Jillian, Jake picking Vienna, Brad picking no one, Frank realizing he still loved his ex after it was SO clear Ali was head-over-heels for him, etc.)  I've watched almost every season, except for the first, when I didn't know what I was missing, and the Charlie season, when there must have been something else REALLY good on at the same time and we didn't have DVR.  So I guess I'm more of a reluctant addict—I know it's not great for me, I know there are a million other more productive things I could be doing with that time...but I watch anyway.  Because I can't NOT watch.  But "Bachelor Pad?"  I'm on the fence.  Granted, only one episode has aired, but so far, I'm not hooked.  Maybe there are too many of them, or maybe Tenley squealed too much for one episode, or maybe it was that nothing much happened besides an R-rated game of Twister.  I'm not sure.  Which means I should probably watch again tonight...you know, just to confirm that it's not worth spending two hours on every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if I didn't watch "Bachelor Pad" I'd have much more time to devote to my new BlackBerry Torch, which is oh-so pretty and shiny and entertaining.  There's Word Mole, WiFi, and perhaps most exciting of all, a video camera!  Which you can use to record videos that you can then post to YouTube—right from the phone!  So watch out, Internet.  A deluge of scintillating shih tzu performances may be headed your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also have more time to watch old(ish) movies set in the Southwest.  Thanks to Netflix, I've recently seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tin Cup&lt;/span&gt; with Kevin Costner and Rene Russo, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fools Rush In&lt;/span&gt; with Matthew Perry and Salma Hayek.  Loved them both.  The stories were great, but the settings were even better.  For some reason, when it comes to movies, the desert is to me what George Clooney is to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, is anyone else super excited for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going the Distance&lt;/span&gt;?  I love Drew Barrymore, and Justin Long's growing on me.  Plus, after the desert, San Franciso is my next favorite film setting.  I think it's because I lived in SF for a year and still can't believe it every time I see the Golden Gate Bridge or Coit Tower or the Transamerica Pyramid on the big screen.  It just seems so...far.  And other-worldly. Kind of like my time there does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, my niece (and goddaughter!) turned four last week.  FOUR.  She was just born!  We were just kissing her cute little nose in the hospital!  I don't mean to sound like all of MY aunts, but come on.  Let's slow it down a little.  I won't be ready for kindergarten for, like, another four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am ready for?  Fall.  I don't want to hurry along summer for all those still on vacation, but fall is my FAVORITE.  I love it so much I don't even mind trading flip-flops for socks and real shoes.  And today, while driving through town, I noticed a few reddish-orange leaves mixed in with the green ones.  They were so pretty I was tempted to whip out the Torch and take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I didn't, I'll leave you with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TGm6cTtwmsI/AAAAAAAADkE/BXx7DgDK1c4/s1600/fools_rush_in_1997_685x385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TGm6cTtwmsI/AAAAAAAADkE/BXx7DgDK1c4/s320/fools_rush_in_1997_685x385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506137014928448194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3223521526046747931?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3223521526046747931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3223521526046747931&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3223521526046747931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3223521526046747931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-my-mind-monday.html' title='On-My-Mind Monday'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TGm6cTtwmsI/AAAAAAAADkE/BXx7DgDK1c4/s72-c/fools_rush_in_1997_685x385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4654417978026253515</id><published>2010-08-10T07:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:57:22.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siren Trailer</title><content type='html'>Bob Fox, a good friend of mine who's also a super-talented animator/illustrator, made this for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;.  I love it—I think it totally captures the mood and tone of the story.  I hope you like it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to learn more about Bob and his work, click &lt;a href="http://www.robertfoxjr.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2137b14f530a0f1a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2137b14f530a0f1a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251221%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A8F278DC7BC1B9D6BC07B05CC71723F65AA54D9.6D42FB44AC816C3C3153A7BC4B542B83BE3B6EE3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2137b14f530a0f1a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr668KXIKNto60uaW3-ZBGPo-Zuw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2137b14f530a0f1a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251221%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A8F278DC7BC1B9D6BC07B05CC71723F65AA54D9.6D42FB44AC816C3C3153A7BC4B542B83BE3B6EE3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2137b14f530a0f1a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr668KXIKNto60uaW3-ZBGPo-Zuw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4654417978026253515?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4654417978026253515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4654417978026253515&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4654417978026253515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4654417978026253515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/08/siren-trailer.html' title='Siren Trailer'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7359241739062611567</id><published>2010-08-05T07:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:37:35.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Australia &amp; New Zealand!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say a special hello to my new readers in Australia and New Zealand, where Penguin released &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; this week!  I've yet to visit but have heard nothing but wonderful things about that part of the world, and I don't think it's a coincidence that every Australian I've met has been warm and friendly.  (I regret to say I've never met a New Zealand native...but I hope to amend that someday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Australia has a great blog for their YA titles called Between the Lines, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, with a link to an excerpt, is up today.  To visit, click &lt;a href="http://penguinbtl.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!  Be sure to check back later in the month for an interview with yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And new readers, I'd love to hear from you!  If you have any questions or thoughts about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, or if you just want to say hi, please feel free to drop me a line at triciarayburn@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7359241739062611567?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7359241739062611567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7359241739062611567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7359241739062611567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7359241739062611567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-australia.html' title='Hello, Australia &amp; New Zealand!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7279290654019583757</id><published>2010-08-04T14:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:00:56.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Middlebury Magazine's Summer Reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TFm4j7QGcUI/AAAAAAAADjE/eFpMIRfBBd8/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TFm4j7QGcUI/AAAAAAAADjE/eFpMIRfBBd8/s320/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501631347149926722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While flipping through the latest issue of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middlebury Magazine&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, I was so surprised—and excited!—to see a great review of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;!  I took my very first creative writing class during one snowy J-term (January session) at Middlebury, so seeing one of my books featured in the pages of the alumni magazine was truly something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The review's below, but if you want to check out other summer reads by Midd alum, click &lt;a href="http://middmag.com/2010/07/summer-reading/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siren &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Egmont)&lt;br /&gt;By Tricia Rayburn ’00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siren&lt;/em&gt; is a great read for the beach. In fact, this young-adult suspense thriller unfolds on the beaches and craggy cliffs of Winter Harbor, Maine, where nothing is what it seems—from a bizarre pattern of violent storms that hit only the tiny village to a rash of smiling corpses washed up on shore. The story is told by 17-year-old Vanessa, a beautiful, brainy, mouselike girl who is scared of everything. Still reeling from the suspicious death of her charismatic older sister, she gradually discovers her own temerity, along with a slew of eerie secrets, as she searches for answers in a town that’s coming unhinged. Intelligently written and fast paced, this is Rayburn’s first foray into young-adult fiction (she also wrote the tween-focused Maggie Bean series) and it’s a seamless transition. Nudging into the crowded field of supernatural page turners, Rayburn is very effective at tapping themes on the minds of her teen audience—including romance, loss, self-discovery, parental relationships, peer acceptance—and wrapping it all up in an edgy, irresistible narrative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7279290654019583757?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7279290654019583757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7279290654019583757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7279290654019583757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7279290654019583757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/08/middlebury-magazines-summer-reads.html' title='Middlebury Magazine&apos;s Summer Reads'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TFm4j7QGcUI/AAAAAAAADjE/eFpMIRfBBd8/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7186846772785767877</id><published>2010-07-30T07:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:29:33.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around-the-Web Tour, Final Stretch!</title><content type='html'>Thank you SO MUCH to the many wonderful book bloggers who have hosted me these past few weeks!  Following are links for the final stretch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/30: &lt;a href="http://www.teensreadandwrite.com/"&gt;Teens Read and Write&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/31: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stephthebookwork.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://stephthebookworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph the Bookworm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/1: &lt;a href="http://fireandicephoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fire and Ice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/2: &lt;a href="http://hookedonyabooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hooked on YA Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/4: &lt;a href="http://laurenscrammedbookshelf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren's Crammed Bookshelf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/5: &lt;a href="http://www.thebookvixen.com/"&gt;The Book Vixen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/6: &lt;a href="http://inbedwithbooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;In Bed With Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/7: &lt;a href="http://www.the-bookologist.com/"&gt;The Bookologist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7186846772785767877?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7186846772785767877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7186846772785767877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7186846772785767877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7186846772785767877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/around-web-tour-final-stretch.html' title='Around-the-Web Tour, Final Stretch!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3878641447220454337</id><published>2010-07-29T13:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:12:17.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siren in the News!</title><content type='html'>Want to learn more about me and how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; came to be?  Check out this great article in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Southampton Press&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.27east.com/story_detail.cfm?id=290737&amp;amp;town=Southampton"&gt;http://www.27east.com/story_detail.cfm?id=290737&amp;amp;town=Southampton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3878641447220454337?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3878641447220454337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3878641447220454337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3878641447220454337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3878641447220454337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/siren-in-news.html' title='Siren in the News!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7143605593532857597</id><published>2010-07-26T15:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:03:22.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siren in Australia!</title><content type='html'>I just received my very first foreign edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; and was so excited I had to immediately take—and share!—pictures.  This is the Australian/New Zealand edition, which will be published by Penguin Australia next month.  As you can see, they used the same image as the US version but played with the title font.  I think it looks amazing, and I can't wait to hear what readers overseas think of Vanessa's story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TE3pmxOQZ8I/AAAAAAAADiY/pzlcDAqBiwg/s1600/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TE3pmxOQZ8I/AAAAAAAADiY/pzlcDAqBiwg/s320/DSC01678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498307572346677186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TE3pnBBFkOI/AAAAAAAADig/EQen0H-mq94/s1600/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TE3pnBBFkOI/AAAAAAAADig/EQen0H-mq94/s320/DSC01680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498307576586408162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TE3pnVDaPUI/AAAAAAAADio/ugQcU2PtHLM/s1600/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TE3pnVDaPUI/AAAAAAAADio/ugQcU2PtHLM/s320/DSC01681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498307581964860738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7143605593532857597?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7143605593532857597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7143605593532857597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7143605593532857597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7143605593532857597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/siren-in-australia.html' title='Siren in Australia!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TE3pmxOQZ8I/AAAAAAAADiY/pzlcDAqBiwg/s72-c/DSC01678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2884295342954548710</id><published>2010-07-22T08:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:45:40.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around-the-Web Tour, Week 2!</title><content type='html'>We have another great lineup of blog visits this week!  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/22: &lt;a href="http://www.onebooktime.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Book at a Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/23: &lt;a href="http://yabookqueen.blogspot.com/"&gt;YA Book Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/24: &lt;a href="http://readintothis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Read Into This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/25: &lt;a href="http://thebookscout.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Book Scout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/26: &lt;a href="http://www.thestorysiren.com/"&gt;The Story Siren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/27: &lt;a href="http://maidenveil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Musings of a Reader Happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/28: &lt;a href="http://www.theneverendingshelf.com/"&gt;The Neverending Shelf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to my lovely hosts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2884295342954548710?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2884295342954548710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2884295342954548710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2884295342954548710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2884295342954548710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/around-web-tour-week-2_22.html' title='Around-the-Web Tour, Week 2!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3317267631093873104</id><published>2010-07-19T07:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:38:24.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby's Slippers Now (mostly) Available!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt;, about a sweet 12-year-old who moves with her mother from rural Kansas to live with her grandmother somewhere WAY over the rainbow in Coconut Grove, Florida, releases tomorrow!  But since it's already shipping from online outlets, and since I saw it at my local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble over the weekend, I thought it was okay to announce its release today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few fun things about Miss Ruby Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, way back when I proposed this story to my editor, it featured another significant character: Elvis.  That's right, the King of Rock was originally supposed to play a very large role in Ruby's story because her mother was supposed to be obsessed with him and his music.  But when my editor read the sample pages, she loved the story of Ruby, her mother, and her grandmother, but found the Elvis parts distracting.  Which was exactly how I felt writing them; I'd get so engrossed in everything else I'd have to remind myself to throw in an Elvis reference.  So, my editor, being the very wise woman that she is, suggested that I continue the story without him.  And thank goodness for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Elvis gone, the book needed a new title.  The original was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Shook Up&lt;/span&gt;, which no longer worked for obvious reasons.  I came up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Yellow Brick Road to Coconut Grove&lt;/span&gt;, which I thought was great but others at Simon &amp;amp; Schuster felt was too long.  My editor offered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby Slippers&lt;/span&gt; as a play on Ruby's favorite Converse sneakers, and I proposed tweaking that to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt; so it suggested more about her journey.  Everyone agreed this title was the winner.  And it inspired the adorable cover, which I LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm thrilled to report that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt; was selected for the Scholastic Book Club and Fairs!  Anyone who knew me as a little girl knows how much I loved the SBC; I'd spend hours analyzing the flyer before deciding which books to spend my saved weekly allowance on, and count down the days until those books arrived.  So the fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt; joins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melting of Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/span&gt; in receiving the honor of inclusion is very, very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TERG25aYm4I/AAAAAAAADiA/-NAnWxu-BQQ/s1600/Ruby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TERG25aYm4I/AAAAAAAADiA/-NAnWxu-BQQ/s320/Ruby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495595354237213570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3317267631093873104?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3317267631093873104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3317267631093873104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3317267631093873104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3317267631093873104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/rubys-slippers-now-mostly-available.html' title='Ruby&apos;s Slippers Now (mostly) Available!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TERG25aYm4I/AAAAAAAADiA/-NAnWxu-BQQ/s72-c/Ruby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2755449589179359901</id><published>2010-07-16T07:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:08:53.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around-the-Web Tour, Week 1!</title><content type='html'>Whew!  The days since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;'s official release have been so filled with fun and excitement, this entire week has felt like one big party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what makes a great party even better?  Hosts (or hostesses!) with the most (mostesses?).  Over the next few weeks I'll be visiting some of the best book blogs the writing and reading community is lucky enough to have, and chatting with bloggers about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, writing, and more.  The first lineup is below; I'll post the second next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU to my lovely hosts for having me!  It's an honor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7/15: &lt;a href="http://agoodaddiction.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Good Addiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/16: &lt;a href="http://mundiemoms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mundie Moms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/17: &lt;a href="http://www.readingrocks4me.com/"&gt;Reading Rocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/18: &lt;a href="http://bookalicio.us/category/blog/"&gt;Bookalicious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/19: &lt;a href="http://potterpercyandi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Potter, Percy, and I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/20: &lt;a href="http://purplg8r-somanybooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;So Many Books, So Little Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/21: &lt;a href="http://bookingthrough365.blogspot.com/"&gt;Booking Through 365&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2755449589179359901?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2755449589179359901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2755449589179359901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2755449589179359901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2755449589179359901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/around-web-tour-week-1.html' title='Around-the-Web Tour, Week 1!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6607156434593175169</id><published>2010-07-13T07:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:22:23.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas in July!</title><content type='html'>I have to say, I didn't sleep very well last night.  It felt a little like Christmas Eve, because I knew when I woke up, the best present ever would be waiting: SIREN's official release!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; started percolating two summers ago, but I didn't know what would become of it.  While I was a fan of supernatural/paranormal reads, I'd never tried writing in that genre before and wasn't sure I could.  Fortunately, when I ran the idea by my agent, the lovely and oh-so-wise Rebecca Sherman, she didn't chuckle, give me an affectionate, electronic pat on the head, and suggest I keep brainstorming.  Instead, she said the idea, while unexpected, had potential, and that I should run with it.  So I did.  Nine months later, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; sold at auction in a three-book deal to super-editor Regina Griffin at Egmont USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many wonderful things have happened since then.  Rights to the trilogy have sold in several foreign territories, Audible will release audio versions of all three books, and Costco has picked up the first title...which means the next time you need to load up on paper towels and toothpaste, you might find spooky silver eyes looking back at you from the book table! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Siren&lt;/span&gt; has also received some lovely reviews, which you can find on my regular website (&lt;a href="www.triciarayburn.com"&gt;www.triciarayburn.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a way, the entire last year has felt like Christmas.  And I want to thank Rebecca, Regina, everyone at Egmont and Writers House, my friends and family, and my fabulous readers for making these gifts possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;'s acknowledgments, I'm a lucky girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6607156434593175169?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6607156434593175169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6607156434593175169&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6607156434593175169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6607156434593175169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/merry-christmas-in-july.html' title='Merry Christmas in July!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2879226907308574602</id><published>2010-07-09T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:25:01.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First SIREN Store Sighting!</title><content type='html'>Four days early!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appropriately, I found it out at my local Borders, where I spent many, many hours working on the first draft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDd3cDBXPkI/AAAAAAAADhE/e7PDayaruOA/s1600/IMG00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDd3cDBXPkI/AAAAAAAADhE/e7PDayaruOA/s320/IMG00164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491989594332675650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2879226907308574602?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2879226907308574602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2879226907308574602&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2879226907308574602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2879226907308574602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-very-first-siren-store-sighting.html' title='My Very First SIREN Store Sighting!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDd3cDBXPkI/AAAAAAAADhE/e7PDayaruOA/s72-c/IMG00164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7968689309904611909</id><published>2010-07-09T09:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:13:22.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But It's So Pretty!</title><content type='html'>Given my rather intense feelings about scary sea creatures, one might wonder why I don't just stay off the beach completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcffZ_Wp4I/AAAAAAAADgk/YHi-5hXtCkg/s1600/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcffZ_Wp4I/AAAAAAAADgk/YHi-5hXtCkg/s320/DSC00264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491892895014627202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcff6Zk7BI/AAAAAAAADgs/I4thq3TmVvs/s1600/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcff6Zk7BI/AAAAAAAADgs/I4thq3TmVvs/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491892903714548754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfePb4jSI/AAAAAAAADgM/tYgI0BYoNj4/s1600/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfePb4jSI/AAAAAAAADgM/tYgI0BYoNj4/s320/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491892875001629986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfrzRYp1I/AAAAAAAADg0/jTmF7k62bq8/s1600/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfrzRYp1I/AAAAAAAADg0/jTmF7k62bq8/s320/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491893107959572306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfsoVIUhI/AAAAAAAADg8/P7XnJvpzgMg/s1600/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfsoVIUhI/AAAAAAAADg8/P7XnJvpzgMg/s320/DSC01637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491893122202358290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfez6vhQI/AAAAAAAADgc/a_yaKwDqQx8/s1600/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfez6vhQI/AAAAAAAADgc/a_yaKwDqQx8/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491892884794737922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfeipBm_I/AAAAAAAADgU/pc2LS9-3IKs/s1600/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcfeipBm_I/AAAAAAAADgU/pc2LS9-3IKs/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491892880157023218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7968689309904611909?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7968689309904611909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7968689309904611909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7968689309904611909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7968689309904611909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/but-its-so-pretty.html' title='But It&apos;s So Pretty!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDcffZ_Wp4I/AAAAAAAADgk/YHi-5hXtCkg/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8398857195516897758</id><published>2010-07-08T06:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:31:10.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures Series, Day #5: Whale's Tale</title><content type='html'>FIVE days till &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;'s release!  I can't believe it's so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other hard-to-believe news, three months ago a young humpback whale washed up on an East Hampton beach. Reports claimed it was sick and had separated from its mother, and for days it languished onshore as curious onlookers took pictures.  This photo's courtesy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newsday&lt;/span&gt;/AP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDWwYp7aerI/AAAAAAAADf8/J7Ulu3Mn-nA/s1600/whale-ap-8446545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDWwYp7aerI/AAAAAAAADf8/J7Ulu3Mn-nA/s320/whale-ap-8446545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491489258266589874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a perfect example of my complicated relationship with the sea.  Because while the idea of this 30-foot-long creature and I bumping into each other underwater terrifies me, I thought this was the saddest story ever.  After a few days, when the poor thing hadn't miraculously gotten better and swum away, passed on its own, or passed with the help of oceanography experts, I couldn't even check the news anymore.  It was too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to swim with humpback whales or other scary sea creatures?  No.  But do I think they're beautiful?  Majestic?  Awe-inspiring?  Absolutely.  As long as they stay in their world and I stay in mine, we're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, there is one sea creature I'd willingly swim with—in a pool, surrounded by trained professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDW2Jdof0-I/AAAAAAAADgE/cIRpweFpGb4/s1600/dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDW2Jdof0-I/AAAAAAAADgE/cIRpweFpGb4/s320/dolphin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491495594337752034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is he??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8398857195516897758?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8398857195516897758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8398857195516897758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8398857195516897758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8398857195516897758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-life-scary-sea-creatures-series_08.html' title='Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures Series, Day #5: Whale&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDWwYp7aerI/AAAAAAAADf8/J7Ulu3Mn-nA/s72-c/whale-ap-8446545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7724469074850348607</id><published>2010-07-06T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:16:59.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown &amp; Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures, Day #4: the Montauk Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; hits shelves one week from today!  That's super exciting and kind of scary at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's REALLY scary?  This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDMpXnt2GEI/AAAAAAAADf0/cjPRTVJIlFY/s1600/monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDMpXnt2GEI/AAAAAAAADf0/cjPRTVJIlFY/s320/monster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490777856469768258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubbed the "Montauk Monster," this pretty little thing washed up onshore two summers ago and quickly became the talk of the town—and beyond.  Major news outlets—including CNN and FOX News—picked up the story, and for weeks people around the globe tried to figure out what grotesque, unidentifiable sea creatures were plaguing the South Fork of Long Island.  Rational guessers thought it wasn't a sea creature at all but rather a poor dog or raccoon.  Others were certain it was exactly what its nickname suggested: a monster.  Careful analysis was done by researches, scientists, wildlife experts, you name it.  No verdict was ever reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another reason to stay on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more about the Montauk Monster, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montauk_Monster"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7724469074850348607?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7724469074850348607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7724469074850348607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7724469074850348607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7724469074850348607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/final-countdown-real-life-scary-sea.html' title='The Final Countdown &amp; Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures, Day #4: the Montauk Monster'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TDMpXnt2GEI/AAAAAAAADf0/cjPRTVJIlFY/s72-c/monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7790292146848052990</id><published>2010-07-02T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:03:28.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Read SIREN and Win Goodies at the Romantic Times Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Want to read the first chapter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; eleven days before its official release?  And possibly win a fabulous Egmont beach bag filled with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadow Hills&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raised by Wolves&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Divine&lt;/span&gt;, AND a $40 Sephora gift card??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, check out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romantic Times&lt;/span&gt; Daily Blog &lt;a href="http://www.rtbookreviews.com/rt-daily-blog/siren-call-summer-and-sephora"&gt;here&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/4850825684963733123-7790292146848052990?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7790292146848052990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7790292146848052990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7790292146848052990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7790292146848052990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/read-siren-and-win-goodies-at-romantic.html' title='Read SIREN and Win Goodies at the Romantic Times Blog!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3008729158923314129</id><published>2010-07-02T07:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:20:11.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures Series, Day #3: Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>So, not only are sea creatures real AND scary, they're also major news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late yesterday morning, just after I'd wrapped up my jellyfish post, I was cruising along the Internet when I came upon a story with the following terrifying title:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEA MONSTER FOSSIL FOUND IN PERU DESERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, this wasn't some sort of science-fiction, alien-abduction, conspiracy-theory-type website.  It was CNN.  The sea monster piece was its top story, placed front-and-center on the main page.  I tried to be reassured by "Fossil" and "Peru" since they implied that said creature was a thing of the very distant past and a very distant place, but I was far too distracted by "Sea" and "Monster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the article, it was three times the size of a modern-day killer whale.  The fossilized skull was ten feet long.  The teeth were so big they were initially confused for elephant tusks; their size suggests that the creature fed on other huge sea creatures, like baleen whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an artist's rendering of the monster at lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TC3WiL3_XTI/AAAAAAAADfo/6KzbsitYMeQ/s1600/Sea-Monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TC3WiL3_XTI/AAAAAAAADfo/6KzbsitYMeQ/s320/Sea-Monster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489279403626028338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think I might run into one of these while swimming in Long Island waters?  No.  But it makes me wonder: If we didn't know about this particular sea creature, what other ones do we have yet to meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the CNN story, click &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/07/01/peru.levithan.whale/index.html?hpt=C1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3008729158923314129?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3008729158923314129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3008729158923314129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3008729158923314129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3008729158923314129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-life-scary-sea-creatures-series_02.html' title='Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures Series, Day #3: Breaking News!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TC3WiL3_XTI/AAAAAAAADfo/6KzbsitYMeQ/s72-c/Sea-Monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-1619925188836499930</id><published>2010-07-01T11:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:09:24.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures Series, Day #2: Beware the Blob!</title><content type='html'>Two summers ago, I was determined to break my no-swimming-at-the-beach rule.  It was hot.  The water was cold.  And as I mentioned yesterday, I love to swim, but besides the crowded pool at the local YMCA, which I didn't belong to, there was nowhere else to go.  Also, I thought my fear of all sea creatures was a little extreme.  After all, eastern Long Island beaches are busy, and no one ELSE was being attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start small, with a bay beach in Sag Harbor.  The water there was usually as flat as glass so I thought I'd be able to spot potential sea creatures before they spotted me.  And if I didn't, I was confident the lifeguards would reach me in no time, since the beach itself was so narrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready.  I couldn't wait to dive on in, face my fear once and for all, and tell all my friends and family that I'd finally done it. I looked forward to the countless days of happy swimming that would surely follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before my big jump, I took a walk through town.  Along the way I passed over the Sag Harbor bridge.  The view's lovely, as you can see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCy3HzmjDpI/AAAAAAAADfQ/xOENUeXaMXs/s1600/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCy3HzmjDpI/AAAAAAAADfQ/xOENUeXaMXs/s320/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488963390596648594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the view from the bridge that night wasn't quite so pretty.  Because instead of sailboats and swimmers and sea grass, I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCy31fY_9CI/AAAAAAAADfY/iL2pMsdI2-4/s1600/Jellys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCy31fY_9CI/AAAAAAAADfY/iL2pMsdI2-4/s320/Jellys1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488964175445095458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A red lion's mane jellyfish.  Only there wasn't just one.  There were THOUSANDS.  Maybe more.  They sloshed together, covering the harbor in a massive, quivering, gelatinous blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this wasn't the water I'd planned to swim in, but it was close. (In the bridge picture above, the water I wanted to face my fear in is just on the other side of the trees.) And to my credit (maybe?  a little?), I still went to the beach the next day.  I was still determined; I even went in the water up to my knees.  But it wasn't long before I saw one red jellyfish.  And another.  And another.  They weren't bigger than six inches in diameter...but what if they were just the bait?  What if they were there to trick me into going deeper, until I reached THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCy6N988XYI/AAAAAAAADfg/mDkpLZc5FhA/s1600/worlds_largest_jellyfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCy6N988XYI/AAAAAAAADfg/mDkpLZc5FhA/s320/worlds_largest_jellyfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488966794989034882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlikely?  Perhaps.  But not impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I retreated to my beach chair, defeated once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**In my defense, there really was a sudden, unusual jellyfish invasion that summer.  Every week there were new stories about new sightings in the local papers!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-1619925188836499930?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1619925188836499930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=1619925188836499930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1619925188836499930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1619925188836499930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-life-scary-sea-creatures-series.html' title='Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures Series, Day #2: Beware the Blob!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCy3HzmjDpI/AAAAAAAADfQ/xOENUeXaMXs/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4900151358326960422</id><published>2010-06-30T08:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:53:17.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures Series, Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; hits shelves in less than two weeks!  In honor of the beautiful, dangerous, supposedly mythical ladies who inspired the story, over the next few days I'll be hosting a special "Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures" series.  The title says it all, but to reiterate: sea creatures are scary.  And REAL.  Some of the ones I'll be writing about have made local appearances as recently as last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an introduction, anyone who knows me—or who has read recent interviews—knows that despite loving swimming and the beach, I won't go swimming AT the beach.  I learned how to doggy-paddle in the Long Island Sound way back when, but these days I won't venture deeper than my knees in any natural body of water.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, sea creatures were no big deal.  I thought if we could physically be in the same water at the same time, then it was perfectly natural that we were.  But years later, I've come to the conclusion that there are two worlds: theirs, and ours.  If we were really meant to share space, we'd be able to breathe underwater and they'd be able to hop onshore and swing by the snack stand for watermelon Italian Ices.  Since this isn't the case, I much prefer to admire their world from afar—or at least from the safety of my beach chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, presenting Real-Life Scary Sea Creature #1: JAWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking.  Jaws wasn't real—it was a movie.  And you're right.  In Steven Spielberg's amazing, terrifying, 1975 blockbuster, the great white shark was fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaws&lt;/span&gt; the movie was based on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaws&lt;/span&gt; the book.  And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaws&lt;/span&gt; the book was inspired by the very real experiences of famed shark hunter Frank Mundus.  Mundus caught many sharks in the waters off Montauk, which is a quaint village at the very end of the South Fork of Long Island (for photos, see my "Inspiration" post below).  In 1964, he snagged a 4,500-pound great white.  And no, that's not a typo!  Four THOUSAND, five HUNDRED pounds of scary shark.  According to his website, it took five hand-held harpoons and five hours to rope the fish and start home.  It was one of the biggest fish ever caught commercially by harpoon, and it was included in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiness Book of World Records &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;as the largest catch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Me and potential Jaws descendants?  Hanging out together underwater?  I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, Frank Mundus' story is fascinating.  For more about him and his adventures, including pictures of his record-breaking catch, check out &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.fmundus.com"&gt;www.fmundus.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCtJCvkSwhI/AAAAAAAADfA/9_EOngbCwsU/s1600/jaws-movie-poster-5000649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCtJCvkSwhI/AAAAAAAADfA/9_EOngbCwsU/s320/jaws-movie-poster-5000649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488560882358338066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4900151358326960422?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4900151358326960422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4900151358326960422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4900151358326960422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4900151358326960422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-life-scary-sea-creatures-series.html' title='Real-Life Scary Sea Creatures Series, Day #1'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TCtJCvkSwhI/AAAAAAAADfA/9_EOngbCwsU/s72-c/jaws-movie-poster-5000649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3659002845267206471</id><published>2010-06-27T06:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T07:06:54.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At ALA?  Come Say Hi!</title><content type='html'>I'll be heading down to Washington D.C. in a few hours to attend the annual American Library Association conference.  I've never been to ALA before and I've only driven through D.C. once, and that was late at night when nothing was open.  So I'm very excited for multiple reasons!  All of the Egmont staff and authors are staying in the same hotel, which is supposedly a stone's throw from the White House, so I'll definitely be swinging by and taking a few pictures.  Maybe I'll even drop off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt; #1 and #3 so the First Lady has the full set!  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're at ALA, I'd love to see you!  I'll be signing with fellow Egmont authors Jennifer Lynn Barnes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raised by Wolves&lt;/span&gt;) and Bree Despain (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Divine&lt;/span&gt;) at 11 a.m. tomorrow in Egmont booth #2708.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, a lovely Twitter friend alerted to me to the fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; is on &lt;a href="www.perezhilton.com"&gt;PerezHilton.com&lt;/a&gt;!  It's in a sidebar ad for Egmont's great Beach Bag Books downloads.  Never did I think I'd make it on the gossip guru's site in any way, shape or form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to finish packing!  Hope you're having a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3659002845267206471?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3659002845267206471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3659002845267206471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3659002845267206471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3659002845267206471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-ala-come-say-hi.html' title='At ALA?  Come Say Hi!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6643431455211097842</id><published>2010-06-20T09:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:02:03.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I had about as close to a perfect day as you can get yesterday.  The sun was shining, temperatures were in the mid-70s, and my husband and I drove out to Montauk, which is at the very end of the South Fork of Long Island.  After walking around and having a delicious dinner by the water, we saw Ingrid Michaelson perform at The Stephen Talkhouse in Amagansett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took photos to share because not only is Montauk gorgeous and Ingrid amazing, but they both played a role in the writing of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;. The story&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; takes place in a coastal New England town, and while describing the setting, I envisioned Montauk Harbor and other places like it.  And Ingrid makes some GREAT writing music...I must've listened to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls &amp;amp; Boys &lt;/span&gt;a thousand times while working on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a great weekend, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TB4Yjs-luGI/AAAAAAAADds/oF6jq9011rc/s1600/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TB4Yjs-luGI/AAAAAAAADds/oF6jq9011rc/s200/DSC01646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484848397832009826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TB4YkPX-DpI/AAAAAAAADd0/rJ120H4dBUk/s1600/DSC01627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TB4aZdDy95I/AAAAAAAADe0/SUI3xlOE3CM/s200/DSC01660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484850420783445906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TB4aY2TeaiI/AAAAAAAADes/_W3zG5M64WI/s1600/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TB4aY2TeaiI/AAAAAAAADes/_W3zG5M64WI/s200/DSC01653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484850410380225058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6643431455211097842?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6643431455211097842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6643431455211097842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6643431455211097842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6643431455211097842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TB4Yjs-luGI/AAAAAAAADds/oF6jq9011rc/s72-c/DSC01646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3174186543086658531</id><published>2010-06-16T17:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:14:30.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Real Book!</title><content type='html'>I just received my first finished copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;...and they're BEAUTIFUL!  The title and Vanessa's eyes have a special silver treatment that really pops from the jacket.  I was warned by the lovely folks at Egmont that the eyes seem to follow you around the room, and they weren't kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few short weeks till these pretty little things hit bookstore shelves!  I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk9zYFwNdI/AAAAAAAADcw/ECvHY3YUvkM/s1600/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk9zYFwNdI/AAAAAAAADcw/ECvHY3YUvkM/s200/DSC01616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483481974149494226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk9z6v0VdI/AAAAAAAADc4/UtkVa-GMwK8/s1600/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk9z6v0VdI/AAAAAAAADc4/UtkVa-GMwK8/s200/DSC01622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483481983452730834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk90f5a3aI/AAAAAAAADdA/IQ2TohCn38U/s1600/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk90f5a3aI/AAAAAAAADdA/IQ2TohCn38U/s200/DSC01621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483481993425116578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk90jLk7VI/AAAAAAAADdI/uYHbHxgavsM/s1600/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk90jLk7VI/AAAAAAAADdI/uYHbHxgavsM/s200/DSC01620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483481994306579794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk91HnpeKI/AAAAAAAADdQ/v-UO1c1KzXs/s1600/DSC01619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk91HnpeKI/AAAAAAAADdQ/v-UO1c1KzXs/s200/DSC01619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483482004087994530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk-CFEe5VI/AAAAAAAADdY/31NNu7kQJgY/s1600/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk-CFEe5VI/AAAAAAAADdY/31NNu7kQJgY/s200/DSC01615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483482226741929298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3174186543086658531?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3174186543086658531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3174186543086658531&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3174186543086658531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3174186543086658531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-real-book.html' title='It&apos;s a Real Book!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TBk9zYFwNdI/AAAAAAAADcw/ECvHY3YUvkM/s72-c/DSC01616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-5371355850022603427</id><published>2010-06-16T07:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:29:48.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bound?</title><content type='html'>It's going to be another gorgeous day today, and I'm determined to meet my daily writing goal by early afternoon so I can reward myself with a trip to the beach!  If I do, I'll be bringing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society&lt;/span&gt;, which I'm LOVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of beach reads, Egmont USA is currently offering an amazing audio preview of books that'll make your next stay at the shore even better.  Available for sampling are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Divine &lt;/span&gt;by Bree Despain, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raised by Wolves&lt;/span&gt; by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadow Hills&lt;/span&gt; by Anastasia Hopcus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.egmontusa.com/beachbag/"&gt;http://www.egmontusa.com/beachbag/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-5371355850022603427?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5371355850022603427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=5371355850022603427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5371355850022603427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5371355850022603427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-bound.html' title='Beach Bound?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8675333763739784069</id><published>2010-06-09T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:53:21.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Bean Meets Michelle Obama!</title><content type='html'>There are no words to express just how honored (and thrilled and awed!) I was to learn that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/span&gt; was  going to be included in Healthy Lifestyle Kits for the First Lady's amazing new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's Read. Let's Move&lt;/span&gt;. initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program, which aims to keep kids exercising and reading during the summer months, kicked off yesterday.  More information can be found in the press release below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE                    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 8, 2010                          &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Lady, First Book, and Others Launch Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Initiative to Curb Childhood Obesity and Reading Loss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books provided by Random House and Simon &amp;amp; Schuster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Washington, DC—First Lady Michelle Obama, four Cabinet Secretaries, and representatives from First Book and the Corporation for National and Community Service gathered today to launch United We Serve:&lt;i&gt; Let’s Read. Let’s Move.&lt;/i&gt; The new initiative will get more Americans volunteering to combat childhood obesity and summer learning loss among youth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At today’s launch event, the First Lady and Congressional leaders packed Healthy Lifestyle Kits as part of the initiative that included activity equipment, healthy snacks, and new books donated by Random House Children’s Book and Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Children’s Publishing. The kits will be distributed to more than 3,000 young people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First Book (&lt;a href="http://www.firstbook.org/" target="_blank"&gt;www.firstbook.org&lt;/a&gt;) is a national nonprofit organization that has provided more than 70 million new books to children from low-income families.   In joining forces with the &lt;i&gt;Let’s Read. Let’s Move. &lt;/i&gt;Initiative, First Book is supporting an Administration-wide effort to expand opportunities to engage young people in summer reading and physical activities as well as provide access to healthy, affordable food.  Kyle Zimmer, President and CEO of First Book, said, “First Book is thrilled to support the First Lady and her efforts to encourage reading and exercise during the summer and we couldn’t be more grateful to our friends at Random House and Simon &amp;amp; Schuster for providing such wonderful books to this initiative. Heroic partners like these make our impact so much more powerful; I know these books will get kids reading—and moving—all summer long.”  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paul Crichton of Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Children’s Publishing said, “We at Simon &amp;amp; Schuster are enormous supporters of First Book, and the opportunity to continue our work with them along with the First Lady’s mission is such a wonderful opportunity. We are simply thrilled to be part of the launch of United We Serve: &lt;i&gt;Let’s Read, Let’s Move.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Books distributed today by the First Lady and others included &lt;i&gt;The Busy Body Book:  A Kid’s Guide To Fitness&lt;/i&gt; (Random House) by Lizzy Rockwell, &lt;i&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/i&gt; (Simon &amp;amp; Schuster) by Tricia Rayburn,&lt;i&gt; Monsters Don’t Eat Broccoli&lt;/i&gt; (Random House) by Barbara Jean Hicks, &lt;i&gt;Oh The Things You Can Do That Are Good For You:  All About Staying Healthy&lt;/i&gt; (Random House) by Tish Rabe, and &lt;i&gt;Stretch&lt;/i&gt; (Simon &amp;amp; Schuster) by Doreen Cronin. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Problem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Research shows that a staggering percentage of young people suffer learning-loss and acquire unhealthy eating habits during the summer break. Young people can lose 1 ½ years of reading achievement over the summer, 1 out of 3 children in the U.S. are overweight or obese, and millions of youth go without healthy, nutritious meals over the summer months.  &lt;i&gt;Let’s Read. Let’s Move. &lt;/i&gt;makes it easy for Americans to help youth build strong minds and bodies through summer reading, exercise, and eating healthy foods—all of which are contributing factors to achieving success in school. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the First Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nearly a year ago, the First Lady began a national conversation with America’s children about proper nutrition and the role food plays in living a healthy life.  That discussion grew into the &lt;i&gt;Let’s Move!&lt;/i&gt; campaign. The campaign will combat the epidemic of childhood obesity through a comprehensive approach that builds on effective strategies, and mobilizes public and private sector resources.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About First Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First Book (&lt;a href="http://www.firstbook.org/" target="_blank"&gt;www.firstbook.org&lt;/a&gt;) provides new books to children in need, addressing one of the most important factors affecting literacy – access to books. An innovative leader in social enterprise, First Book has distributed more than 70 million free and low-cost books in thousands of communities. For additional books focused on healthy eating and exercise please visit the First Book Marketplace (&lt;a href="http://www.fbmarketplace.org/" target="_blank"&gt;www.fbmarketplace.org&lt;/a&gt;).  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Random House Children’s Books&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Random House Children’s Books is the world’s largest English-language children’s trade book publisher. Creating books for toddlers through young adult readers, in all formats from board books to activity books to picture books and novels, the imprints of Random House Children’s Books bring together award-winning authors and illustrators, world-famous franchise characters, and multimillion-copy series. The company’s website, kids@random (&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/kids" title="http://www.randomhouse.com/kids" target="_blank"&gt;www.randomhouse.com/kids&lt;/a&gt;) offers an array of activities, games and educational resources for children, teens, parents, and educators.  Random House Children’s Books is a division of Random House, Inc., whose parent company is Bertelsmann AG, a leading international media company. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Simon &amp;amp; Schuster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, a part of CBS Corporation, is a global leader in the field of general interest publishing, dedicated to providing the best in fiction and nonfiction for consumers of all ages, across all printed, electronic, and audio formats. Its divisions include Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Adult Publishing, Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Children’s Publishing, Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Audio, Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Digital, and international companies in Australia, Canada, and the United Kingdom. For more information, visit our website at &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simonandschuster.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;www.simonandschuster.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8675333763739784069?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8675333763739784069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8675333763739784069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8675333763739784069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8675333763739784069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/06/maggie-bean-meets-michelle-obama.html' title='Maggie Bean Meets Michelle Obama!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7917657307627993414</id><published>2010-06-08T07:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:46:28.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Tuesday Teaser</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers &lt;/span&gt;will be released in just a few weeks!  To celebrate, here's a sneak peek of the first chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have two favorite parts in &lt;/span&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  I know it’s kind of impossible to have more than one favorite of anything, but I think sometimes, like in the case of the best movie ever made, it’s okay to make an exception.  Because &lt;/span&gt;The Wizard of Oz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;so many&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; great moments—like when Dorothy first opens the door of her tornado-tossed house to a bright and colorful new world.  And when the merry munchkins and Glinda the Good Witch of the North welcome her over the rainbow and present her with sparkly, ruby red slippers.  And when she finally makes it to Oz with her new group of friends and they all get head-to-toe makeovers.  With so many memorable parts to choose from, it’s practically impossible to pick just one favorite.  So, I have two.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning.  And the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It sounds weird, I know.  My two favorite parts of the movie are the only parts in black and white.  Most people can’t wait for Dorothy to get whisked away from boring, gray Kansas and wake up surrounded by flowers and lollipops.  Who wouldn’t want to go to sleep and wake up somewhere over the rainbow?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me, for one.  The beginning and the end are my favorite parts because that’s when Dorothy is surrounded by everyone who loves her most.  That’s when she’s happiest.  And that’s exactly how I feel at home in Curly Creek…and how, after today, I might not ever feel again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TA4tVPt6U1I/AAAAAAAADcE/LRotNELxXxE/s1600/RUBY+FINAL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TA4tVPt6U1I/AAAAAAAADcE/LRotNELxXxE/s200/RUBY+FINAL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480367639576073042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7917657307627993414?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7917657307627993414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7917657307627993414&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7917657307627993414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7917657307627993414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/06/ruby-tuesday-teaser.html' title='Ruby Tuesday Teaser'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/TA4tVPt6U1I/AAAAAAAADcE/LRotNELxXxE/s72-c/RUBY+FINAL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-376540507428992288</id><published>2010-05-28T06:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:47:26.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BEA Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>I had an amazing time at BookExpo America yesterday!  If you haven't experienced it before, BEA is an annual conference that brings together publishers, authors, booksellers, librarians, and other book enthusiasts.  Publishers introduce upcoming titles, and authors get to chat with important gatekeepers of the larger reading community.  It all takes place in the Javits Center, an enormous conference center in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning began after a near-sleepless night, courtesy of a barrage of thunderstorms and a terrifed shih tzu.  I took a 6:30 bus into the city and arrived just in time to meet Regina Griffin, my fabulous editor, for a quick breakfast.  We talked about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren 2&lt;/span&gt;, dogs and storms (she could relate!), Vermont, the difficulty of dressing up and staying comfortable, and all sorts of good things happening with Egmont USA.  After that it was time to head to the autograph area, where I was scheduled for a 10 a.m. signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the night before, I'd asked my husband, "What if no one comes?"  I remembered the autograph area from when I attended BEA last year and pictured the row of 30 or so tables with authors behind them, the roped sections leading up to each table, and long lines in each of those sections—except mine.  I didn't want my publisher to regret asking me to participate if no one showed.  Fortunately, I knew that Rebecca, my agent, would be there; if necessary, she'd assure me that having a stack of books with no readers to give them to was normal for a first-time YA author, or for that time of morning, or whatever else I needed to hear.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Regina and I approached table 10, I kept checking the signs above the roped-off sections.  Because there was a line right around where I was supposed to be—a long one, that led away from the tables and into the exhibition area—and there was no way all those people were waiting to see me.  When I saw that they were indeed standing before table 10, I thought there must be some sort of mistake—that BEA organizers had accidentally assigned the table to two authors, or changed my table and forgotten to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?  There was no mistake.  All those people, all those wonderful booksellers and librarians and bloggers, had taken time out of their busy BEA days to wait for signed copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;.  I was truly floored—and unbelievably grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina instructed me to "sign fast," which I did, and 20 minutes later, we were out of books and the line had to be closed.  Everything happened so quickly I barely had time to process the fact that Mary Higgins Clark, author of more than 40+ bestselling mystery/suspense novels, was signing at the table next to mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Rebecca and I hopped in a cab and went to a quaint coffee shop that, I soon learned, makes the best iced chai lattes EVER.  We chatted books and publishing and upcoming projects, and I slowly recovered from the early-morning whirlwind.  With a few minutes to spare, we swung by Writers House so I could meet Ty, Rebecca's assistant and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;'s very first fan, and Cecilia, director of children's subsidiary rights.  Both were so lovely and sweet!  (And by the way, I must mention that Rebecca's office is a book-lover's dream come true.  She has floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with her very own rolling ladder!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for me to report back to the Javits Center and meet up with Egmont staff and authors.  From there we walked to a nearby art gallery where Egmont was hosting a luncheon for booksellers and librarians.  I got to meet and chat with authors Jen Lynn Barnes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raised by Wolves&lt;/span&gt;), Anastasia Hopcus (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadow Hills&lt;/span&gt;), Chelsea Campbell (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rise of Renegade X&lt;/span&gt;), Jon and Pamela Voelkel (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middleworld&lt;/span&gt;, Al Roker's June book club pick!), and Alexandra Diaz (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of All the Stupid Things&lt;/span&gt;).  After mingling for a few minutes, everyone took their assigned seats at five tables and authors divided into teams of two.  The teams rotated tables every 15 minutes so that every author had a chance to speak with every guest.  There's nothing like talking books with people who dedicate their professional lives to them, so this was another extraordinary opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I caught the bus back to eastern Long Island!  I was tired from the day and no sleep the night before, and thanks to rush-hour and pre-holiday traffic, I had three hours to nap...but I was too excited.  Instead, I played with my iPod, looked out the window, and thought about how very lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge THANK YOU to everyone who made yesterday so memorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have a great Memorial Day weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-376540507428992288?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/376540507428992288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=376540507428992288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/376540507428992288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/376540507428992288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/05/bea-wrap-up.html' title='BEA Wrap-Up'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2759902525667610356</id><published>2010-05-26T08:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:32:20.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At BEA?</title><content type='html'>I'll be signing advance copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt; at BEA tomorrow!  If you're at the Javits Center and find yourself near the autographing area between 10 and 10:30 a.m., come say hi!  I'll be at table 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2759902525667610356?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2759902525667610356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2759902525667610356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2759902525667610356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2759902525667610356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-bea.html' title='At BEA?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-5730289367308797733</id><published>2010-05-16T07:32:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:47:41.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signing Pics</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful time reading and signing books yesterday!   Many, many thanks to everyone who came, and to the B&amp;amp;N staff for making the event such a great experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-_Yd8bAZcI/AAAAAAAADZc/szrwERi142c/s1600/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-_Yd8bAZcI/AAAAAAAADZc/szrwERi142c/s320/DSC01488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471830081225647554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-_ZTeVW8wI/AAAAAAAADZ0/3mTz3gKHXc0/s1600/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-_ZTeVW8wI/AAAAAAAADZ0/3mTz3gKHXc0/s320/DSC01493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471831000861831938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-_ZfVdpD7I/AAAAAAAADZ8/6Gu9oipquKM/s1600/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-_bEDwRPJI/AAAAAAAADas/jghWz2Zqrwk/s320/DSC01547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471832935052164242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-5730289367308797733?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5730289367308797733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=5730289367308797733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5730289367308797733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5730289367308797733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/05/signing-pics.html' title='Signing Pics'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-_Yd8bAZcI/AAAAAAAADZc/szrwERi142c/s72-c/DSC01488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6767968555801419980</id><published>2010-05-14T06:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:02:39.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signing at B&amp;N Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-0tsuZnSyI/AAAAAAAADZU/4f2_PRtS34I/s1600/MB3%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-0tsuZnSyI/AAAAAAAADZU/4f2_PRtS34I/s320/MB3%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471079368717978402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be signing copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt; at the Barnes &amp;amp; Noble in Carle Place, NY tomorrow at 2 p.m.  If you're in the neighborhood, stop on by!  (And if you need extra incentive, the biggest, best mall on Long Island is right across the street!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6767968555801419980?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6767968555801419980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6767968555801419980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6767968555801419980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6767968555801419980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/05/signing-at-b-tomorrow.html' title='Signing at B&amp;N Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-0tsuZnSyI/AAAAAAAADZU/4f2_PRtS34I/s72-c/MB3%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2657860109079527298</id><published>2010-05-11T07:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:28:47.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Zauber der Sirenen</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to come upon the German cover for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;—or as it will be known in Germany, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Charms of the Sirens&lt;/span&gt; (according to the online translator I used)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-k_I1XsF8I/AAAAAAAADZI/7mF4YW6fK1Y/s1600/0000462000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-k_I1XsF8I/AAAAAAAADZI/7mF4YW6fK1Y/s320/0000462000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469972643416119234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2657860109079527298?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2657860109079527298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2657860109079527298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2657860109079527298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2657860109079527298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-zauber-der-sirenen.html' title='Im Zauber der Sirenen'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-k_I1XsF8I/AAAAAAAADZI/7mF4YW6fK1Y/s72-c/0000462000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8747904384713817196</id><published>2010-05-07T06:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:49:24.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Write Thing for Nashville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-PwDBRVHxI/AAAAAAAADY8/vnzRcQKduzU/s1600/NashvilleSkyline1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-PwDBRVHxI/AAAAAAAADY8/vnzRcQKduzU/s320/NashvilleSkyline1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468478307229310738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Nashville was voted the friendliest city in America by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Travel + Leisure&lt;/span&gt; magazine. Now, as the town tries to recover from last weekend's terrible flooding, it's time to show a little kindness in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors, agents, and editors are donating books, critiques, and time to raise money for Nashville. Auction items yesterday included signed copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hex Hall&lt;/span&gt; by Rachel Hawkins, a 30-minute phone call with agent Chris Richman of Upstart Crow Literary, and a signed advance copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everlasting&lt;/span&gt; by Angie Frazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more items will be up for bid in the next few days, so check out the link below to see what you can win while contributing to a great cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dothewritethingfornashville.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dothewritethingfornashville.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8747904384713817196?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8747904384713817196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8747904384713817196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8747904384713817196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8747904384713817196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-write-thing-for-nashville.html' title='Do the Write Thing for Nashville'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S-PwDBRVHxI/AAAAAAAADY8/vnzRcQKduzU/s72-c/NashvilleSkyline1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2364659657812730578</id><published>2010-04-25T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:59:04.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SIREN Awarded the Holy Grail!</title><content type='html'>The amazing Reggie over at The Undercover Book Lover has awarded SIREN her blog's highest honor: the Holy Grail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt from her fabulous review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siren is a bittersweet, dangerous, magical read that will never cease to surprise; much like the sea itself. In Siren, the bond between the Vanessa and Justine is strong, but both have insecurities that affect their perception of themselves and each other. The mystical and enigmatic elements, linked with the romance in Siren, creates a very intense, yet effortless atmosphere that flows throughout the novel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the full review, check out an interview with yours truly, AND enter to win one of two advance copies of SIREN, visit &lt;a href="http://www.theundercoverbooklover.blogspot.com"&gt;www.theundercoverbooklover.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, Reggie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2364659657812730578?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2364659657812730578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2364659657812730578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2364659657812730578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2364659657812730578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/04/siren-awarded-holy-grail.html' title='SIREN Awarded the Holy Grail!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7688035910536608444</id><published>2010-04-20T07:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:46:10.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SIREN Shout-Out</title><content type='html'>So excited that SIREN was mentioned on a recent Publisher's Weekly panel about young adult fiction!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From publishingperspectives.com:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Twilight Fades: Young Adult Fiction and the Dawn of the Next Big Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Helen Gregg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a sold-out seminar last Tuesday hosted by Publisher’s Weekly, three panelists and a room full of representatives from the publishing industry gathered to discuss emerging trends in young adult and teen fiction, and to try to predict what might be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panelists, two literary agents and a Hollywood literary scout, did not see an end of paranormal fiction in the near future. Claire Lundberg from MGM said she is presented with “a lot of paranormal; a lot of vampires, angels, zombies and a fair amount of werewolves are still getting optioned. I’m tired of it but I’m not sure the kids are.” One of the literary agents, Rebecca Sherman of Writer’s House, said the paranormal trend was continuing, but “with a spin.” She cited campy new novels featuring overweight, unattractive vampires, and one novel, Blood Thirsty, about a pale, brooding boy who receives an unprecedented amount of female attention because of his resemblance to a Twilight vampire. Stephen Barbara, of Foundry Literary + Media, said writers were looking beyond vampires to other paranormal creatures. He referenced Tricia Rayburn’s upcoming series, Siren, a novel about mermaids with plenty of romance and a contemporary spin. He also reported a growing number of books about angels, in an attempt to capture not only the teen Twilight fans but the “large Christian market” as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the paranormal, the panelists and audience were also looking forward to the next popular subgenre among teens. Noticing teens’ attraction to darker subject matter, the conversation turned to a rise in dystopian novels for YA audiences, citing the popularity of the series The Hunger Games and its forthcoming film adaptation. The two literary agents revealed they each were working with dystopian novels as well, suggesting an emerging trend. Lundberg, however, held reservations about these novels finding success on the big screen. She referenced the recent adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, a popular novel made into an incredibly depressing film, and one that did not fare well at the box office. Even though one librarian assured the crowd that teens, including her own children, liked depressing books and movies, the subgenre may quickly disappear in the YA market if it does not find widespread commercial success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the race to the next popular subgenre may not lead to the next million-copy series. Susan Katz, president and publisher of HarperCollins Children’s Books, who was in the audience but participated several times in the discussion, reminded the audience that a panel or publisher didn’t guess that a single mom in Britain would write a worldwide phenomenon about a boy wizard on napkins, she just did and it was. Similarly Twilight began, not followed, a trend. She offered one of the final thoughts for the panel, which was the next wildly successful series will emerge only “when someone writes something fantastic” that teens want to read and, more importantly, want to tell their friends about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7688035910536608444?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7688035910536608444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7688035910536608444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7688035910536608444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7688035910536608444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/04/siren-shout-out.html' title='SIREN Shout-Out'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-1658341640970539890</id><published>2010-04-14T06:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T07:06:06.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Egmont</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was lucky enough to have lunch with my agent and the fabulous staff of Egmont USA at Egmont's NY office.  We talked about all the fun and exciting things happening in the next three months leading up to SIREN's release.  We also chatted about Twitter, which I'm now on (@triciarayburn)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8We6xzKC_I/AAAAAAAADXI/dKXtcSRqFfg/s1600/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8We6xzKC_I/AAAAAAAADXI/dKXtcSRqFfg/s320/DSC01480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459944855894100978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Rebecca Sherman, my amazing agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8Wf0ZMDIeI/AAAAAAAADXQ/aD1lqwfeRCo/s1600/DSC01481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8Wf0ZMDIeI/AAAAAAAADXQ/aD1lqwfeRCo/s320/DSC01481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459945845720031714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the lovely Alison Weiss, Egmont Assistant Editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8Wf1FG7avI/AAAAAAAADXg/-yvDb8spJPo/s1600/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8Wf1FG7avI/AAAAAAAADXg/-yvDb8spJPo/s320/DSC01483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459945857509714674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Regina Griffin, Egmont's—and SIREN's!—Executive Editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8Wf1mrEsTI/AAAAAAAADXo/6nw-hEhvkog/s1600/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8Wf1mrEsTI/AAAAAAAADXo/6nw-hEhvkog/s320/DSC01484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459945866519687474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Egmont publisher Elizabeth Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8WhAdl2kUI/AAAAAAAADXw/mpxcDqBhVcg/s1600/DSC01482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8WhAdl2kUI/AAAAAAAADXw/mpxcDqBhVcg/s320/DSC01482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459947152572059970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the reasons you should run to the nearest bookstore ASAP!&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/4850825684963733123-1658341640970539890?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1658341640970539890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=1658341640970539890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1658341640970539890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1658341640970539890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/04/lunch-with-egmont.html' title='Lunch with Egmont'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S8We6xzKC_I/AAAAAAAADXI/dKXtcSRqFfg/s72-c/DSC01480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-5227523743605310851</id><published>2010-03-28T07:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:29:32.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>It's spring.  Officially.  And you know what that means: flip-flop season is right around the corner!  In fact, it was so warm last week, I wore flip-flops four days in a row.  I also wore jeans and a fleece instead of a skirt and tank top, and temperatures have since plummeted back into the thirties...but we're getting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring's all about transition, and I feel particularly in sync with Mother Nature at the moment as we've been transitioning for weeks in preparation for a big move.  Well, it wasn't really a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; move, geographically speaking—our new house is a 45-minute drive from our old one—but moving's such a chore, I don't think it matters how far you go.  You still have to pack.  And confront the stuff you stuck in the dark recesses of the basement five years ago because you didn't want to throw it away, but you didn't know what else to do with it.  And decide what you absolutely need and what you can probably live without—and then toss the latter in hopes of starting over with as clean a slate as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once the hard part's done, which it now is for us, you get to arrange the furniture.  And find the perfect spot for your coffee cups.  And write the first of many blog entries on your old couch in your new living room.  As hard as it can to be to get to this point, settling is definitely worth transitioning.  Which makes me excited for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, have you seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/span&gt;?  With Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel?  If not, please do.  And then get the soundtrack.  Both are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-5227523743605310851?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5227523743605310851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=5227523743605310851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5227523743605310851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5227523743605310851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-231007061866736299</id><published>2010-03-07T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:53:56.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick note on Siren the Sequel</title><content type='html'>I recently received some lovely emails from readers who've read SIREN and wondered if there will be a sequel.  And I'm very happy to announce that YES, there definitely will!  I'm actually writing it now, and it should be released Summer 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-231007061866736299?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/231007061866736299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=231007061866736299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/231007061866736299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/231007061866736299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-note-on-siren-sequel.html' title='A quick note on Siren the Sequel'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-1649168753839358905</id><published>2010-03-04T07:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:41:27.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Win an Advance Copy of SIREN!</title><content type='html'>The lovely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleni &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Femme Readers&lt;/span&gt; is hosting a contest to win an advance copy of SIREN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more, click here: &lt;a href="http://lafemmereaders.blogspot.com/2010/03/arc-giveaway-of-siren-by-tricia-rayburn.html"&gt;http://lafemmereaders.blogspot.com/2010/03/arc-giveaway-of-siren-by-tricia-rayburn.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a little more about the prize, courtesy of the Egmont summer catalog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventeen-year-old Vanessa Sands is afraid of everything—the dark, heights, the ocean—but her fearless older sister, Justine, has always been there to coach her through every challenge. That is, until Justine goes cliff-diving one night near the family’s vacation house in Maine, and her lifeless body washes up on shore the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though her parents hope that they’ll be able to find closure back in Boston, Vanessa can’t help feeling that her sister’s death wasn’t an accident. After discovering that Justine was keeping a lot of secrets, Vanessa returns to Winter Harbor, hoping that Justine’s boyfriend might know more. But Caleb has been missing since Justine’s death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon, it’s not just Vanessa who’s afraid. All of Winter Harbor is abuzz with anxiety when another body washes ashore, and panic sets in when the small town becomes host to a string of fatal, water-related accidents in which all the victims are found, horrifically, grinning from ear to ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanessa turns to Caleb’s brother, Simon, for help, and begins to find herself drawn to him. As the pair try to understand the sudden rash of creepy drownings, Vanessa uncovers a secret that threatens her new romance—and will change her life forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A seductive paranormal romance full of unexpected twists, Siren is certain to make a big summer splash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Eleni!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-1649168753839358905?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1649168753839358905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=1649168753839358905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1649168753839358905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1649168753839358905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/03/win-advance-copy-of-siren.html' title='Win an Advance Copy of SIREN!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4196958466691583306</id><published>2010-02-15T08:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:25:18.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Date!</title><content type='html'>I'll be signing copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt; at the Barnes &amp;amp; Noble in Carle Place, NY, on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 15&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 p.m&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the area, stop on by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S3lIea4Ke9I/AAAAAAAADTM/EUYdTfDkcJo/s1600-h/img_71093_primary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S3lIea4Ke9I/AAAAAAAADTM/EUYdTfDkcJo/s320/img_71093_primary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438457712474749906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4196958466691583306?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4196958466691583306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4196958466691583306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4196958466691583306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4196958466691583306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/02/save-date.html' title='Save the Date!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S3lIea4Ke9I/AAAAAAAADTM/EUYdTfDkcJo/s72-c/img_71093_primary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2065987071519854477</id><published>2010-02-01T17:06:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:58:29.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Stuff à Paris!</title><content type='html'>Last week, I went to Paris for the first time ever.  While there I swung by the young adult section of the Virgin Megastore on the Champs Elysées to see what les adolescents are reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S2dV34v-OfI/AAAAAAAADQA/rVDh63xZzEA/s1600-h/DSC01257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S2dV34v-OfI/AAAAAAAADQA/rVDh63xZzEA/s320/DSC01257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433405894060554738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not surprisingly, they have excellent taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the Rodin museum, I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S2dW06SAZSI/AAAAAAAADQI/GQaDS0804Wo/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S2dW06SAZSI/AAAAAAAADQI/GQaDS0804Wo/s320/DSC01323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433406942443758882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Les Trois Sirènes, or The Three Sirens...which leads me to believe Monsieur Rodin also had excellent taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of taste, if Miss Maggie Bean ever made it to Paris, cafe au lait would definitely be her beverage of choice—especially since it's usually served with a piece of chocolat on the side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S2dZAQZS5LI/AAAAAAAADQQ/NNB4mSSRWrk/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S2dZAQZS5LI/AAAAAAAADQQ/NNB4mSSRWrk/s320/DSC01231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433409336381727922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pictures to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2065987071519854477?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2065987071519854477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2065987071519854477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2065987071519854477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2065987071519854477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-stuff-paris.html' title='Book Stuff à Paris!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S2dV34v-OfI/AAAAAAAADQA/rVDh63xZzEA/s72-c/DSC01257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3428407321956509107</id><published>2010-01-20T13:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:19:39.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Revealed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S1dI21JoyRI/AAAAAAAADCY/VPcxwxLh4UE/s1600-h/RUBY+FINAL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S1dI21JoyRI/AAAAAAAADCY/VPcxwxLh4UE/s320/RUBY+FINAL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428887982636058898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she pretty??  Many thanks to Kirsten Ulve, artist extraordinaire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3428407321956509107?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3428407321956509107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3428407321956509107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3428407321956509107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3428407321956509107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruby-revealed.html' title='Ruby Revealed!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S1dI21JoyRI/AAAAAAAADCY/VPcxwxLh4UE/s72-c/RUBY+FINAL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8072840066641754779</id><published>2010-01-03T07:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:50:43.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back, BSC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S0CgFfrgOMI/AAAAAAAADBo/9WH0XQ-4WtU/s1600-h/babysitters-club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S0CgFfrgOMI/AAAAAAAADBo/9WH0XQ-4WtU/s320/babysitters-club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422509967617833154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the happiest of holidays and that your new year is off to a great start!  Mine definitely is, and here's one of the reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby-Sitters are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the unacquainted, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Baby-Sitters Club&lt;/span&gt;, written by Ann M. Martin, was (is!) a series of 130+ books featuring the babysitting trials and tribulations of a group of young teenage girls living in CT.  There's tomboy Kristy, shy Mary Anne, chic Claudia, ex-NYC girl Stacey, California transplant Dawn, and junior members Mallory and Jessi.  (There may be more; I reluctantly stopped reading around book #70, when I was already much older than the characters!)  Every week the girls meet at Claudia's house (she has the secret junk food stash), and take phone calls from parents in need of sitters.  They write about their babysitting experiences in a journal, which they all read to stay informed about what's happening with the kids they care for.  Throughout the series, they have fun, fight, make up, fall in love, and become even better friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day, I lived for these books.  This isn't an exaggeration.  I'd save my allowance for the two times a year we went to the mall, load up on the newest titles, read them in a week, and then reread them over and over again until the next mall trip.  I loved them all, but some of my favorites were #8, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy-Crazy Stacey&lt;/span&gt;; #10, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Logan Likes Mary Anne&lt;/span&gt;; #11, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristy and the Snobs&lt;/span&gt;; #18, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stacey's Mistake&lt;/span&gt;; #60, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary Anne's Makeover&lt;/span&gt;; and #64, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dawn's Family Feud&lt;/span&gt;.  The series had a huge impact on my love of reading—and, eventually, writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm so excited they're back!  According to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New York Times&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/31/books/31babysitters.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/31/books/31babysitters.html&lt;/a&gt;), Scholastic will soon reissue slightly revised versions of the first two books, along with a new prequel, in hopes of reviving the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8072840066641754779?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8072840066641754779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8072840066641754779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8072840066641754779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8072840066641754779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-back-bsc.html' title='Welcome Back, BSC!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/S0CgFfrgOMI/AAAAAAAADBo/9WH0XQ-4WtU/s72-c/babysitters-club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4048175905717765497</id><published>2009-12-21T07:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:07:22.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Say "SIREN"...in German?</title><content type='html'>I can't, but I hope to soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled to announce that SIREN will be published by Ullstein in Germany.  Here are deal details, courtesy of Publisher's Marketplace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;German rights to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tricia Rayburn's SIREN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ullstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, at auction, in a three-book deal, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bastian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Schlueck at the Thomas Schlueck Agency, on behalf of Cecilia de la Campa and Rebecca Sherman at Writers House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So many wonderful presents, and Christmas is still four days away!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4048175905717765497?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4048175905717765497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4048175905717765497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4048175905717765497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4048175905717765497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-say-sirenin-german.html' title='Can You Say &quot;SIREN&quot;...in German?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6392767065277565825</id><published>2009-12-18T08:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:30:27.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Gift to Give this Holiday Season?  LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SyuDyfqNlzI/AAAAAAAADAI/p-HtSWW2wVc/s1600-h/MB3%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SyuDyfqNlzI/AAAAAAAADAI/p-HtSWW2wVc/s200/MB3%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416567880358401842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Maggie get straight As, save the swim team, AND be the best girlfriend ever?  Find out now!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt; is available—four days early—on Amazon and Barnes &amp;amp; Noble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Bean-Love-Tricia-Rayburn/dp/1416987002/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_3"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Bean-Love-Tricia-Rayburn/dp/1416987002/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Maggie-Bean-in-Love/Tricia-Rayburn/e/9781416987000/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=tricia+rayburn"&gt;http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Maggie-Bean-in-Love/Tricia-Rayburn/e/9781416987000/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=tricia+rayburn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6392767065277565825?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6392767065277565825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6392767065277565825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6392767065277565825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6392767065277565825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-gift-to-give-this-holiday-season.html' title='The Best Gift to Give this Holiday Season?  LOVE!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SyuDyfqNlzI/AAAAAAAADAI/p-HtSWW2wVc/s72-c/MB3%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4627267793451587917</id><published>2009-12-17T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:14:14.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Long Island area?  Not done Christmas shopping?</title><content type='html'>I'll be signing copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt; at the Atlantis Marine World Aquarium (&lt;a href="http://www.atlantismarineworld.com"&gt;www.atlantismarineworld.com&lt;/a&gt;) in Riverhead, NY, next Wednesday, December 23, between 11 a.m. and 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other local children's authors will be signing their books, too, so if you're in the area, stop by and pick up some great stocking stuffers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4627267793451587917?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4627267793451587917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4627267793451587917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4627267793451587917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4627267793451587917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-long-island-area-not-done-christmas.html' title='In the Long Island area?  Not done Christmas shopping?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6368044402607950043</id><published>2009-12-09T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:05:02.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SIREN Overseas!</title><content type='html'>I'm thrilled to announce that SIREN will be published in the UK, Australia and New Zealand!  Here are details via thebookseller.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faber signs young-adult fantasy series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="article_info"&gt;    07.12.09     &lt;a href="http://www.thebookseller.com/Victoria+Gallagher"&gt;     Victoria Gallagher    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faber has acquired the rights to a new young-adult fantasy series by Tricia Rayburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pre-emptive deal, publishing director for children's books Julia Heydon-Wells bought UK and Commonwealth rights - excluding Australia and New Zealand - from Angharad Kowal, British rights director at Writers House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series currently comprises three titles, the first of which is called &lt;em&gt;Siren. &lt;/em&gt;The book follows the story of Vanessa, whose elder sister has just died. She investigates a string of water-related-fatalities where the victims are all found eerily grinning from ear to ear. The UK publication date for &lt;em&gt;Siren&lt;/em&gt; is yet to be confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian and New Zealand rights were also sold at auction to Penguin Australia.&lt;/p&gt;More good news to follow as soon as I'm given the green light to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6368044402607950043?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6368044402607950043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6368044402607950043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6368044402607950043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6368044402607950043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/12/siren-overseas.html' title='SIREN Overseas!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8399573020329922523</id><published>2009-12-08T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:11:45.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Tuesday Teaser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt; hits bookstore shelves two weeks from today!  Here's another sneak peek at what's to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At exactly seven o’clock, Maggie stepped out of the limo and onto the long walkway leading to the front doors of the Paradise Cove Country Club.  She couldn’t wait to go inside and see Arnie, but standing there in her mom’s sleeveless black velvet dress with a puffy skirt and sparkly rhinestone hem, the pearl necklace Aunt Violetta had given her for her twelfth birthday, and her favorite pair of black patent leather (one-inch) heels, she felt like something big was about to happen.  Something major.  Something that only happened once in a person’s lifetime.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8399573020329922523?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8399573020329922523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8399573020329922523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8399573020329922523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8399573020329922523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/12/maggie-tuesday-teaser.html' title='Maggie Tuesday Teaser!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-375509090570637304</id><published>2009-11-22T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:46:25.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Bean, Behind the Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt; hits bookstore shelves in ONE MONTH!  Here are some fun factoids to help pass the remaining time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maggie Bean was originally named Lucy Moon.  My agent suggested a name change because she knew of another book with another Lucy Moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melting of Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt; started as an assignment in graduate school.  The assignment was to write the first 30 pages of a young adult novel, but I had so much fun, I kept going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In earlier drafts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melting of Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt;, Maggie was a freshman in high school.  My editor asked me to make her younger to fit Aladdin M!X, Simon and Schuster's line for tweens.  Which is why, if you happen to have one of the first editions, the cover tag line reads, "It's freshman year—can Maggie withstand the heat?"  That error was fixed in subsequent printings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aimee McDougall, Maggie's best friend, was inspired by another Aimee, who was one of my nearest and dearest friends in middle school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Peter Applewood, Maggie's first crush, was inspired by another Peter, who was a good friend and had the locker next to mine in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Both Real-Life Aimee and Real-Life Peter know the very important roles they played in shaping Fictional Aimee and Fictional Peter.  This meant finally coming clean to Real-Life Peter about the years-long crush I had on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Like Maggie, I used to dread the annual mile run in gym class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Unlike Ms. Pinkerton, my gym teachers were actually quite nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melting of Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt;, Maggie works out to Richard Simmons exercise tapes.  Back in high school, I did, too...at least until I discovered Gilad, who wore all black, jogged in place on the beaches of Hawaii, and was generally way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Maggie's experience as a junior camp counselor in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/span&gt; was inspired by my experience as a lifeguard at a local water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Arnie, Maggie's first true love, loves Guitar Hero.  So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ben, Maggie's crush in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/span&gt;, loves "American Idol" karaoke.  So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/span&gt;, Maggie goes house-hunting with her mom and little sister, which is something I used to do with my mom and little sister.  While Mom talked to realtors, my sister and I raced upstairs and chose our bedrooms.  I still remember my favorite house: a blue colonial on Amber Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My middle school didn't have a synchronized swim team, but if it had, I totally would've wanted to be on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt;, Maggie and Arnie go on several romantic dates.  My favorite involves corn, scarecrows, and a twisted ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know more about how Maggie came to be?  Ask away at triciarayburn@gmail.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-375509090570637304?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/375509090570637304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=375509090570637304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/375509090570637304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/375509090570637304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/11/maggie-bean-behind-scenes.html' title='Maggie Bean, Behind the Scenes'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2780650777819861767</id><published>2009-11-09T07:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:31:52.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Maggie Mini!</title><content type='html'>Here's another peek at what's to come in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie would never tell him so, but the more time she spent with Arnie, the more he reminded her of chocolate.  It wasn’t just because he was sweet, or that each time she saw him was like being presented with a beautifully wrapped box of Valentine’s Day candy.  It was because being near him seemed to make all her problems disappear and her stresses melt away, just like bags of Milky Ways and Snickers used to, not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SvgLo_O3nBI/AAAAAAAAC6o/-W8AMlFvtkk/s1600-h/necco-conversation-hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SvgLo_O3nBI/AAAAAAAAC6o/-W8AMlFvtkk/s200/necco-conversation-hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402080551827381266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2780650777819861767?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2780650777819861767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2780650777819861767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2780650777819861767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2780650777819861767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-maggie-mini.html' title='Monday Maggie Mini!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SvgLo_O3nBI/AAAAAAAAC6o/-W8AMlFvtkk/s72-c/necco-conversation-hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3111439422315740531</id><published>2009-11-07T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:49:45.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner is (part 2)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina, from Kenmore, New York!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina answered question #2:&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite school subject and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response:&lt;br /&gt;"My favorite subject is ELA because I love reading and writing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl after my own heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who entered!  And CONGRATULATIONS, CHRISTINA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3111439422315740531?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3111439422315740531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3111439422315740531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3111439422315740531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3111439422315740531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-winner-is-part-2.html' title='And the Winner is (part 2)...'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2636588197245671427</id><published>2009-10-30T08:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:39:09.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SurdwbV7Q6I/AAAAAAAAC2E/YH1HEkYMLqE/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SurdwbV7Q6I/AAAAAAAAC2E/YH1HEkYMLqE/s320/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398370927400141730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an advance copy of SIREN just in time for the year's spookiest holiday! The cover might change some before the official release, but this will give you an idea of just how haunted Vanessa, the main character, is by the events of the summer before her senior year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a line from the back blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something deadly waits beneath the waves off Winter Harbor, and this summer, no one is safe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done so yet and have some time between tricks and treats, be sure to enter the Maggie Bean giveaway contest!  I'll be announcing a winner early next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2636588197245671427?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2636588197245671427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2636588197245671427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2636588197245671427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2636588197245671427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-treat.html' title='Halloween Treat'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SurdwbV7Q6I/AAAAAAAAC2E/YH1HEkYMLqE/s72-c/DSC00914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-250953917850950096</id><published>2009-10-27T07:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:15:34.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than a Magic Genie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SubaLa5SQ-I/AAAAAAAAC1c/7ilUlCtZs38/s1600-h/header-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SubaLa5SQ-I/AAAAAAAAC1c/7ilUlCtZs38/s320/header-3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397241093183128546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aladdin MIX, the super fun line for tweens that Maggie and Ruby are so lucky to be a part of, just launched a new website.  It's pink, girly, and includes information about all their books—with excerpts!  So if you want to learn more about some great authors, AND find out what happens in the first few pages of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt;, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aladdinmix.com/"&gt;www.aladdinmix.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-250953917850950096?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/250953917850950096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=250953917850950096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/250953917850950096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/250953917850950096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/10/better-than-magic-genie.html' title='Better Than a Magic Genie!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SubaLa5SQ-I/AAAAAAAAC1c/7ilUlCtZs38/s72-c/header-3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-5332040655872730624</id><published>2009-10-20T07:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:57:37.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>It's October 20th, and you know what that means—&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love &lt;/span&gt;hits shelves in two months and two days!  It also means  Christmas is in two months and five days.  I don't know about you, but I'm pretty excited for both events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other exciting updates:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/span&gt; will be available as an e-book on October 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've seen the preliminary cover for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt;, and it's ADORABLE.  So colorful and sparkly and fun!  I'll share it as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've also seen the preliminary cover for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren&lt;/span&gt;, and it's SPOOKY.  So murky and sparkly and fun in its own way&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I should be getting my advance copies any day (yay!), and I'll post some pictures as soon as I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. With both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siren &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt; revisions done, I'm free and clear to work on a new project.  I've started two, one young adult and one younger adult (for tweens), and I'm loving both!  Starting new projects is kind of like opening presents on Christmas morning, except you get to do it whenever you want.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In other holiday news...I might've started listening to Christmas music already.  I know it's a little early, but I couldn't help it!  Christmas decorations are up in stores, it feels like winter outside, and I'm all for maximizing the season.  Plus, radio stations will start playing Christmas music non-stop in a few weeks, so I'm just getting warmed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In still other holiday news, Halloween is right around the corner.  Have you entered this month's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt; giveaway contest?  See my last blog post for details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-5332040655872730624?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5332040655872730624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=5332040655872730624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5332040655872730624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5332040655872730624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-294011655508653685</id><published>2009-10-01T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:56:20.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carly, from Mill Valley, California!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving many WONDERFUL entries in the Maggie Bean giveaway contest, I wrote down everyone's names on little pieces of paper, mixed them up, and chose this month's winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly answered question #5:&lt;br /&gt;As we also know, fruit and vegetables are better for us than M&amp;amp;M's and Reese's Pieces...but sometimes only candy will do. What's your favorite kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response:&lt;br /&gt;"My favorite candy is Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. They could be called healthy because they are peanut butter and chocolate, which comes from a bean, at least that's what I convinced my mom. I like them because they're like heaven on Earth. I love chocolate, especially when it's the creamy outer coating of a peanut butter candy! It's kind of hard to explain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think you explained it perfectly, Carly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sent in a response, THANK YOU!  I loved reading your thoughts about school, gym, and candy.  And you're automatically entered in this month's contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't send in a response, it's not too late!  Just answer any of the first five questions (please see my post from 9/8), OR one of the following, by 10/31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's October, and you know what that means—Halloween's right around the corner!  As you can probably guess, Maggie loves trick-or-treating (but especially treating), so this is one of her favorite holidays.  What will you dress up as this year?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't decided on this year's costume yet, do you have a favorite that you've worn in the past?  What was it?  (Send a picture, and you'll be entered to win twice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again!  And CONGRATULATIONS, CARLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-294011655508653685?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/294011655508653685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=294011655508653685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/294011655508653685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/294011655508653685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner is...'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8504476005117479485</id><published>2009-09-28T07:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:48:41.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Maggie Mini!</title><content type='html'>Here's a sneak peek at what's to come in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arnie got out of the car and came around to her side.  She thanked his driver for the ride, and took Arnie’s hand when he opened the door.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If things felt different before, now they felt like part of someone else’s life.  As they walked up the winding stone path to the restaurant’s entrance, she took it all in—the sprawling green lawn, beds of colorful flowers, birds chirping overhead, and large, sparkling lake, visible through The Lodge’s many windows—and wondered how she, boring old Maggie Bean, had gotten there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three days&lt;/span&gt; to enter to win a signed copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melting of Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/span&gt;!  Thanks so much to all who have entered so far—I've loved reading your responses and will announce the winner later this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8504476005117479485?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8504476005117479485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8504476005117479485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8504476005117479485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8504476005117479485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-maggie-mini.html' title='Monday Maggie Mini!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-2430172991687306760</id><published>2009-09-23T07:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:06:56.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Convert?</title><content type='html'>So, I've never understood the whole football thing.  I enjoy watching most sports, especially live, but football?  Not so much.  Anytime I tried watching a game, I was pretty much immediately bored.  It took the players forever to move a foot down the field, the game stopped every few seconds, and the players often got extremely angry for no apparent reason.  Five minutes in (which is, like, a half an hour in real time), I'd be reading or surfing the web, and looking up only when the real fan on the couch next to me started yelling or cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then something changed: I watched "Friday Night Lights."  The TV show, not the movie (though I hear that's good, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show takes place in a small Texas town where EVERYTHING revolves around the Dillon Panthers, the high school football team.  The players are community gods, and in the eyes of town residents, can do no wrong.  (Unless they lose—then all sorts of heck breaks loose.)  And they aren't just ball-throwing neanderthals...they're smart.  Dedicated.  Passionate.  They occasionally take advantage of the perks of their positions, but mostly just work really hard under an extraordinary amount of pressure to win games and make fans happy.  And as I watched the show and came to know the main players—Jason Street, the star quarterback who's paralyzed during a game in the first episode, Matt Saracen, the shy QB2 who takes care of his grandma with no help from his absentee parents, Tim Riggins, the cute brooder who lives with his older brother—I came to care about how they did on the field.  Because I knew how much it mattered to them not just in that moment, in that game, but in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, football was fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last weekend, the Giants played the Cowboys.  I still had a book and my laptop nearby while the game was on, but found myself paying more attention than usual.  I even asked questions about rules and various plays, which I never cared about before.  But I cared then because I understood a little more how much the players cared.  And because the players weren't just angry men in tight pants, but grown-up versions of Jason Street, Matt Saracen, and Tim Riggins.  I wondered what their stories were, what they went through in order to get to where they were.  A TV show has to be really, REALLY good to sway how you feel about something in real life, so if you're on the fence about football and haven't seen "Friday Night Lights," definitely check it out.  The season's barely begun, after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there are seven days left in the Maggie Bean contest!  Enter to win at triciarayburn@gmail.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-2430172991687306760?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2430172991687306760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=2430172991687306760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2430172991687306760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/2430172991687306760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-convert.html' title='Football Convert?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-4187872103581972619</id><published>2009-09-08T10:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:44:03.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Win Signed Copies of Maggie!</title><content type='html'>There's only one thing Maggie Bean loves more than chocolate, and that's the start of a new school year.  Everything about it makes her happy: new classes, new pencils, new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;.  To celebrate the start of this school year and the upcoming release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean in Love&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be giving away signed copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melting of Maggie Bean &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie Bean Stays Afloat&lt;/span&gt; each month between now and December! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter to win, all you have to do is email me at triciarayburn@gmail.com with an answer to one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you like most about school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your favorite subject and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melting of Maggie Bean&lt;/span&gt;, Maggie dreads the annual mile run in gym class.  Do you love or loathe gym?  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As we know, Maggie tends to munch when she's stressed.  When homework and tests start piling up, do you have any tricks or routines that help you stay focused?  If so, what are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As we also know, fruit and vegetables are better for us than M&amp;amp;M's and Reese's Pieces...but sometimes only candy will do.  What's your favorite kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to write as little or much as you'd like!  I'll choose the first winner on September 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to read your answers, and hope your school year's off to a great start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-4187872103581972619?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4187872103581972619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=4187872103581972619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4187872103581972619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/4187872103581972619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/09/win-signed-copies-of-maggie.html' title='Win Signed Copies of Maggie!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7472412509493963594</id><published>2009-08-23T11:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:57:15.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Great &amp; Powerful Oz!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that Dorothy, Toto, and the gang made their big-screen debut in August, 1939—70 years ago!  To celebrate seven decades of munchkins and merriment, a digitally remastered DVD collection and a hi-def Blu-Ray edition will be released next month, and movie theaters across the country will host one-night screenings throughout the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious Oz fans can attend OZtoberFEST (&lt;a href="http://www.oztoberfest.com/"&gt;www.oztoberfest.com&lt;/a&gt;) in Wamego, Kansas, a town that has apparently embraced all things Oz more than any other in the state.  Taking place October 3-4, the festival will feature appearances by four of the original munchkins, autographs with Roger and Robert Baum, great-grandsons of L. Frank Baum, hot air balloon rides, a display of dresses worn by Judy Garland in the movie, and special presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll make it to Kansas, unfortunately, but I do plan to attend the one-night screening in my area on September 23.  And I'll celebrate again in May, with the release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby's Slippers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI, Ruby loves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;.  LOVES it. It's her favorite movie of all time—and for very good reason!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SpFmGqxgBQI/AAAAAAAACPw/ykRGXXt3YQg/s1600-h/wizard-of-oz-dvdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SpFmGqxgBQI/AAAAAAAACPw/ykRGXXt3YQg/s200/wizard-of-oz-dvdcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373188095176869122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7472412509493963594?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7472412509493963594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7472412509493963594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7472412509493963594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7472412509493963594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-great-powerful-oz.html' title='Happy Birthday, Great &amp; Powerful Oz!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SpFmGqxgBQI/AAAAAAAACPw/ykRGXXt3YQg/s72-c/wizard-of-oz-dvdcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3233146251539064895</id><published>2009-07-31T18:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:40:19.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Bean in Love &amp; Justice Stores</title><content type='html'>This just in from the Publisher's Weekly Children's Bookshelf Newsletter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Schuster’s Aladdin Mix imprint has partnered with tween-centric Justice stores (formerly Limited Too) to promote a different Aladdin Mix title each month, both in 900 stores nationwide as well as online. The first featured book, for the month of July, is &lt;em&gt;Liberty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Porter, First Daughter &lt;/em&gt;by Julia DeVillers. Subsequent books in the promotion will be &lt;em&gt;Things Are Gonna Get Ugly &lt;/em&gt;by Hillary Homzie, &lt;em&gt;Four Truths and a Lie&lt;/em&gt; by Lauren Barnholdt, DeVillers’s &lt;em&gt;Trading Faces&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Maggie Bean in Love &lt;/em&gt;by Tricia Rayburn and &lt;em&gt;The Cupid Chronicles &lt;/em&gt;by Coleen Murtagh Paratore. An excerpt from &lt;em&gt;Liberty Porter &lt;/em&gt;is currently available on the Justice website.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.hotcoolstuff.shopjustice.com/rockin-reads"&gt;http://www.hotcoolstuff.shopjustice.com/rockin-reads&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SnNyaDqOqBI/AAAAAAAACFo/qAXnvmj8qpk/s1600-h/July30InBriefRockinReads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SnNyaDqOqBI/AAAAAAAACFo/qAXnvmj8qpk/s200/July30InBriefRockinReads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364757373112985618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3233146251539064895?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3233146251539064895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3233146251539064895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3233146251539064895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3233146251539064895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/maggie-bean-in-love-justice-stores.html' title='Maggie Bean in Love &amp; Justice Stores'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/SnNyaDqOqBI/AAAAAAAACFo/qAXnvmj8qpk/s72-c/July30InBriefRockinReads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7966500659862702240</id><published>2009-07-26T08:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:53:47.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And...We're Back!</title><content type='html'>Back in May, I said I would no longer be updating this blog...but because Google loves Blogger, and because it finds things in entries here that it doesn't on my regular website, I'm giving it another go.   To make up for lost time, I've re-posted below entries written since the switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still update my website with information about me and my books, but for now, you can find the blog here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7966500659862702240?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7966500659862702240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7966500659862702240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7966500659862702240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7966500659862702240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/andwere-back.html' title='And...We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8396616285809460100</id><published>2009-07-26T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:51:24.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And She's Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby’s Slippers&lt;/span&gt; is done!  I sent the first draft to Kate the Great (my editor) on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A range of emotions always accompanies the initial send-off.  I’m excited that what started as a simple idea made up of a few sentences has grown into an entire book.  I’m relieved that the book’s temporarily done.  I’m eager—and a little nervous—for my editor’s feedback.  I’m anxious to revise until the book’s as good as can be.  I’m nostalgic for the fun times my characters and I just shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also a little lost.  When I’m working on a project (especially one with a deadline!), I’m IN it.  I write and revise for weeks on end, sometimes longer, depending on the book.  Whenever I’m not writing or revising, I’m outlining, or plotting, or thinking about how to improve what’s already been done.  If I take a whole day off and am too busy to sit in front of the computer and too distracted to even think about the project, I can’t wait to wake up the next morning and get back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, breaks are good.  Everyone needs them.  And after working so intensely for so long, my brain definitely welcomes the chance to recharge.  But I know it’s only a matter of days before I’m ready to dive into the next project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the problem becomes: Which one?  I’ve been kicking around several ideas lately, including a spooky ‘tween series and a super romantic young adult novel.  I’m already tempted to start jotting down notes and fleshing out characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first thing’s first.  There will be plenty of time to decide...after the break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8396616285809460100?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8396616285809460100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8396616285809460100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8396616285809460100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8396616285809460100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-shes-off.html' title='And She&apos;s Off!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-8832826521933995665</id><published>2009-07-25T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:50:56.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby's on Amazon! (originally posted 7/9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="padding-top: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;There’s not much to see since the cover’s still in the works...but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style_1"&gt;Ruby’s Slippers&lt;/span&gt; is on Amazon!  It’s described as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style_1"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;meets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style_1"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;, and has a release date of May 4, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;As for the cover, my wonderful editor sent me a note last week with the current concept and samples by the artist they plan to use.  I don’t want to say too much, too soon, but here’s a hint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Shoe-bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;I know I’m excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-8832826521933995665?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8832826521933995665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=8832826521933995665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8832826521933995665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/8832826521933995665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/rubys-on-amazon-originally-posted-79.html' title='Ruby&apos;s on Amazon! (originally posted 7/9)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-3754039901715988618</id><published>2009-07-25T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:50:43.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, Toto, Run! (originally posted 6/27)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="padding-top: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;I read in a local paper that it rained 23 of the first 26 days of June.  I haven’t been keeping track, but given that our grass seems to be a fast-growing distant relative of Audrey II in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style_1"&gt;Little Shop of Horrors&lt;/span&gt;, that sounds about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;It rained again yesterday.  And thundered.  The shih tzu’s not particularly fond of thunderstorms, so at the end of the day, when the clouds finally parted, we headed to one of our favorite spots to trot off the trauma.  The sky was still fairly muted, and despite the earlier downpour, the air was thick with humidity, but I was sure that after pummeling our stretch of sand all day, Mother Nature would be content to take the night off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;I was wrong.  We’d gone less than a mile when the clouds returned.  I didn’t think much of it until they darkened, shifted, and sank low enough that I could reach up and touch them.  They descended so quickly and moved in such a way that I was seriously watching for funnel formation.  And I wasn’t the only one—as the rain and lightning started and we booked it to the car, a passing cyclist called out, “Run, Toto, run!”  At which point, of course, Murphy decided to pull on the leash and sit down.  In the middle of the parking lot.  In the middle of a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Thankfully, the clouds continued to shift without spiraling all the way down, but the scene was still like something out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style_1"&gt;Twister&lt;/span&gt;.  Joggers sprinted, dogs barked, cyclists flew.  One cyclist took a particularly nasty spill, and another slowed enough to grab him by the arm and yank him up before pedaling on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;I’m no Helen Hunt and my digital camera’s no Dorothy (the tornado data recorder Hunt’s character created), but together we managed a few shots of the storm’s progression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;Click here for pictures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.me.com/triciarayburn/Tricia_Rayburn/Blog/Entries/2009/6/27_Run%2C_Toto%2C_Run%21.html"&gt;http://web.me.com/triciarayburn/Tricia_Rayburn/Blog/Entries/2009/6/27_Run%2C_Toto%2C_Run!.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-3754039901715988618?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3754039901715988618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=3754039901715988618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3754039901715988618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/3754039901715988618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/run-toto-run-originally-posted-627.html' title='Run, Toto, Run! (originally posted 6/27)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-1621985095260547693</id><published>2009-07-25T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:50:21.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little House, Big Life (originally posted 6/25)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/Smu63aM-4fI/AAAAAAAACEQ/JXXcaTBgwig/s1600-h/prairie_tale_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/Smu63aM-4fI/AAAAAAAACEQ/JXXcaTBgwig/s200/prairie_tale_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362585242404053490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="text-content style_External_410_1435" style="padding: 0px;"&gt;               &lt;div class="style"&gt;                 &lt;p style="padding-top: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;Like most girls growing up in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, I loved “Little House on the Prairie.”  Loosely based on the wonderful books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, the show featured Melissa Gilbert as Laura, a spunky, adorable “Half Pint” who lived with her family near the small town of Walnut Grove in the late 1800s.  I loved everything about the show: the opening shot of Laura, Mary, and Carrie running through a field, the Ingalls’ home, Laura’s close relationship with Pa, bratty Nellie Oleson, their simple-yet-extremely-complicated life, and so much more.  Most of all, I loved watching Laura find her way in and out of sticky situations.  No matter what she did or how much trouble she got into, her family was always there to help.  And while life on the prairie presented many challenges (blizzards, tornados, fires, bad crops, illness), all in all, I thought Laura was one lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Which was I was so excited to pick up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style_1"&gt;Prairie Tale&lt;/span&gt;, Melissa Gilbert’s new memoir.  I couldn’t wait to dive in and learn all sorts of little-known, behind-the-scenes secrets of one of my favorite childhood shows and stars.  Who got along on set?  Who didn’t?  How fun was it to grow up on such a successful show?  What was life like post-prairie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Well, I learned everything I wanted to know about Melissa Gilbert...and a few things I probably didn’t!  Here are some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li value="1" style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the first 24 hours of her life, Melissa was known as “Baby Girl.”  She was then adopted by an entertainment super-couple in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="2"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She and Michael Landon, who played Pa, had a very special relationship.  He was like the father she never really had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="3"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She didn’t really get along with Melissa Sue Anderson, who played Laura’s older sister Mary.  She was, however, great friends with Alison Arngrim, who played mean Nellie Oleson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="4"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jonathan Gilbert, her brother, played Willie Oleson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="5"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She hated filming romantic scenes with Dean Butler, who played Laura’s husband Almanzo.  Melissa was only 15 when their on-screen relationship progressed, and Dean was several years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="6"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She considered herself a dorky, sheltered kid, and as a result, had difficulty transitioning to adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="7"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She had a nose job...and other elective surgery.  Sometimes more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="8"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She dated Rob Lowe on and off for six years.  They were engaged at one point, but eventually called it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="9"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She hung out with and/or dated many other famous boys/men, including Scott Baio, Tom Cruise, and John Cusack.  Kiefer Sutherland is apparently still in love with her, but Melissa’s happily married to Bruce Boxleitner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="10"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Despite making countless TV movies, she’s always been a little self-conscious around other “big screen” actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="11"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She served two terms as president of the Screen Actors Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="12"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While hanging out with friends, she was invited to Michael Jackson’s ranch—by Michael Jackson.  That same night, she and her friends chose to hang out with Liza Minnelli instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="13"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sara Gilbert, who played Darlene on “Roseanne,” is her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="14"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Throughout her life, she’s struggled with a variety of addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                                  &lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;I’ll stop there for those who want to read the book...but the main thing I took away?  Despite blizzards, tornados, fire, bad crops, illness, and a host of other problems, growing up on the prairie was, in some ways, much easier than growing up in Hollywood! &lt;/p&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/4850825684963733123-1621985095260547693?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1621985095260547693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=1621985095260547693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1621985095260547693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1621985095260547693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-house-big-life-originally-posted.html' title='Little House, Big Life (originally posted 6/25)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/Smu63aM-4fI/AAAAAAAACEQ/JXXcaTBgwig/s72-c/prairie_tale_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-1199866758372173827</id><published>2009-07-25T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:50:07.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Office Rotation (originally posted 6/17)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="padding-top: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;I usually write in one of five places, each of which has its own set of pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="style_1"&gt;Home Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Pros: close by, no showering necessary, fun breaks with the shih tzu, free coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Cons: sometimes too close by, no showering necessary, unlimited procrastination opportunities (i.e. internet, laundry, cleaning, fun breaks with the shih tzu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Pros: close by, comfy chairs, no internet, good coffee, Frappuccinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Cons: restricted hours (i.e. off-limits pretty much all summer, when our location’s overrun with vacationers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Pros: close by, outdoor seating, limited but adequate coffee selection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Cons: free internet, restricted hours (meal times too busy/distracting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Pros: location provides good driving/thinking time, surrounding books provide inspiration, no internet, less-than-stellar coffee selection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Cons: at 45 minutes away, sometimes too much driving/thinking time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Pros: location provides great driving/thinking time, surrounding books provide inspiration, in-house Starbucks, comfy chairs, ideal atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Cons: at over an hour away, sometimes too much driving/thinking time, free internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;In a perfect world, I’d be at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble every day; but in this world, where B&amp;amp;N is so far away, I usually only get there once every other week.  Rotating between the rest usually works well, but with Starbucks out of commission for the next two months, I think it might be time to add a temporary substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Like, the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;This one’s tricky.  The beach has many pros—it’s close by, outside, internet-free, and gorgeous—but it also has some serious cons.  Namely, sand.  The sun offers its own challenges, but a good umbrella can take care most of those.  The sand, however, always finds a way to infiltrate everything you bring to the beach, no matter how hard you try to protect against it.  I could drive to the beach and work in my car without ever getting out, and sand would still find a way in.  And if the sand got to my laptop, that’d it for my office rotation.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Still, I think it might be worth the risk.  Especially on days like today, when the sky’s blue, the sun’s shining...and Barnes &amp;amp; Noble is still so far away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-1199866758372173827?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1199866758372173827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=1199866758372173827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1199866758372173827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/1199866758372173827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-office-rotation-originally.html' title='Summer Office Rotation (originally posted 6/17)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-685749286415735727</id><published>2009-07-25T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:49:56.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrential Rain = Foiled Plan (originally posted 6/9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="padding-top: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;I had big plans for today.  Big plans I’d been planning—and putting off—for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;I was going to cut the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;This might not sound like a big deal...but our yard, though small, is actually a hill.  And it’s been raining a lot, so the grass is tall enough that Murphy looks like a lion skulking through the African savanna whenever he walks through.  And our poor excuse for a lawnmower is currently held together by a shoelace.  All of which makes cutting the grass as daunting a task as climbing Mount Everest in flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;But I was going to do it.  For Murphy.  And for our mailman, who probably won’t want to brave the harsh savanna once it swallows our mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Unfortunately, my big plans have been delayed.  Because I woke up this morning to the sound of rain dancing across the roof.  And later today, we’re supposed to be hit with severe thunderstorms.  Which means by the time the skies clear and I drag the broken lawnmower out of the garage again, the grass will likely be a foot taller than it is now.  That shoelace better be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;But the news isn’t all bad!  Rainy days are bad for outdoor productivity, but great for indoor productivity.  I’m going to work on &lt;span class="style_1"&gt;Ruby’s Slippers&lt;/span&gt; and continue reading &lt;span class="style_1"&gt;How to Say Goodbye in Robot&lt;/span&gt; by Natalie Standiford, which I picked up at BEA.  I’m going to keep writing and reading till I can’t write or read anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  Or until the grass reaches the windows and turns day into night.  Whichever comes first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-685749286415735727?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/685749286415735727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=685749286415735727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/685749286415735727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/685749286415735727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/torrential-rain-foiled-plan-originally.html' title='Torrential Rain = Foiled Plan (originally posted 6/9)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-7844014449903604723</id><published>2009-07-25T21:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:49:45.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egmont Faces (originally posted 6/3)</title><content type='html'>Egmont hosted a “Coffee and Kringles” gathering at their BEA booth Saturday afternoon.  I had no idea what kringle was before this (and kept picturing churros, which aren’t even close), but soon found out that it’s a Danish filled pastry. Totally apropos for Egmont USA’s launch, since the entire company is based in Denmark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="style"&gt;                                  &lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;Here are a few shots from the event. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/Smu4IwQ6SPI/AAAAAAAACEA/Oy88dTkE458/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/Smu4IwQ6SPI/AAAAAAAACEA/Oy88dTkE458/s200/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362582241849002226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;" class="Body"&gt;Doug Pocock (EVP, Egmont USA), me, Rob McMenemy (SVP and Managing Director, Egmont UK)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/Smu4ZSq_s9I/AAAAAAAACEI/Kg7uZr-8ULU/s1600-h/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/Smu4ZSq_s9I/AAAAAAAACEI/Kg7uZr-8ULU/s200/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362582525963121618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;" class="Body"&gt;Rob McMenemy, Pam Bachorz (author), Elizabeth Law (Publisher, Egmont USA), me, Doug Pocock, Chris Myers (author), Jennifer Barnes (author), Kristin Venuti (author), Walter Dean Myers (author)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-7844014449903604723?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7844014449903604723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=7844014449903604723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7844014449903604723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/7844014449903604723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/egmont-faces-originally-posted-63.html' title='Egmont Faces (originally posted 6/3)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXvAtsAVfEs/Smu4IwQ6SPI/AAAAAAAACEA/Oy88dTkE458/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-153757550050429795</id><published>2009-07-25T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:49:23.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answers to My BEA Questions (originally posted 6/1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="padding-top: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;As predicted, BEA was a blast!  I got to spend time with the entire Egmont USA team, meet other authors, hang out with my agent, and load up on lots of great new books.  I also did a little shopping, which is always fun—especially in NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;The only way the weekend could’ve gone any better was if I hadn’t walked all the way across town in fairly new shoes shortly after my arrival, and if my feet hadn’t punished me for the following 48 hours.  But, you live, you learn!  And I definitely learned not to take any chances next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;I also learned the answers to last Friday’s pre-BEA questions.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li value="1" style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="2"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="3"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m guessing probably not, even though I didn’t get the chance to find out for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="4"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="5"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If taking cabs everywhere, yes.  If walking across town, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="6"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11, give or take.  And I had to buy more when my stash from home ran out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="7"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="line-height: 20px; padding-left: 17px; text-indent: -17px;" class="full-width" value="8"&gt;                     &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;I was so busy I didn’t take many pictures, but there should be some floating around that I’ll try to find and share here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  I hope you had as wonderful a weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-153757550050429795?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/153757550050429795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=153757550050429795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/153757550050429795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/153757550050429795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/answers-to-my-bea-questions-originally.html' title='The Answers to My BEA Questions (originally posted 6/1)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-6222165204841881573</id><published>2009-07-25T21:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:49:06.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Books (originally posted 5/29)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="padding-top: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;I’m headed to NYC for BEA today!  This is my first time attending, and I can’t wait.  I mean, I get excited just going to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, and this afternoon I’ll be going to an entire convention center FILLED with books!  I hope I can control my excitement enough to make somewhat intelligent/witty/coherent conversation with other attendees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;Additional concerns and questions include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;1. Will I be able to find the Egmont booth without enlisting the assistance of Javits Center security?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;2. Will I be able to track down my favorite authors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;3. If I DO track down my favorite authors, will I be able to tell them how much I admire their work without sounding like an obsessed groupie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style_1"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;4. 4. Will the rain hold off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style_1"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;M5. My shoes are cute, but are they NYC-appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Bullet"  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style_1"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;6. 6. Per question #5, how many Band-Aids will I go through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                   &lt;p style="text-indent: -17px;" class="paragraph_style_3"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;7. 7. Is there a Starbucks near my hotel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="paragraph_style_4"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;8. Do I really want to add caffeine to the natural buzz I already have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="paragraph_style_2"&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style_1"&gt;Only time will tell!  I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures and post a recap early next week.  Until then, have a GREAT weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-6222165204841881573?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6222165204841881573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=6222165204841881573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6222165204841881573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/6222165204841881573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-of-books-originally-posted-529.html' title='Weekend of Books (originally posted 5/29)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844418208005963133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOkUy66A07I/TejD5ZApH_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/1DLYMAtjGQU/s220/DSC02698.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850825684963733123.post-5656137186398259709</id><published>2009-07-25T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:48:13.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egmont USA to Launch at BEA This Weekend! (originally posted 5/27)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="padding-top: 0pt;" class="Body"&gt;Egmont USA (SIREN’s publisher!) will launch their first line at Book Expo America this weekend.  I’ll be attending the festivities, and am so excited to meet the team and other Egmont authors.  From my experiences so far, they seem like an incredibly dedicated, hard-working, enthusiastic bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Here’s an article about the launch, courtesy of Publisher’s Weekly and thebookseller.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;" class="style_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;Egmont set for BEA US launch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;27.05.09 Caroline Horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;Egmont USA is to launch its first children's list at Book Expo America this week as a showcase for 15 titles that will be published this autumn. The list is largely home-grown but includes such UK titles as Sir Charlie Stinky Socks and the Really Big Adventure by Kristina Stephenson and Mike Wilks' Mirrorscape, as well as co-acquisitions between the UK and US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;Egmont's move into the US follows that of Walker Books, Bloomsbury, and most recently, Macmillan. Egmont UK managing director Rob McMenemy said the decision to launch in the US "came out of an awareness that authors we publish such as Jenny Nimmo and Frank Beddor were going on to become huge stars in the US, but we didn't have the US publishing rights".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;The UK and US teams will work closely with a view to acquiring globally. He added: "We have a virtual team spanning the US and UK which works very closely together, both reading manuscripts  and acting as scouts for each other." Pam Bachorz's Candor was the first joint acquisition for Egmont UK, USA and joint venture company, Hardie Grant Egmont in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;The launch list includes two picture books, six core fiction and seven YA novels, chosen from more than 350 manuscripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;Egmont USA executive vice-president Doug Pocock said: "Our focus is on creating quality fiction from middle grade through to YA. We've noticed a real increase in strong fiction for teens but we remain committed to building a balanced list and are seeking exciting projects in each category."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;The company will publish 30 to 40 original titles each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;The US office has a core team of eight staff including publisher Elizabeth Law and executive editor Regina Griffin, with support from freelance staff. Random House will handle sales and distribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;It will take several years for the US venture to contribute to the bottom line, said McMenemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;He added: "We have entered the market for the long-term and we are only just in the development phase for the list and the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;" class="style_2"&gt;"An investment of this scale will always take some time to pay back and we do not expect profit for a few years yet."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850825684963733123-5656137186398259709?l=triciarayburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5656137186398259709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850825684963733123&amp;postID=5656137186398259709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5656137186398259709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850825684963733123/posts/default/5656137186398259709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciarayburn.blogspot.com/2009/07/egmont-usa-to-launch-at-bea-this.html' title='Egmont USA to Launch at BEA This Weekend! 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