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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 07:00:26 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/"><rss:title>Why Aren't I In Charge?</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/</rss:link><rss:description>Dena's blog on writing, cats, &amp; making the world a better place.</rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2010-02-09T07:00:26Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/8/using-the-blog-to-make-friends.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/5/uwharrie-mountain-run-not-for-me.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/2/whats-up-in-denas-world.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/1/food-rationing.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/30/best-day-ever-haley-finds-a-home.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/28/photos-from-petco-adoption-fair.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/27/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/26/the-wide-world-of-writing-projects-aka-neurosis-101.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/23/running-not-really-a-stupid-sport.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/22/batten-down-the-hatches.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/8/using-the-blog-to-make-friends.html"><rss:title>Using the Blog to Make Friends</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/8/using-the-blog-to-make-friends.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-02-09T00:38:28Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Bostom marathon 2010 Furman training Home Life Married Life Running Things to Think About Writing, General lessons in stalking run less run faster social networking training for Boston</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>People sometimes ask me why I blog. I have no good answer. When I started this blog, oh so many years ago, the thought was that I would use it to promote my book, <a href="http://www.lessonsinstalking.com" target="_blank">Lessons In Stalking</a>. (See the promotional link? Subtle, yes?) The idea was I would write about my journey of book promotion. However, after the fifth, "<em>I did a book signing. Three people showed up</em>," entry, I decided a new focus was desperately needed.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I started writing about daily life. Which is the worst possible thing you can do on a blog, according to the experts. It's the "No one cares you ate tuna fish for lunch," rule. Or in my case the, "No one cares you ran yet <em>another</em> mile. Stop the self-congratulating and go shower, already," rule.&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/5/uwharrie-mountain-run-not-for-me.html"><rss:title>Uwharrie Mountain Run... Not For Me</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/5/uwharrie-mountain-run-not-for-me.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-02-05T11:59:27Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Boston marathon training Furman training Running Uwharrie Mountain run training for Boston uwharrie 20-miler uwharrie mountain race</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It's time to come clean. I am dropping out of this Saturday's 20-mile <a href="http://www.raceuwharrie.com/" target="_blank">Uwharrie Mountain Run</a>. There was a chance the race was going to be cancelled due to inclement weather and I hoped this might help me save face, but no such luck. An e-mail from the race director came through last night with the subject line "THE RACE IS ON!!"</p>
<p>Here are my reasons for backing out:</p>
<ul>
<li>We already have snow accumulation on the ground. As I type this, more snow and freezing rain is falling. Uwharrie is a treacherous run during dry conditions. Running downhill on loose gravel covered in ice scares me.&nbsp;</li>
<li>I'm not ready. I have done minimal trail running and no hill work.&nbsp;</li>
<li>I need an attitude adjustment. Running the mountain requires a big dose of "bring it!" attitude which is missing from my mental make-up.&nbsp;</li>
<li>I want a friend. It's more fun to suffer and struggle through one of these things when you have a partner to push you.&nbsp;</li>
</ul>
<p>I'm disappointed in myself. Sitting out the race because of the weather is probably the smart call, but I know that I lucked out with that excuse. I would have run it if the weather had been clear, but I know I'm not ready and I'm just as happy to have an excuse to bail.&nbsp;</p>
<p>What I'm looking at for Saturday instead is a 20-mile run on the treadmill. I'm hoping I can get to Greensboro to run with the group but we'll see what Mother Nature holds in store for us.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, it's absolutely stunning outside. A fresh inch of snow on the trees and rooftops and big, fat, flakes continue to fall.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I haven't given up. Next year, Uwharrie, be warned.</p>
<p>I'm comin' for ya.&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/2/whats-up-in-denas-world.html"><rss:title>What's Up In Dena's World?</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/2/whats-up-in-denas-world.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-02-03T01:50:34Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Children&amp;#039;s Writing Home Life Married Life Running Uwharrie Mountain run Writing, General to-do lists training for Boston marathon</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This week has our favorite writer feeling frazzled. To get a grip on life (and because she has, like, ZERO energy to come up with anything more creative), here's a quick peek behind the wizard's curtain:</p>
<p><strong>WORK</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>2 newsletter articles</li>
<li>Developmental edit on book due to editor</li>
<li>Write, rewrite, rip apart and write again children's book for client</li>
<li>Conduct interviews, interviews, interviews for other book for client</li>
<li>Transcribe interviews, interviews, interviews</li>
<li>Write book from interviews, interviews, interviews</li>
<li>Compose query letter and sample columns for magazine I want to work for as a columnist</li>
</ul>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/1/food-rationing.html"><rss:title>Food Rationing</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/2/1/food-rationing.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-02-01T14:15:15Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Home Life menu planning snowed in using leftovers</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span>We got hit this weekend with about 10" of snow. Because I am a calm, rational, hard-core Mid-Westerner, I don't follow the rest of the lemmings to the supermarket at the first hint of snow, stocking up on bread, milk, batteries and duct tape as though Armageddon is at hand.</span></p>
<p>This, I believe, makes me intellectually superior to those around me.</p>
<p>It also makes me stuck in the house with no damn food to eat.&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/30/best-day-ever-haley-finds-a-home.html"><rss:title>Best Day Ever: Haley Finds A Home</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/30/best-day-ever-haley-finds-a-home.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-01-30T23:41:01Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.denaharris.com/storage/puppies.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264895812707" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 479px;">Who can resist a face-eating dog?</span></span>The power of the blog, people. The power of... the... BLOG.</p>
<p>Or the power of the exceptionally cute puppy. Whatever. Neighbors, running buddies, and all around good people <a href="http://www.barefootjosh.com/">Josh</a> and <a href="http://www.irissutcliffe.com/" target="_blank">Iris</a> saw the Petco pictures on the <a href="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/28/photos-from-petco-adoption-fair.html" target="_blank">prior blog entry</a> and were captivated by "Brains... I need more brains... Haley," as seen here. We exchanged a few e-mails on where said couple might go to meet Haley, if, strictly hypothetically, they decided they were in the market for a third dog.&nbsp;</p>
<p>They went, they saw, they fell in love. Haley (soon to be renamed) came home with them that day.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I all but did cartwheels around the house. I know what wonderful people Josh and Iris are and I am happy-to-the-point-of-tears for this dog that can't even imagine what a wonderful life she's going to lead.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I've been promised pictures along with a name reveal, so stay tuned for updates.&nbsp;</p>
<p>And beware. This is the second dog I've found a home for among friends. I'm coming for the rest of you. (That means you, <a href="http://www.kimewilliams.com/blog/index.html" target="_blank">Kim</a>.)</p>
<p>Cheers,</p>
<p><strong><em>Dena</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/28/photos-from-petco-adoption-fair.html"><rss:title>Photos from Petco Adoption Fair</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/28/photos-from-petco-adoption-fair.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-01-28T20:49:08Z</dc:date><dc:subject>APSRC Animal Rescue adoption fair petco rockingham county humane society</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once a month, Blair and I volunteer a Saturday afternoon to work the Petco adoption fair on behalf of the <a href="http://www.apsrc.org" target="_blank">Animal Protection Society of Rockingham County</a>. Dogs are pulled from the <a href="http://www.petfinder.com/shelters/NC524.html" target="_blank">local Humane Society</a> and we parade them around the Petco on Wendover in Greensboro for 3 hours, hoping the dogs will find their forever homes. We've had success with two dogs, so far. My goal in life is to get <a href="http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=12608258" target="_blank">Hilton</a> adopted. He's not the cutest dog out there, but he is just a <em>cuddle monster</em> who I know would make someone the best pet.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Here are a few photos from our day:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.denaharris.com/storage/Blaipuppies.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264712617823" alt="" /></span></span><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.denaharris.com/storage/puppies.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264712675821" alt="" /></span></span><br /><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.denaharris.com/storage/Denapuppies.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264712970459" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 319px;">Hilton is the blob spread out on his back, begging for a belly rub.</span></span></p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/27/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html"><rss:title>HA HA HA HA HA!!!!</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/27/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-01-28T00:15:03Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Vegan cooking humor natalie dee vegan vegan humor vegan jokes</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A friend e-mailed me the link to this comic, which comes from the <a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/" target="_blank">Natalie Dee</a> comic website. Perhaps it's a sign I need to stop bragging/enforcing/promoting my push toward being a vegan?</p>
<p><em>WARNING: Bad language involved. Don't click through if you're easily offended.&nbsp;</em></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable">&nbsp;</span></p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/26/the-wide-world-of-writing-projects-aka-neurosis-101.html"><rss:title>The Wide World of Writing Projects, aka "Neurosis 101"</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/26/the-wide-world-of-writing-projects-aka-neurosis-101.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-01-26T19:42:59Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Rants Things to Think About Writing, General business writing entrepreneur freelance writer freelance writing low self-esteem neurosis self-esteem worrywart write for you</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don't blog about clients. Bad for business. Not that I have anything bad to say about them (I have really great clients), but not everyone is comfortable seeing their project's details splayed about on a blog for the whole world--or my 10 devoted readers--to see.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Not blogging about clients is probably for my own protection as well. A new or potential client doesn't need to stumble across my blog and read about how I'm making stuff up as I go, I went to noon yoga instead of working on their deadline, or that one of my cats barfed on their project draft. (Not that any of that happens around here. Uh-uh. Nope. NEVER.)</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/23/running-not-really-a-stupid-sport.html"><rss:title>Running: Not Really A Stupid Sport</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/23/running-not-really-a-stupid-sport.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-01-23T22:24:40Z</dc:date><dc:subject>20-mile run Boston marathon 2010 FIRST training Richmond marathon Running furman run less run faster training for Boston</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On today's 20-mile run my running partner and I swung by our cars at mile 16. A few friends who had finished shorter runs were still there.&nbsp;</p>
<p>"How many more?" they asked us.</p>
<p>"Four," we replied.</p>
<p>"How're you feeling?" they asked.</p>
<p>I shook my head and gulped water. "This is a really stupid sport," I answered.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Forgive me. I lose my manners after a certain amount of tiredness sets in. Just ask the poor guy at the Richmond marathon two years ago. I was barely moving at a trot and just gave up and started walking around mile 18. I was tired, upset at missing my time goal and just in an overall foul mood, which must have showed on my face.</p>
<p>"Tough day?" he asked sympathetically.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I looked at him and scowled. "I hate this %@$*-ing sport," I said.&nbsp;</p>
<p>He quickly moved on.</p>
<p>I feel bad about it, now. But there really does come a point where I am just not fit to be around other human beings.</p>
<p>Today wasn't that bad although I was tired. VERY tired. The tired kicked in around mile 15 and didn't go away. But I wasn't upset about it. We'd held a fast, solid pace up to that point--much faster than the training called for--so I was willing to cut myself some slack.</p>
<p>And though it's difficult to explain, I really do love this sport. I especially love it when the heavy tiredness sets in. Even though my body is half-dead from exhaustion, I feel more alive than at any other point during my week.</p>
<p>Why? It's something to do with having to leave all the excuses behind and just buckle down and do the work. But there's a comfort in knowing I can do it. That I can push past that point where all I want to do is stop.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I'm not sure, however, this skill serves me elsewhere in life. My running partner asked if my husband ran. He's just started, but I explained that Blair prefers workouts with a purpose. If you need a field cleared or a shed built, he's your man. I think he struggles with running because he's just... running.</p>
<p>I'm the opposite. I'll run all day long for no reason but ask me to pick up sticks from the yard and I'm like, "Huh! But it's <em>hard</em>. And I'm <em>tired</em>. And <em>whine-whine-whine.</em>"</p>
<p>So much for that mental toughness.</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/22/batten-down-the-hatches.html"><rss:title>Batten Down the Hatches</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.denaharris.com/blog/2010/1/22/batten-down-the-hatches.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Dena Harris</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-01-22T12:42:10Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ever have those days where you just feel electric? Like anything you touch will fire up a huge storm? I'm having that day. I was on Facebook for 5 minutes this morning and I swear, I think I unintentionally started three brawls. I know what to do in these situations. Back away from the computer and avoid human contact until the storm passes. I'm conducting a phone interview at 9:30 this morning and after that, I'm burrowing down to read a friend's manuscript and not coming out until the coast is clear.</p>
<p>Hope your day has started much more CALMLY than mine.</p>
<p>Cheers,</p>
<p><strong><em>Dena</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item></rdf:RDF>