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	<title>Write A Book With Teen Fiction Novelist Robin Rice At The Mayden Chronicles</title>
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	<description>New Media Education On How To Write A Book</description>
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		<title>First Draft&#8230;DONE!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Robin Rice shares the ending... and beginning... processes once the first draft of a novel is done!]]></description>
		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2010/01/02/first-draft-done/</link>
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		<title>Chapter 29, First Draft (LAST CHAPTER!)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If the hill to Helene was hard to climb, it feels impossible to descend. Each step is crushing my very soul. 

Everyone, every animal, is watching me leave. Watching my failure—even before I began anything of earnest. I don’t understand any of this in any solid way. 
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		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2010/01/01/chapter-29-first-draft-last-chapter/</link>
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		<title>Chapter 28, First Draft</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Somewhere between taking off in a flat out run and meeting up with Anna, an odd thought struck me: Should she be drinking wine? For the past eighteen months she’s been drugged up and nearly dead to the world. Now she’s standing, gesturing, laughing…and drinking? I don’t know why that thought, in particular, came to me. But it did, and now that I’ve caught up to her, I’m both ecstatically excited to see her walking around, and worried, too. Something isn’t right.

“Anna!” I say, nearly running into her, out of breath.

“Mayden!” she replies, seemingly as delighted to see me as I 
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		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2009/12/30/chapter-28-first-draft/</link>
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		<title>Chapter 27, First Draft</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“I think we’re ready,” I say to Michael and Jake, who are at the door, ready to welcome guests. In one way, it’s sort of weird having them here together. But in another way, it feels perfectly normal. Like of course there are two awesome, gorgeous, totally amazing guys I didn’t even know a month ago at my front door. MY front door, welcoming guests to MY party.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2009/12/29/chapter-27-first-draft/</link>
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		<title>Chapter 26, First Draft</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’ve just done the math and I think I will surely vomit from nerves.

A hundred folding chairs waiting are for me outside on the lawn, each with a fabric cover here inside the laundry room with little Cinderella me. They are sealed in a heavy tough plastic that needs to be 1) carefully cut open—no ripping and tearing these buggers, 2) STEAMED for wrinkles—per detailed package instructions, 3) pulled tight over the seat frames, and 4) tied into a bow on the back. I’m thinking a bad job will take five minutes, a good job ten…each. One hundred times the minimum five minutes and I have five hundred minutes of work in chairs alone. I don’t want to think about how many hours that is, because when you add to that the other gazillion items yet to be done, each of which has it’s own five to fifteen to fifty minutes associated with it, it becomes crystal clear that I will not accomplish my tasks in the exactly three hours and seventeen minutes I have before people start arriving.

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		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2009/12/28/chapter-26-first-draft-7/</link>
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		<title>Editing Chapter 26 And On&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 26 and rolling... check out where we are and the final stretch!
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		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2009/12/26/editing-chapter-26-and-on/</link>
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		<title>Chapter 25, First Draft</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m thinking this means I have a boyfriend. 

Maybe.

I keep thinking about him. Jake. My boyfriend. Maybe.

I hadn’t remembered about the dreams he has been appearing in until he said something. Or, rather, did a mind-meld about it. And since then I’ve been remembering more and more: He’s been visiting in my dreams ever since I met him. I just wasn’t fully aware of it. But now I am. And the most amazing thing, the very most amazing thing in the entire world of all of this, is that he’s said he loves me at the end of every single dream. Like, a lot of times. And I said it back, too. 

Can you really do that though, go from nothing to love as fast as I’m gunning the car to get to Anna? I want to ask her that. I need to ask her that. But I think I know what she will say already. She’ll say I didn’t ever NOT love Jake. At least, I hope that is what she will say. 

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		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2009/12/19/chapter-25-first-draft/</link>
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		<title>Chapter 24, First Draft</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“I can’t do it!” I nearly scream at Bea, handing her the stuck jar of artichoke hearts like everything—every single last thing on earth—is her fault.

She takes it, giving me a look I don’t understand, and opens it easily. “Use your belly next time,” she says.

“To open a jar?” I ask, sarcastic, rolling my eyes, like I sometimes do with Dad or Sally. That’s pushing it, I realize, but it’s a pushing it kind of day. 
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		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2009/12/11/chapter-twenty-four-first-draft/</link>
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		<title>Chapter 23, First Draft</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If you ever have the chance to be nowhere, I highly suggest it. Seriously. It’s like nothing you have ever known. Like being up with the stars on the darkest night, when they are just popping, only you don’t see them, you feel them. And you can dance like you had no weight at all. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2009/11/07/chapter-23-first-draft/</link>
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		<title>Where We Are&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Just a quick note to everyone about the writing process. I&#8217;ve taken some time to step back, create a  &#8220;map&#8221; of all the details, and am now editing the first 22 chapters to make sure we are ready for the last 8 chapters&#8230; it may be a few more weeks before there is a new [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.maydenchronicles.com/2009/10/03/where-we-are/</link>
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