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Welcome to my work in progress.  I hope you will enjoy this journey through the lives of my characters as much as I do.  They unfold before me, and you are invited to comment, critique, and contribute to the success of my first attempt at storytelling.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/219501" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/218755" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/216822" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/219501"><title>Memories Bind as Our Lives Unwind  -  Excerpt No. 3</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/219501</link><description>They’d lived here since the beginning, when the neighborhood was nothing more than a barren housing development. Stacey gazed out of her upstairs bedroom window. Past the snow-coated rooftops lay the Cascade Range. As her eyes adjusted to the dwindling light, the last rays of sun fell upon the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/218755"><title>Tick Tock the Wretched Clock.  What Will Tomorrow Bring? Excerpt No. 2</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/218755</link><description>Stacey’s mom slapped the cell phone shut. “Crap!” “What’s up?” Stacey let Mercury jump to the food dish. “Oh, never mind. Just another botched job.” Helen Colewood was ten parts business, one part pushover. Stacey admired her stamina these days. Colewood Interiors, her decorating company, was...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/216822"><title>What a mad cat -- soon to be crazy over the whole affair.  Excerpt No. 1</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sheilake/216822</link><description>"Mercury's such a loser." "Don't talk about my cat that way. Your stinky dog is the loser." "You started it! You and your stupid cat." Tony's impatient voice roused the animal at his side. Bear, his lifelong companion, sniffed the matted fluff ball on Stacey's lap. Discovering only more fur, with...</description></item></rdf:RDF>