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	<description>Those decisive moments when you know the truth</description>
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		<title>My authoring coach: Keith Leon</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 17:56:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Keith Leon is The Book Guy
Keith Leon and his wife, Maura, are two of the most extraordinary people I have met.
Keith is my authoring coach.
He has a program called Bake Your Book.
It is a system he devised to guide and support people through the process of taking a book from an idea to publication.
But Keith [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Most Powerful Tool on Earth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anton Uhl</dc:creator>
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Why do I love cooking?
It&#8217;s so easy and it&#8217;s fun.
It&#8217;s rewarding and I enjoy the praise from presenting a beautiful meal.
I like how I can take practically nothing and turn it into something wonderful.

It&#8217;s the same with a pencil.
It&#8217;s just wood and graphite,
but buildings and memories and dreams come out of it.
It&#8217;s the most powerful [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Introduction</title>
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I knew I was special.
I never wanted to be part of the great grey insipid sea.
The murky depths of a colorless existence, the vortices of fear and resignation suck everything down like dirty bath water spinning down the drain.
I wanted to swim in the clear turquoise waters sparkling with sun and starlight, teeming with an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s For You</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:20:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anton Uhl</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Surviving Death]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[	I knew something was wrong the moment I heard the nurse’s voice on the phone.
The clinic isn’t even open at 5:30 in the afternoon. 
I walked toward the living room. “Here, Mom. It’s for you.”
Usually Mom stayed in her chair with her book and let me bring the phone to her.
This time, she was already [...]]]></description>
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