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	<title>Christine Lemmon</title>
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	<description>women&#039;s inspiration</description>
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		<title>Creating Characters</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“A woman stuck in a mangrove might look like a mangrove, taste like it, smell like it, but that doesn’t make her a part of the mangrove. Once she gets herself out and washes off, she no longer looks or tastes or feels like the mangrove, and it’s the same with misery.”—excerpt from the book [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Like Layering a Tree</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Self-doubts are like weeds, a constant part of life, but you must inhibit the weed seeds from germinating. I’ve learned to control them with the least amount of time and energy, but strong weeds, I’ve found, have a way of emerging through concrete.”—excerpt from the book Sand in My Eyes Self-doubting is part of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.christinelemmon.com/blog/news/like-layering-a-tree/</link>
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		<title>Inspiration</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Inspiration is real. It’s like watching for wildlife. You need to be at a quiet, comfortable distance or you might disturb it. Sometimes it’ll freeze and go away, but I try not to assertively approach it or force it. It shows up when it’s ready, as long as it feels secure, as long as my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mornings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Mornings will come to mean a million different things to a person throughout their life.”—excerpt from the book Sand in My Eyes When I look back on the mornings of my life I get emotional—those wintry childhood mornings alongside my dad pulling bales of hay out to feed our horses, then coming inside to mom’s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Book Blogger Appreciation &amp; Contest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[To show my appreciate for book bloggers who were so wonderful during the Sand in my Eyes book blog tour, I&#8217;m giving away a $50 gift certificate. For all book bloggers who reviewed Sand in my Eyes: send me the link(s) to your reviews and you&#8217;ll be entered to win the gift card. If you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.christinelemmon.com/blog/news/book-blogger-appreciation-contest/</link>
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		<title>My Grandmother as My Inspiration</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Dear Grandma, I’ll call him Rafael de Espana. He transforms Spanish into more than grammar off the pages of a book. He brings it to life for me and takes the language barrier away. As he speaks to me slowly and without shouting, I feel beyond culture shock and am no longer homesick. I love [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.christinelemmon.com/blog/news/my-grandmother-as-my-inspiration/</link>
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		<title>How Long Does it Take?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“To an ordinary person, washing a pan is simple. But for a mother, who is also like a ringmaster in a three-ring circus, doing dishes is more hair-raisingly difficult than swallowing fire.”—an excerpt from the book Sand in My Eyes  I’m often asked how long it takes for me to write a novel. If I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.christinelemmon.com/blog/news/how-long-does-it-take/</link>
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		<title>BLACK PELICANS</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“It was spring in Florida and I was as much a part of the spring day as the roseate spoonbills flying overhead and the hot pink periwinkles covering the ground and the pale pink coquina shells burying themselves beneath the sand. I was shy too, like those coquina shells.”—excerpt from the book Portion of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>To Write or Not</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ “When I entered the bay I put the paddle down, leaving the canoe to drift about under the morning sun while questioning how a mother knows when to give up certain selfish passions and fold laundry instead. I struggled with this, and needed to know whether I should hang my cravings to write out to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.christinelemmon.com/blog/news/to-write-or-not/</link>
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		<title>Eternal Butterflies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“China breaks. A wedding dress dulls. Money gets spent. But the prayers a woman utters in her lifetime flutter back and forth throughout the generations like eternal butterflies landing ever-so-lightly on the shoulder of a daughter, granddaughter, great granddaughter, or any girl, without her ever knowing.”—Portion of the Sea They say to write what you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.christinelemmon.com/blog/about-writing/eternal-butterflies/</link>
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