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		By: Jo		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jo]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I would imagine loving what you are doing is half the battle. As a youngster I loved to write poetry. As an oldster I don&#039;t feel the urge or the love any more so don&#039;t do it.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I am very glad you love what your doing Glenda, I love what you write. And, Satima, I have confidence you will get there.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would imagine loving what you are doing is half the battle. As a youngster I loved to write poetry. As an oldster I don&#8217;t feel the urge or the love any more so don&#8217;t do it.</p>
<p>I am very glad you love what your doing Glenda, I love what you write. And, Satima, I have confidence you will get there.</p>
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		By: glenda larke		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 05:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Satima, I started with my first book aged nine or ten. It took me an awful loooooooong time to get to publication. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What kept me going was not so much the belief that I would get there one day, but that I just loved what I was doing. So keep on...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Satima, I started with my first book aged nine or ten. It took me an awful loooooooong time to get to publication. </p>
<p>What kept me going was not so much the belief that I would get there one day, but that I just loved what I was doing. So keep on&#8230;</p>
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		By: Satima Flavell		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Satima Flavell]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 05:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You&#039;re the second of my writer friends who did it that way. It makes me feel I&#039;m wasting my time. I&#039;ve had loads of help and support through writing classes and groups over the last five years (and I was writing alone for seven years before that) and I still show little sign of being any good. Sometimes I wonder why I bother - but if I stop, I miss it. I kind of miss it like you miss banging your head against a wall, but I miss it, all the same. I miss the fun of playing with my imaginary friends on the screen, as Robin Hobb puts it:-)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh well, I don&#039;t like bowls, anyway...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;re the second of my writer friends who did it that way. It makes me feel I&#8217;m wasting my time. I&#8217;ve had loads of help and support through writing classes and groups over the last five years (and I was writing alone for seven years before that) and I still show little sign of being any good. Sometimes I wonder why I bother &#8211; but if I stop, I miss it. I kind of miss it like you miss banging your head against a wall, but I miss it, all the same. I miss the fun of playing with my imaginary friends on the screen, as Robin Hobb puts it:-)</p>
<p>Oh well, I don&#8217;t like bowls, anyway&#8230;</p>
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