<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[The California Magnolia]]></title><description><![CDATA[The newsletter to watch! Keep up with new releases, what I'm reading, book reviews, and exclusive poems]]></description><link>https://andreamariewilliamsauthor.substack.com</link><image><url>https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!qC0o!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0409a231-cefb-4a26-a3fe-93935353ac9a_736x736.png</url><title>The California Magnolia</title><link>https://andreamariewilliamsauthor.substack.com</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2026 14:14:46 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://andreamariewilliamsauthor.substack.com/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[Andrea Williams]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[andreamariewilliamsauthor@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[andreamariewilliamsauthor@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[Andrea Williams]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[Andrea Williams]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[andreamariewilliamsauthor@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[andreamariewilliamsauthor@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[Andrea Williams]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[The First Update.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Drafting the novel]]></description><link>https://andreamariewilliamsauthor.substack.com/p/the-first-update</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://andreamariewilliamsauthor.substack.com/p/the-first-update</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Andrea Williams]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2026 00:46:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!qC0o!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0409a231-cefb-4a26-a3fe-93935353ac9a_736x736.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have finally, after years of contemplating concept, finished my novel. Nine months of writing, and now editing my first draft. I will never stop being proud of how far I&#8217;ve come, and I will never get over the feeling of placing the last word on the page. Thank you for coming and thank you for supporting me. </p><p>I have included my website in this post and I hope you all decide to stay, in the words of an incredible poet and writer. I will say it for him,<em> </em></p><p><em>I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. </em></p><p><em>Invictus. </em></p><p><em><a href="http://file:///C:/Users/linkb/Downloads/index.html#about">About the Author</a> </em></p><p>And a poem for fun &#8212; Thank you again.</p><div class="preformatted-block" data-component-name="PreformattedTextBlockToDOM"><label class="hide-text" contenteditable="false">Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published</label><pre class="text"><em>When I was seven, I wanted to be a florist</em>
I wanted to give my mother bouquets  
Tiger lilies and roses all day.

<em>When I was ten I wanted to be a doctor, </em>
Heal the wounds of my father 
Soothe him with hope that I could change him.

<em>When I was twelve I wanted to be a writer, </em>
My thoughts and feelings were something-
 I could be proud of in the daylight. 

<em>When I was eighteen I left for the Army, </em>
I could learn to fight the demons that tore for my favor. 
I left to stay alive, 
I left to fight wars for others, 
Wars that I never saw in fruition.

Now I reflect on letters I wrote home, 
Wondering how anyone let that child believe
Her only value was what she could do for others.

I only use my hands to plant seeds of my thoughts in pages for myself. 
Casting favor in my corner, 
<em>When no one else could</em>.
</pre></div><p></p><p>~Dre Williams</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://andreamariewilliamsauthor.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading The California Magnolia! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>