<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159</id><updated>2012-01-19T13:37:59.991-05:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='writing career'/><category term='off the map'/><category term='Teresa Medeiros'/><category term='historicals'/><category term='meredith duran'/><category term='i'/><category term='Laura Kinsale'/><category term='Alan Rickman'/><category term='Sharon and Tom Curtis'/><category term='Sherry Thomas'/><category term='Janet Reid'/><category term='Joanna Bourne'/><category term='Elizabeth Hoyt'/><category term='martin henderson'/><category term='andy rooney'/><category term='male prostitutes'/><category term='Robin Hood'/><category term='Reinventing Fabulous'/><category term='House of Rohan'/><category term='Jenny Crusie'/><category term='body image'/><category term='marathon. Kristina Douglas'/><category term='To Love a Dark Lord'/><category term='Nanowrimo'/><category term='deadlines'/><category term='dark heroes'/><category term='Free'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Anne Stuart'/><category term='Ice books'/><category term='Weight'/><category term='epublishing'/><title type='text'>Notes from a Drama Queen</title><subtitle type='html'>Get it here--the latest, the craziest, the most up-to-date from Anne Stuart herself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8060977240149748589</id><published>2012-01-15T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:11:46.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroines</title><summary type='text'>This is the third in a series of Three Goddess Chats, brought to you by Krissie (aka Anne Stuart and Kristina Douglas), Lucy (Lucy March aka Lani Diane Rich), and Jenny (Jenny Crusie), who meet in a chat-room called ThreeGoddesses to talk about everything.   Lucy and Jenny tend to write heroine-centered books (heroine as protagonist) like Lucy’s newest book, A Little Night Magic, in stores on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8060977240149748589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8060977240149748589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8060977240149748589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8060977240149748589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2012/01/heroines.html' title='Heroines'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-779507124702187013</id><published>2012-01-08T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:45:39.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural Chat with Crusie and Rich</title><summary type='text'>This is the second in a series of Three Goddess Chats, brought to you by Krissie (aka Anne Stuart and Kristina Douglas), Lucy (Lucy March aka Lani Diane Rich), and Jenny (Jenny Crusie), who meet in a chat-room called ThreeGoddesses to talk about everything.   Krissie has been writing supernatural romances for a long time, and now as Kristina Douglas she’s started a new series about fallen angels,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/779507124702187013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=779507124702187013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/779507124702187013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/779507124702187013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2012/01/supernatural-chat-with-crusie-and-rich.html' title='Supernatural Chat with Crusie and Rich'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6059318062450101129</id><published>2012-01-02T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:19:20.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Crusie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reinventing Fabulous'/><title type='text'>REINVENTING FABULOUS</title><summary type='text'>It's time for a change.  I'm 63 years old and fat fat fat (I hate that word).  I feel bad.  My back hurts, my knees hurt, my stomach hurts.  I want to live forever.  I want to be as glorious as I can possibly be (though I'm not sure the world is ready for that).  So I need to get healthy.I was driving to the grocery store (where else?) and I came up with a plan.  Came back home, emailed Crusie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6059318062450101129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6059318062450101129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6059318062450101129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6059318062450101129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2012/01/reinventing-fabulous.html' title='REINVENTING FABULOUS'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHPIoiBTKrA/TwG8uyqHamI/AAAAAAAAANE/4ANnLc59yvA/s72-c/krissie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2115401178285586733</id><published>2011-12-19T12:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:21:38.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epublishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin Hood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Rickman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Love a Dark Lord'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><summary type='text'>I just read two absolutely fabulous historical romances.  They made me laugh, made me cry, turned me on.  They were glorious.And I happened to write them.  So long ago that reading them felt like reading someone else's books, but someone I really really liked.  No, it's not that I'm totally infatuated with my own work (though I confess I tend to be).  It's just that the Anne Stuart who wrote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2115401178285586733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2115401178285586733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2115401178285586733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2115401178285586733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLXbLR2PY-8/Tu96CN4AAVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QzSUpII02kk/s72-c/alan-rickman-robin-hood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-557292430675619601</id><published>2011-12-12T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:23:17.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IVORY TOWER</title><summary type='text'>I need one.  An ivory tower, that is.  I'll need an elevator if I plan to leave, since I don't do massive flights of stairs that well.  Then again, if I'm up there long enough and grow my hair down to the ground then maybe a very smart prince will climb up and then ... hmmm, I don't remember how Rapunzel ever got down.  Maybe I'll just stay up there.Not with the prince, though.  He can come up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/557292430675619601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=557292430675619601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/557292430675619601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/557292430675619601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/12/ivory-tower.html' title='IVORY TOWER'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6540111278015761563</id><published>2011-11-22T11:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:38:22.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Rules</title><summary type='text'>I once broke the cardinal rule of romance writing.  It wasn’t my fault.  Back in the day, it seemed impossible to carry a believable, interesting romance over a number of books.  If you followed up a love story you usually had stupid misunderstandings.  When I finished a book I wanted my characters to have gone through hell and back, and not let stupid shit push them apart.So long ago, when I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6540111278015761563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6540111278015761563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6540111278015761563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6540111278015761563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/11/breaking-rules.html' title='Breaking the Rules'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJksXUjLEhM/TsvP6mJQHvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/drlyZmF1TmM/s72-c/escapedarkenss_6x9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5035423879597123540</id><published>2011-11-07T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:15:30.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meredith duran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epublishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy rooney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teresa Medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Reid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Hoyt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Kinsale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanna Bourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Grouchy Pants</title><summary type='text'>In honor of the late, exceedingly grumpy Andy Rooney, I'm going to give in to my inner bitch.  She's well-hidden, is Bad Krissie, partly because I had a raging virago of a mother (when she was in her prime) and I hate hate hate anger, in general but in particular directed at me.  Nice matters.  Kindness matters.  I'm gonna really regret doing this.But fuck it.Usually when I'm attacked (and trust </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5035423879597123540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5035423879597123540' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5035423879597123540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5035423879597123540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/11/mrs-grouchy-pants.html' title='Mrs. Grouchy Pants'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2869192572238509622</id><published>2011-11-01T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:59:40.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nanowrimo'/><title type='text'>NANOWRIMO TIME</title><summary type='text'>It’s NANO time again.  No, not time to play your iPod, though that’s certainly the case as well.  It’s National Novel Writing Month, the brainchild of Chris Baty, wherein forty-three gazillion people attempt to write a novel in one month (or at least 50,000 words of it).  The rules are simple — sit down and write, averaging about 1800 words a day, every day.  You don’t plan, don’t revise, don’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2869192572238509622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2869192572238509622' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2869192572238509622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2869192572238509622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/11/nanowrimo-time.html' title='NANOWRIMO TIME'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGYkXFCH1Rk/Tq_7LYQEiUI/AAAAAAAAALY/xpHDV7n4_6g/s72-c/Participant2_180_180_white.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-9170171774380863776</id><published>2011-10-21T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:01:09.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZON</title><summary type='text'>Oh, the wonders of Amazon!  Okay, I know some people don’t like them, because there’s an ugly American trait to despise success.  People adored Titantic when it first came out (and I guess the comparison is accurate in terms of size) and the moment it became a (I can’t spell phenomenom today but you know what I mean) it became the butt of constant jokes.  I live in the boonies, and Amazon brings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/9170171774380863776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=9170171774380863776' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/9170171774380863776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/9170171774380863776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/10/amazon.html' title='AMAZON'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lubS8EB6ug/TqHPbKY0zOI/AAAAAAAAALM/U_x3LAHO04g/s72-c/onthinice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8990740970955150766</id><published>2011-09-20T13:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:30:19.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindled</title><summary type='text'>Countdown to the amazing Kindle release and release of my books, but first, a word about my mother.  She's spent all her life writing -- got her degree in Journalism from Columbia, worked as a speech writer and in PR most of her life.  She had short stories published, by Harpers, Blackwoods, etc. but never got a novel published until she was 89.  That was CANDLE IN A DARK TIME, a novel about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8990740970955150766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8990740970955150766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8990740970955150766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8990740970955150766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/09/kindled.html' title='Kindled'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-1CIO88EAI/TnjNoU7ONaI/AAAAAAAAALE/twTu0pWO-B8/s72-c/41773_100001255636509_2980_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7370790269381631503</id><published>2011-08-30T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:26:45.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe and Sound</title><summary type='text'>My darlings!  I'm safe and sound in storm-battled Vermont.  I live on a hill, a bit away from running water, so we've had to deal with nothing more than a little inconvenience.  The rest of the state is a mess, and I hope you can send your prayers and good wishes for everyone hurt by Hurricane Irene.In the meantime, I'm writing my little heart out, and I'll have a big, formal announcement very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7370790269381631503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7370790269381631503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7370790269381631503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7370790269381631503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/08/safe-and-sound.html' title='Safe and Sound'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8123462013260731727</id><published>2011-08-08T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:20:27.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male prostitutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon and Tom Curtis'/><title type='text'>RESEARCH</title><summary type='text'>My darling niece Jenny is lucky enough to live at Lake Tahoe.  She's a ski instructor in the winter and a wedding planner (among other things) in the summer, and she just brought something fascinating to my attention.  She's at the Nevada state line and not that far from Reno.  And not that far from a little town called Beatty, which contains not much more than a brothel named the Shady Lady </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8123462013260731727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8123462013260731727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8123462013260731727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8123462013260731727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/08/research.html' title='RESEARCH'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8951382069596259873</id><published>2011-06-19T08:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:58:27.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><summary type='text'>Shakespeare.  You gotta love him.  At least, I certainly do.  When I was young I memorized the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet (that's where the quote from above comes from).  I collected Hamlets (Richard Burton, Laurence Olivier, many others), and worked my way through the teeny tiny print of a one-volume collected works of Shakespeare in my early teens.I grew up in Princeton, and our class </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8951382069596259873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8951382069596259873' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8951382069596259873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8951382069596259873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNWiq7u_7ec/Tf3_fnK_85I/AAAAAAAAAK0/5PTKrcpjVwI/s72-c/shameless.tiff' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4017099758717995032</id><published>2011-06-06T09:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:20:18.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE WITH THE WIND (and good riddance)</title><summary type='text'>It’s the 75th anniversary of the publication of Gone With the Wind.  Those were the good old days when a historical romance could win a Pulitzer Prize.  As I remember I loved the book much more than I loved the movie (Clark Gable didn’t do it for me as Rhett Butler), so I’m basing this on countless revisitations of the movie, and for me it has one huge infuriating problem.  I’d gotten over it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4017099758717995032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4017099758717995032' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4017099758717995032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4017099758717995032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/06/gone-with-wind-and-good-riddance.html' title='GONE WITH THE WIND (and good riddance)'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nu0Ooas2Y9I/TezSiIauumI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1plRFOkJXIc/s72-c/Gone_with_the_Wind_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7700938682476363855</id><published>2011-05-24T09:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T09:46:17.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED</title><summary type='text'>I really am not Superwoman, even though I often think I am.  Having delusions of omnipotence usually serves me well — I just think I can write or do whatever interests me.However, as the advanced age of Not As Old As Mick Jagger (I figure that’s a good way to put it) I really cannot get on a plane at 1 in the afternoon, fly to NYC and then across the Los Angeles, arrive at the hotel at 10 pm, get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7700938682476363855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7700938682476363855' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7700938682476363855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7700938682476363855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/05/tired.html' title='TIRED'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-3728061590111295629</id><published>2011-04-06T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:19:04.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Why I Write</title><summary type='text'>I do happen to have the best job in the world.  I get to spend the day immersing myself in fantasy, spinning it out, shutting out all the nasty, fretful, wicked stuff that likes to beset me (such as the IRS, bills, worrying about children, aches and pains) and just lose myself.  For all the hassles involved in writing for a living, and there are many, the rewards more than make up for it.So let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/3728061590111295629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=3728061590111295629' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3728061590111295629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3728061590111295629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-i-write.html' title='Why I Write'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2697477154582566800</id><published>2011-03-21T12:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:30:53.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherry Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Crusie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon. Kristina Douglas'/><title type='text'>Marathon Redux</title><summary type='text'>I don’t actually know what redux means.  I assume it means again — lemme check friendly old google.  Aha.  It doesn’t actually mean again, it means revisiting, so I don’t mean redux, but WTF.  I like the sound of it.I’m here at Squalor on the River, my home away from home, the place I come to when I’ve got masses of writing to do and too many distractions at home.  Nobody wants a damned thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2697477154582566800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2697477154582566800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2697477154582566800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2697477154582566800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/03/marathon-redux.html' title='Marathon Redux'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6023497879623599831</id><published>2011-02-28T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:49:42.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Stuart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off the map'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martin henderson'/><title type='text'>SAVE "OFF THE MAP"!</title><summary type='text'>So I have a favorite new tv show and it's in danger of being cancelled.  Anyone watch "Off the Map"?  It's perfect inspiration for the first section of ON THIN ICE, the book (an Ice book, natch) that I'm writing because I can't help myself.  It's not just the man, though he's pretty tasty.  It's the setting, the mood, and the delicious sexual tension between the Martin Henderson character and the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6023497879623599831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6023497879623599831' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6023497879623599831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6023497879623599831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/02/save-off-map.html' title='SAVE &quot;OFF THE MAP&quot;!'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8a9NFFDnUk/TWwJ8WchjFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Nr8jDjqSGn8/s72-c/offthemap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2783554045416117099</id><published>2011-02-11T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:28:17.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RUTHLESS IN AUDIO</title><summary type='text'>RUTHLESS is out in unabridged audio, narrated by the divine Susan Ericksen (who usually does J.D. Robb) and I'm happy happy happy.  It's at Audible.com or direct from Tantor Media, and it will be followed by RECKLESS, BREATHLESS and, in July, SHAMELESS.  Happy dance over here, since I'm addicted to audio books.Plus FIRE AND ICE will finally join the other ICE books in audio, while I'm busy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2783554045416117099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2783554045416117099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2783554045416117099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2783554045416117099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/02/ruthless-in-audio.html' title='RUTHLESS IN AUDIO'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-1130007313067907691</id><published>2011-01-05T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:39:31.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIUMPH!</title><summary type='text'>It was nobody’s fault but mine. I could have worked on the next Rohan book in October, gotten a good start on it and then finished it up in November, ahead of time. But no, I wanted to spend time on the ICE book, and I figured I could do NANOWRIMO (National Novel Writing Month) and get most of it done, then sail on through to the finish in time to make my deadline of December 15th.I’m not sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/1130007313067907691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=1130007313067907691' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/1130007313067907691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/1130007313067907691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2011/01/triumph.html' title='TRIUMPH!'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-974154497377707946</id><published>2010-08-25T19:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:27:31.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging today</title><summary type='text'>I'm blogging today, two takes on the same subject, at both www.wordwenches.com and www.runningwithquills.com.  Come read and comment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/974154497377707946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=974154497377707946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/974154497377707946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/974154497377707946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/08/blogging-today.html' title='Blogging today'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8839773960601634220</id><published>2010-08-04T15:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:28:40.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><title type='text'>RWA</title><summary type='text'>I went to the RWA conference at Disney World and had a fabulous time.  Of course, I spent more time at the parks than at the conference, but then I had my darling husband and daughter with me, so who could blame me?I had a fabulous time, gave awards and received awards, zoomed through the hotel on my scooter and basically had a blast.  I got a lovely review from Library Journal for RUTHLESS: An </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8839773960601634220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8839773960601634220' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8839773960601634220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8839773960601634220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/08/rwa.html' title='RWA'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/TFm-jkRhasI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BzRo129fnLc/s72-c/Krissie+by+Jill.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6386041001949092279</id><published>2010-07-01T11:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:05:02.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Rohan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Stuart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free'/><title type='text'>WICKED HOUSE OF ROHAN</title><summary type='text'>It's here.  Just go to my home page or the books page and follow the link and you can download this delicious treat for FREE!If you need it for Kindle or Nook you'll have to pay a small pittance, but it's more than worth it.Enjoy!  And please run out and buy the series when it comes out -- you won't regret it.RUTHLESS ... AugustRECKLESS ... SeptemberBREATHLESS ... October</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6386041001949092279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6386041001949092279' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6386041001949092279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6386041001949092279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/07/wicked-house-of-rohan_01.html' title='WICKED HOUSE OF ROHAN'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/TCyt-HMN65I/AAAAAAAAAIc/iMMM5USwjAc/s72-c/The+Wicked+House+of+Rohan+by+Anne+Stuart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8898030647565023804</id><published>2010-06-28T17:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:34:33.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNTDOWN #2 – Reviews</title><summary type='text'>So reviews are funny things.  On the one hand we’re told to ignore reviews – they’re one person’s opinion, critics have agendas, etc.  On the other hand, we write in a vacuum and we’re desperate for pats on the head, validation, and yes, slavish praise, and we’d do just about anything for it.The problem is, if you believe the good stuff, think it’s gospel, then the bad stuff must be true as well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8898030647565023804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8898030647565023804' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8898030647565023804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8898030647565023804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/06/countdown-2-reviews.html' title='COUNTDOWN #2 – Reviews'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/TCkTv38jYfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C8I4F56owX4/s72-c/ruthless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2133775976868849186</id><published>2010-06-21T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:34:52.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Rohan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Stuart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark heroes'/><title type='text'>COUNTDOWN</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been in this business a long time.  I’ve written all my life, and received my first paycheck for it when I was seven years old (I had connections).  I’ve been published as a romance novelist since 1974 (I was very very young) and since then I’ve been writing constantly, books I’ve been fond of, occasionally book I’ve hated, more often books I’ve loved, and on vary rare occasions, books so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2133775976868849186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2133775976868849186' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2133775976868849186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2133775976868849186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/06/countdown.html' title='COUNTDOWN'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/TB-GRrIMLtI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PNICFS2YAhk/s72-c/prequel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7271832385279718495</id><published>2010-06-14T11:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:55:59.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><summary type='text'>I love music.  Live for it.  Music has directed so many choices in my life.  It was music that made me live in NYC in the early '70s, going to the Fillmore East every weekend and lusting after rock stars while I played the guitar and wrote songs and was a corporate drone.  I saw Creedence, the Band, Eric Clapton with Derek and the Dominoes, Cat Stevens in a tiny club, the Who endless times, Iggy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7271832385279718495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7271832385279718495' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7271832385279718495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7271832385279718495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6825448481974865332</id><published>2010-06-01T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:20:43.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Time</title><summary type='text'>Most of my life is pretty isolated.  I live in a tiny town of five hundred people,and all our friends have either moved away or gone in a new direction, basically shutting us out.  I used to be very social, inviting people over for dinner, enjoying company, but as my house started resembling something on reality tv (Clean House, anyone?)I started to find entertaining to be more trouble than it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6825448481974865332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6825448481974865332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6825448481974865332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6825448481974865332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/06/social-time.html' title='Social Time'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5517084658338894707</id><published>2010-05-10T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:02:08.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HARD WORK</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know, you haven't seen me much around here recently.  That's because all I do is work.  In the last year I've written three full-length novels, revised two of them, written a ten thousand word novellette for eHarlequin (available in June), buried my sister, watched my husband have a heart attack, and girded my loins for the IRS.  It's been a busy time -- no wonder blogging tends to fall by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5517084658338894707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5517084658338894707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5517084658338894707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5517084658338894707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/05/hard-work.html' title='HARD WORK'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/S-gq1asuGFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/x7jy4n2-tJM/s72-c/K%27sBags.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5879450668810367270</id><published>2010-03-16T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:37:26.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><summary type='text'>So I worked an insane amount, through the weekend, ending up with 57 pages on Sunday, which I think might be a personal best.  But damn, it was a rough day.For one thing, I didn't sleep the night before.  Just a couple of hours, but I figured out what my problem was, so I could move on ahead.  Got up around seven, worked, took a two hour nap, got up and worked for about four hours, took another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5879450668810367270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5879450668810367270' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5879450668810367270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5879450668810367270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6710017125690827269</id><published>2010-03-13T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:15:57.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Days Off</title><summary type='text'>Well, I may have missed posting and tallying my numbers but I haven't had a single day off since God knows when.  Yesterday I only wrote 8, because it was time to take our ancient Springer, Rosie, to the rainbow bridge.  Though personally I think she's rollicking in the fields by the lake with my mother-in-law.So Richie and I were too depressed to do anything but watch stupid movies and I didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6710017125690827269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6710017125690827269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6710017125690827269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6710017125690827269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-days-off.html' title='No Days Off'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8922682729324972334</id><published>2010-03-09T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:31:45.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><summary type='text'>15 pages today, plus a long drive to the grocery store (20 miles away) to think out the subplot.  I still have a little bit of other stuff to figure out but in general things are going good.  And I like the cover.Tomorrow I have to hunker down and really plot the final race to the end.Pray for me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8922682729324972334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8922682729324972334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8922682729324972334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8922682729324972334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2137098323555128044</id><published>2010-03-07T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:21:10.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Bloody Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Did my 15 pages early and then visited with my son.  I also stopped and made a list of each chapter and the scenes within, so I can navigate a little better.  I'm thinking my evil kidnapper (who of course is the hero) should marry my heroine before they have sex.  I just like him calling her his bride while he's dripping sarcasm and sexuality.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2137098323555128044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2137098323555128044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2137098323555128044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2137098323555128044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title='Sunday Bloody Sunday'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5940184719621017938</id><published>2010-03-06T23:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:03:41.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Toby!</title><summary type='text'>14 pages today -- wanted to make it 24 but hey, 14 is enough.  And then I wallowed in Jane Eyre (Toby Stephens is my hero stand-in), worked on my collage, listened to Outlander on audio, took a nap, took my mother shopping, busy busy busy.  But I got my work done.And here's a little treat to put you in the mood:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5940184719621017938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5940184719621017938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5940184719621017938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5940184719621017938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/ah-toby.html' title='Ah, Toby!'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5280807111133550425</id><published>2010-03-05T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:14:48.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Dollar</title><summary type='text'>Well, I looked at my schedule on Wednesday night and burst into tears.  It seemed so overwhelming, and I desperately want to get away to see my daughter and niece (who's a second daughter).  But I have so much work it's ridiculous.Yesterday I emailed my editor to see if there was anyway to rework things.This morning I spent hours playing with calendars and schedules, and now have the next six </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5280807111133550425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5280807111133550425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5280807111133550425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5280807111133550425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another Day, Another Dollar'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6145235772270571267</id><published>2010-03-04T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:11:20.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><summary type='text'>14 pages today, plus mapped out where the rest of the book is going.  Now it's hunker down time (as if it wasn't before).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6145235772270571267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6145235772270571267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6145235772270571267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6145235772270571267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5280817206799268317</id><published>2010-03-03T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:21:16.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so good</title><summary type='text'>Busy day, with a shrink appointment, a long call with my editor, and having my ancient mother over for dinner (along with watching Ponyo, the new Miyazaki movie, which was as wonderful as always.When I went back in I discovered to my horror that the last scene I'd written had head-hopping.  Oh, the horror, oh the humanity!  I start with my secondary heroine's POV, jump to my secondary hero's POV,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5280817206799268317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5280817206799268317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5280817206799268317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5280817206799268317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-so-good.html' title='Not so good'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6538446606714493025</id><published>2010-03-02T20:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:58:05.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beat Goes On</title><summary type='text'>14 pages today.  Hey, I figure that's enough.  It's moving, I'm allowed to take a breath every now and then.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6538446606714493025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6538446606714493025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6538446606714493025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6538446606714493025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/beat-goes-on.html' title='The Beat Goes On'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7328743455701042477</id><published>2010-03-01T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:34:49.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooops</title><summary type='text'>Okay, well, I only got 5 pages done (though I may get up in the middle of the night and write some more).  I've got two good excuses.  One, my math was all screwed up.  I don't actually have to write 20 pages a day, it's more like 11.666666 pages a day.The other was that it was our 35th wedding anniversary, and since Richie had to take his sister to the airport in the big city (70 miles away) it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7328743455701042477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7328743455701042477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7328743455701042477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7328743455701042477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/03/oooops.html' title='Oooops'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7977463095007494222</id><published>2010-02-28T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:29:27.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Blitzing</title><summary type='text'>20 pages.  And not even a nap.  I paused long enough to watch the hockey game (Oh, Canada!) and even ran a crapload of vegetable through the food processor so Richie could make mega pasta sauce.  I loaded software into my computer, scanned and cropped five pictures of my recently deceased MIL, typed in the changes to her obit and send everything off to the funeral home.And then went back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7977463095007494222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7977463095007494222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7977463095007494222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7977463095007494222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-blitzing.html' title='More Blitzing'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6779598935093526632</id><published>2010-02-27T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:39:24.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of The Blitz</title><summary type='text'>So, magnificent creature that I am, I wrote eleven pages, visited The Mother, came back, wrote a bit more, took a nap, watched my tivo'd skating, then came back and wrote more.  A total of 23 pages, so that makes up for the 18 yesterday and puts me one ahead!I am the Iron Maiden.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6779598935093526632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6779598935093526632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6779598935093526632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6779598935093526632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-3-of-blitz.html' title='Day 3 of The Blitz'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6572512035553516033</id><published>2010-02-26T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:21:03.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Laid Plans</title><summary type='text'>Well, they oft go aglay or however Robert Burns put it (and I, a Scot, should know -- shame on me). I got up, went straight to the computer and did a fast 18 pages.  Then realized I felt like crap.  Dragged myself down to see my mother (because she's 95 and I'm all she has and I'm a Good Girl) and called the health center for her appointments and then realized I might have a low grade bladder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6572512035553516033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6572512035553516033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6572512035553516033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6572512035553516033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best Laid Plans'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-3149902958660583422</id><published>2010-02-25T20:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:55:17.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadlines'/><title type='text'>Oh ... My ... God</title><summary type='text'>I realize I've been wretched about posting, but I hate to natter on without a good reason.  Now I've got a reason.I just realized I have to write at least 335 pages between now and March 15.  That's an average of twenty pages a day.  Then, when I'm finished that I have to write a proposal and a ten thousand word novelette by March 31.  And then I have to write a 75k book by June 1st or DIE.Was I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/3149902958660583422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=3149902958660583422' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3149902958660583422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3149902958660583422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh ... My ... God'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5027853930522735135</id><published>2010-01-11T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:32:32.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabbages and Kings</title><summary type='text'>Occasionally, just occasionally, really good things happen.  We had one of those things happen this weekend, when my darling son had the great wisdom to ask his girlfriend of a year and a half to marry him.  Erin is a fabulous girl (woman) and hey, she comes complete with the most adorable baby who already calls me Grandma Krissie.  So we're happy campers here at the Castello del Ohlroggio.  Such</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5027853930522735135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5027853930522735135' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5027853930522735135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5027853930522735135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2010/01/cabbages-and-kings.html' title='Cabbages and Kings'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5285769507482804703</id><published>2009-10-31T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:25:04.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's done!!!</title><summary type='text'>OH ... my ... god!  It's done.  40 pages today, including 7 pages between 4 and 5 this morning.  Now I have to wake Jenny up so we can go eat.  I am a total and complete goddess.  I've written 123 pages since I got here (three days plus the travel day from hell) and I'm ready to drink champagne and party like it's 1999.Except that Jenny's asleep and Lani's taken Sweetness and Light out for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5285769507482804703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5285769507482804703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5285769507482804703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5285769507482804703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s done!!!'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-1629379891066084330</id><published>2009-10-30T20:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:42:31.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAYS LIKE THIS</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday dawned bright and early.  I curled up in my recliner and began to write, watching the sun glint off the Ohio River.  It went more slowly than I wanted, but you know, I had to stop and visit for at least a tiny while.  The dogs came in to keep me company, I nibbled on cinnamon bagels and whole grain goldfish, and finally exhaustion overtook me and I dragged my sorry ass in for a nap.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/1629379891066084330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=1629379891066084330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/1629379891066084330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/1629379891066084330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/10/days-like-this.html' title='DAYS LIKE THIS'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/SuuHWmkAvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LGSv6a8qtqk/s72-c/lr1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6112888842466197006</id><published>2009-10-29T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:58:18.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Well, after a travel day from hell (cancelled flights, long delays, squeaking onto a plane after being on standby) I got to Jenny's.  We had our traditional welcome home meal at IHOP, hugs and kisses when I got home, and then I curled up in the living room and wrote ten pages before I fell asleep.  I've been up since a little after nine, writing like crazy, when a paddlewheel steamer just went by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6112888842466197006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6112888842466197006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6112888842466197006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6112888842466197006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6534793366313206473</id><published>2009-10-26T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:21:01.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got the killer of all schedules right now. A book due at the end of the week, then two months to finish another book, then two and a half months to write a brand new one. It's totally insane.However, I'm currently in a white hot frenzy of inspiration -- I actually WANT to write (usually I prefer having written to the actual act of writing) and there's nothing I like more than immersing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6534793366313206473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6534793366313206473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6534793366313206473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6534793366313206473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-killer-of-all-schedules-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/SuXMYwkvUvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i0JHRlxAM1U/s72-c/krissiespot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2598039606807216066</id><published>2009-10-06T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:10:06.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I recently wrote a wailing, self-pitying post on a private bulletin board I'm on. A safe place, where I can express such fears. And I wrote:I'm afraid I'm going to die before I finish the books I want to write.I'm afraid my husband and I will never again .....I'm afraid I'm about to sink into a depression.I'm afraid of the IRS.I'm afraid I'm going to be a slave to someone I'm not going to name in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2598039606807216066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2598039606807216066' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2598039606807216066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2598039606807216066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6877709110015909257</id><published>2009-07-20T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:28:23.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Games</title><summary type='text'>I've been searching the web but I can't find pictures. I had a fabulous time at RWA, but I'm afraid my fabulous-ness was visual. When asked to host the awards ceremony I had to promise to behave. I have absolutely not idea why people think I'll be inappropriate  but I promised I'd stick to the script.But ... people expect better things from me. So I said to Laura Hayden, the magnificent director,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6877709110015909257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6877709110015909257' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6877709110015909257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6877709110015909257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-and-games.html' title='Fun and Games'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-542206944531004279</id><published>2009-07-13T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:33:18.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Barbie, Let's go Party</title><summary type='text'>It's RWA time again. This week a thousand romance writers, from someone who just thinks maybe she might want to write a book some day, all the way up to the Goddess of us all, Nora Roberts, will converge on Washington, DC to party down, give speeches, see old friends, make other old friends feel inadequate, eat too much, dance our asses off at the Harlequin party, and basically spend the week not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/542206944531004279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=542206944531004279' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/542206944531004279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/542206944531004279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-on-barbie-lets-go-party.html' title='Come on Barbie, Let&apos;s go Party'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-3327740388677278506</id><published>2009-06-22T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:25:12.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PECKING ORDER</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year again.  RWA (Romance Writers of America) is having their annual conference, this time in Washington, DC.  If you're a romance writer, published or aspiring, you shouldn't miss it.  If you're a reader and anywhere near the area you should come on in for the largest book-signing in the world (probably), with everyone you love there.  Check this out for details and start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/3327740388677278506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=3327740388677278506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3327740388677278506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3327740388677278506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/06/pecking-order.html' title='PECKING ORDER'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-3602990125394747204</id><published>2009-06-17T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:10:52.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!-- Begin #content --&gt;    &lt;!-- Begin #main --&gt;                        &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;         &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;         &lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;                  &lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;                &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;                                     It's been a hell of a week, which is why my blog is going up late. Jenny-my-niece (as opposed to Jenny Crusie) has flown back here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/3602990125394747204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=3602990125394747204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3602990125394747204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3602990125394747204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='TIRED'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7949325116059284966</id><published>2009-04-20T10:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:09:23.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKING BACK</title><summary type='text'>                            Thirty-five years ago this month my life was changed forever. I was twenty-five years old and my first book was published. It was a gothic romance, published by a subsidiary of Ballantine, and suddenly everything was magic. There it was, the cover with the ingenue in the front, the big old house in the background with one light on in the window. It was written in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7949325116059284966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7949325116059284966' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7949325116059284966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7949325116059284966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-back.html' title='LOOKING BACK'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6050466259586246785</id><published>2009-04-13T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:52:03.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip Winds Down</title><summary type='text'>We're in the Kabuki Hotel in Japantown, winding down our trip. We can see our daughter's apartment building from our balcony, yesterday the Cherry Blossom Festival was in full swing, and for breakfast this morning we had fresh California strawberries and pastries from one of the many bakeries nearby. Yum!While I'm here I'm going to use the deep Japanese bathtub (you sit on a little stool and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6050466259586246785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6050466259586246785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6050466259586246785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6050466259586246785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-winds-down.html' title='The Trip Winds Down'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7459078355492784810</id><published>2009-03-23T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:52:04.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Apple</title><summary type='text'>Hmmmph. Forgot all about blogging today. Today I dragged my sorry ass out of bed at 3:25 am, threw on some clothes and drove 65 miles to the airport. Got on a plane to NYC, arrived and had the taxi ride from hell (I was getting car sick). An hour to drive 1/4 mile (the driver couldn't figure out where to go). I still gave him money, the poor sweetie.But the blessed hotel let me check in early and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7459078355492784810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7459078355492784810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7459078355492784810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7459078355492784810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-apple.html' title='The Big Apple'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-317280970125402555</id><published>2009-03-09T09:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:49:43.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><summary type='text'>I gotta finish my book today. The new historical, working title HEARTLESS, is so utterly delicious, and I don't have time to blog. So instead I'll give you a sneak peak at my hero, Francis Rohan. Let me know what you think. He's a Very Bad Man who's not nearly as wicked as he thinks he is or tries to be. And trust me, redemption is around the corner.Francis Alistair St. Claire Dominic Charles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/317280970125402555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=317280970125402555' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/317280970125402555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/317280970125402555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-563516430829668311</id><published>2009-02-23T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:53:02.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Health</title><summary type='text'>So, yes, I'm adorable.  If you have any doubts, check this out:You can find more on Youtube.And I'm delighted to announce that DOGS AND GODDESSES has been on the New York Times Extended list for two weeks, which is really quite delightful. I love that book, and apparently other people do too (it got starred reviews in Publishers Weekly and Library Journal).I've been listening to my books on audio</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/563516430829668311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=563516430829668311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/563516430829668311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/563516430829668311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/02/mental-health.html' title='Mental Health'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8583694850055873245</id><published>2009-02-16T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:42:48.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><summary type='text'>The life of the New York Times Bestseller (yes, we hit #29!) returns to normal. The mini-book tour is at an end, the Goddess Reunion is over (we spent our last night rolling on the floor over Big Trouble (the Dave Barry movie) and Tropic Thunder (we have no class but damn, it was brilliant).We took off the next day after a delicious breakfast, I had a belated Valentine's Day dinner with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8583694850055873245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8583694850055873245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8583694850055873245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8583694850055873245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5020132351622010140</id><published>2009-02-01T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:07:13.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've collaborated again. This time with Jenny Crusie and Lani Diane Rich, and we had absolutely the best time in the world. We met in an apartment in Greenwich Village, at Jenny's magic house in an enchanted forest, and on-line, and the three of us cobbled together a strange and wondrous tale of three women who discovered they are destined to be goddesses, the first sign being that their dogs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5020132351622010140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5020132351622010140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5020132351622010140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5020132351622010140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-collaborated-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/SYZjVSQt0ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2uqdZGf4fXw/s72-c/d%26g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5721777148010903185</id><published>2009-01-26T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:22:07.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwich Generation</title><summary type='text'>                            So did you think I got my office cleaned out? Ha! I got half the desk cleared off where I make my jewelry, plus emptied one banker's box that held some of my old Signet books (my agent has received interest from Thailand, of all places, for Nightfall and Moonrise and the like). But that's it. Nothing in my bedroom either, which is worse.I did, however, write thirty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5721777148010903185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5721777148010903185' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5721777148010903185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5721777148010903185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/01/sandwich-generation.html' title='Sandwich Generation'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2393633811826305887</id><published>2009-01-19T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:20:22.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><summary type='text'>So is everyone feeling as energized as I am?  Everywhere I turn good things are happening -- the miracle on the Hudson, the miracle in Washington.  Hope is all around, and I'm ready to jump in, feet first.The world seems like a wonderful place, and I don't have to go anywhere to take advantage of it.But first things first -- time to declutter.  I wanted to upload a photo of my horrendously messy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2393633811826305887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2393633811826305887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2393633811826305887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2393633811826305887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2009/01/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2840495681065275080</id><published>2008-12-21T16:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:49:37.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho</title><summary type='text'>I once found some Christmas flannel with Christmas trees and "Ho ho ho" written on it, and I proceeded to make my children some Christmas nightwear, because I am undoubtedly a Christmas Ho.  Unfortunately I didn't pay attention and their nightshirts said "oh oh oh".They didn't notice, thank God.It's Christmas!  Most definitely, most officially.  My darling daughter is braving sleet and several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2840495681065275080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2840495681065275080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2840495681065275080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2840495681065275080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7261646544712979467</id><published>2008-11-12T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:12:51.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You got to put up a fight</title><summary type='text'>I'm still celebrating.  I heard this on Vin Scelsa's radio program and loved it, so I'm passing it on to you guys.  It's great on the car radio -- you turn it up full blast, open your sun roof and pump your fist as you sing along.In fact, the entire album (Rebel Rockers by Michael Franti and Spearhead) is wonderful.Power to the Peaceful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7261646544712979467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7261646544712979467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7261646544712979467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7261646544712979467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-got-to-put-up-fight_12.html' title='You got to put up a fight'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4219444078009975602</id><published>2008-11-10T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:22:03.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Fun</title><summary type='text'>So in less than a week the world has suddenly become a vastly better place. Even people of differing politcal viewpoints pretty much agree on that.But ... our economy is still in the crapper and that's not going to change quickly. We're in a mess and we're all going to have to be doing our part. I see it kind of like WW II, when everyone had to sacrifice to get things right. Fortunately we don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4219444078009975602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4219444078009975602' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4219444078009975602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4219444078009975602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheap-fun.html' title='Cheap Fun'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4359837918590565981</id><published>2008-11-05T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:03:14.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPPEE!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Of course.  Could you ever have had any doubts?  I am so thrilled with last night's election results, thrilled with this country.  We've finally lived up to our potential.  We've had a gracious loser,a winner who's changed the face of our country forever, for the better.I'm in the midst of a hot writing streak, but for today I have to stop and celebrate.  Days like this don't come along too often</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4359837918590565981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4359837918590565981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4359837918590565981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4359837918590565981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/11/yippee.html' title='YIPPEE!!!!'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4787533149740083325</id><published>2008-09-16T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:33:20.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><summary type='text'>I got so caught up the effing book that I forgot to post.  I finished in a blaze of glory, came back home (hobbled back home), spent three days on revisions and then sent it off.  And because it was so late my Darling Baby Boy Editor (or DBBE) says it's nicely creepy and he only has a few notes. Such a sweet boy!So now I'm sitting here with ice on my knee, ready to start on my fabulous historical</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4787533149740083325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4787533149740083325' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4787533149740083325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4787533149740083325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/09/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-3116001080924981433</id><published>2008-09-06T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:22:44.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><summary type='text'>Out of bed around 9:30, ate mini-croissants and drank DC.  Keyed in changes and wrote another new scene for Chapter four, giving me five new pages, then off to have lunch with writer friends.  I'm limping around like Marty Feldman in Young Frankenstein, popping ibuprofen and tylenol like made, and it's not doing any good, so I stopped and bought a heating pad on the way back to the hotel.I was so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/3116001080924981433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=3116001080924981433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3116001080924981433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3116001080924981433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2254108522133962425</id><published>2008-09-05T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:07:08.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 afternoon</title><summary type='text'>So we're at 27 pages so far.  I downloaded Nick Cave's Murder Ballads and they're so freaking creepy that I'm going to have a hard time getting them out of my head when this book is done.Our heroine has finally gotten her shit together and decided to leave her husband when, like Bluebeard's wife, she discovers proof that he's the serial killer. Now she's got to rescue her daughter and kill her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2254108522133962425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2254108522133962425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2254108522133962425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2254108522133962425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-2-afternoon.html' title='Day 2 afternoon'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8585292172300463599</id><published>2008-09-05T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:12:20.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><summary type='text'>Dragged my sorry ass out of bed at 9:30, grabbed a DC from the fridge and finished the read-through.  Now I'm off for a huge breakfast since I didn't have dinner, then swing by the grocery store and then lock myself in again.The page counts come next.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8585292172300463599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8585292172300463599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8585292172300463599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8585292172300463599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-770169740911864787</id><published>2008-09-04T22:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:25:40.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon step 2</title><summary type='text'>So it's now 10:21 pm, I've gotten to page 200, and I'm exhausted.  I've eaten a package of mini-croissants and half a bag of potato chips, had a Diet Coke, a bottle of water and two mugs of Diet Lemonade, went swimming, sat in the hot tub because I'm full of aches and pains, and now I'm going to go to sleep.(Dinner, you ask?  Who needs dinner when you've got junk food?)The book's better than I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/770169740911864787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=770169740911864787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/770169740911864787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/770169740911864787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/09/marathon-step-2.html' title='Marathon step 2'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5674318367508848508</id><published>2008-09-04T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:48:07.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time has come</title><summary type='text'>So I jumped into my car and drove 70 miles to the elegant Burlington (VT) Sheraton.  I'm all settled in -- I had to go out to buy a new lap desk since I forgot mine and my computer's too heavy on my legs.Also had to get the necessities of life -- potato chips and whole grain Goldfish and croissants and Diet Coke and light lemonade (plus pitcher and mug and straws), plus some water.  And now I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5674318367508848508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5674318367508848508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5674318367508848508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5674318367508848508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-has-come.html' title='The Time has come'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-3128162117267809404</id><published>2008-09-01T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:39:13.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!-- Begin #content --&gt;    &lt;!-- Begin #main --&gt;                        &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;                                                             The end of what, you may ask. The end of the first draft of SILVER FALLS. I've been slaving away like a madwoman, tearing my hair, rewriting and rethinking and looking at it sideways and upside down. But we're coming into the homestretch. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/3128162117267809404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=3128162117267809404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3128162117267809404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3128162117267809404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/09/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8048454330258741024</id><published>2008-08-25T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:41:08.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings and Beginnings</title><summary type='text'>It's a time for a lot of things to end. Summer, for one thing. It's getting cool here in Northern Vermont, and there are splashes of color all around. There wasn't much of a summer at all -- nothing but rain -- but the clear cool days of fall remind us all why we live here.It was also the end for a dear friend of mine, Lewis Hill, a writer and a mentor. He was one of the loveliest people I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8048454330258741024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8048454330258741024' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8048454330258741024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8048454330258741024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/08/endings-and-beginnings.html' title='Endings and Beginnings'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4483535742408644700</id><published>2008-08-11T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:10:30.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Good Times</title><summary type='text'>My darlings -- I'm back from San Francisco, crippled to the max (someone remind me when I have a bad knee, not to bound onstage dancing with joy). I'm hot on the trail of SILVER FALLS, which is due in a horrifying short time, but thanks to the help of Jenny Crusie and Lani Diane Rich I'm very clear on what I'll be doing and I should be able to just charge right ahead.And here's the delicious news</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4483535742408644700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4483535742408644700' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4483535742408644700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4483535742408644700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-good-times.html' title='More Good Times'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/SKCAgf5ZhOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TTxw4KPzJ2E/s72-c/Anne+Stuart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2666625582757930306</id><published>2008-08-04T13:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:30:56.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo!!!!</title><summary type='text'>                               I won!!! I got the RITA from the Romance Writers of America for Best Ro mantic Suspense (think Oscar for Best Supporting Actress) for ICE BLUE.  Japanese-American assassin hero, Japanese setting, sex and violence and rock and roll. Hey, life is good!So let me tell you how ICE BLUE got to win a RITA. I entered three books -- THE UNFORTUNATE MISS FORTUNES with Eileen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2666625582757930306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2666625582757930306' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2666625582757930306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2666625582757930306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/08/wahoo.html' title='Wahoo!!!!'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4583920359953950712</id><published>2008-07-19T10:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:09:22.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Channeling my Inner Barbie</title><summary type='text'>It's conference time, and I've been busy channeling my inner Barbie.  I'm not a girly girl kind of person, and I'm not a jock.  I guess, in fact, I'm a drama queen, who likes dress up and fantasy except for most of my life when it's jeans and tee shirts.  But when it comes time for the RWA National Conference it's glitz and glamour (if I'm in the mood).So I've been shopping on eBay for strange </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4583920359953950712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4583920359953950712' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4583920359953950712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4583920359953950712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/07/channeling-my-inner-barbie.html' title='Channeling my Inner Barbie'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/SIH_YmNk7GI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v4mIh_zIHHo/s72-c/makeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-3028166818646725781</id><published>2008-06-24T14:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:37:37.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Alan Rickman</title><summary type='text'>So I love Alan Rickman. This should come as no surprise -- any writer with taste would adore him. The snark, the wit, the elegance just make him absolutely delicious. I've used him as a hero in countless books and novellas (the impossibly hard to find novella in Avon's TO LOVE AND CHERISH would be the most obvious). I always use Richard Thompson as my sound track to any book that features Alan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/3028166818646725781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=3028166818646725781' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3028166818646725781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3028166818646725781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-alan-rickman.html' title='I love Alan Rickman'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4129318776022779190</id><published>2008-05-26T12:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:47:57.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conundrum</title><summary type='text'>So here I am, spinning my wheels. I've been circling the new book, SILVER FALLS, like a suspicious Rottweiler sniffing at the butt of a Doberman. I've written chapters, tossed them, notebooks full of notes, I understand my characters, and I find the story fascinating. It was inspired by the fact that Ted Bundy lived with a woman and her daughter during part of his killing spree and never touched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4129318776022779190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4129318776022779190' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4129318776022779190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4129318776022779190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/05/conundrum.html' title='Conundrum'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/SDrpoo2lkJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DldTKIa62QU/s72-c/scream.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8226895772001752339</id><published>2008-05-12T10:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:48:42.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><summary type='text'>So life has suddenly become splendid. I became fat, fair and sixty at Disney World (one of my favorite places in the world) along with my kids and my husband. We stayed at the Port Orleans Riverside, which was gorgeous, I scooted around on a little scooter (the knee's still bad from the surgery) and struck terror in the heart of bus drivers with my parking skills, I rode lovely rides (favorites </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8226895772001752339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8226895772001752339' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8226895772001752339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8226895772001752339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8932581673179000264</id><published>2008-03-17T13:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:18:48.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mort's Comic</title><summary type='text'>Mort (Maggie Shayne) had a house fire a few weeks ago, and she's been an absolute goddess coming to terms with it, helping the workers rip out the burned stuff and making her home her own again.But her stuffed critters got pretty well smoked, so I decided she needed a plushy to make her life complete, and of course it would have to be a vampire, and of course, since it's from me, it has to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8932581673179000264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8932581673179000264' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8932581673179000264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8932581673179000264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/03/morts-comic.html' title='Mort&apos;s Comic'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6327756283223143596</id><published>2008-03-10T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:23:55.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knees and Berninas and Snow (Oh My)</title><summary type='text'>Blogger's not working for me today either.  I wanted to upload a photo of my Bernina 1000 (I decided to call her Bernadette, not for Bernadette of Lourdes  but for the song by the Four Tops) but the internet was being stubborn.But let me tell you about Phantom, the gray cat whose picture showed up last time.He arrived at our house last winter, slipping through the darkness like a ghost.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6327756283223143596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6327756283223143596' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6327756283223143596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6327756283223143596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/03/knees-and-berninas-and-snow-oh-my.html' title='Knees and Berninas and Snow (Oh My)'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6892315610755740578</id><published>2008-02-10T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:43:36.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio part deux</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's actually a day three but what the hell.  Yesterday we sat around the living room, hashing out plot points for Dogs and Goddesses and I had an epiphany about Abby, my heroine.  We ate cookies and went shopping and came back and worked up a podcast on Lani's Will Write for Wine podcast series (available for free on iTunes).  Today we dragged out butts out of bed, ate at Red Robin and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6892315610755740578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6892315610755740578' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6892315610755740578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6892315610755740578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohio-part-deux.html' title='Ohio part deux'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6254744314598779308</id><published>2008-02-07T23:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:26:46.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio</title><summary type='text'>Finally made it here.  For those of you who read Jenny Crusie's blog, you know that she and Lani and I have been daydreaming about our perfect writing and living commune, know as Clitoris.    I was expecting them to greet me at the airport with a large sign saying Welcome to Clitoris and shocking the hell out of the businessmen but they were well-behaved and whisked me off to IHop, land of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6254744314598779308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6254744314598779308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6254744314598779308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6254744314598779308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohio.html' title='Ohio'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-6191317101816060391</id><published>2008-02-06T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:27:56.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Detour at O'Hare</title><summary type='text'>So the best laid plans of divas oft go aglay (or whatever).  I'm sitting in a hotel 6 miles from O'Hare while Jenny and Lani get to have fun without me.  Not fair.  I thought I was so clever getting out of Burlington in the midst of a heavy snow storm.  I didn't stop to consider that Chicago would be even worse.Grumble.No meds, no clean clothes, just my trusty computer and me.  At least they do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/6191317101816060391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=6191317101816060391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6191317101816060391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/6191317101816060391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/02/detour-at-ohare.html' title='Detour at O&apos;Hare'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2741669510507130269</id><published>2008-02-04T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:11:48.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Ohio</title><summary type='text'>Not quite as cool as off to see the Wizard (of OZ = Australia) but still cool, because I get to go spend time with Jenny Cruisie and Lani Diane Rich in the magic house by the river. We'll work our butts off on Dogs and Goddesses, eat at IHop, go to Hobby Lobby almost every single day (interspersed with great quilt and fabric stores) and generally have a fabulous time. And I absolutely can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2741669510507130269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2741669510507130269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2741669510507130269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2741669510507130269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2008/02/off-to-ohio.html' title='Off to Ohio'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/R6d_hO61dMI/AAAAAAAAADw/2Yn9ahwHtdk/s72-c/xmas07+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-1521414873886381660</id><published>2007-12-31T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:16:17.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>I know, I promised 25 days of Christmas and once more I went MIA.  First there was the fried Mac computer (better known as Apple Crisp).  Then there was the decision to crash a book (which means writing it as fast as you possibly can).  And then there was life.But I'm back, and one of my many New Year's Resolutions is to post at least once a week here.First off, no resolutions about my career. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/1521414873886381660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=1521414873886381660' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/1521414873886381660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/1521414873886381660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/R3kVu5uNWiI/AAAAAAAAADo/kejqQGAWmzM/s72-c/fireworks.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-7656256152091836107</id><published>2007-12-10T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:24:57.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 7,8 &amp; 9</title><summary type='text'>OK, I'm unreliable.  I've been finishing up my Christmas novella (CLAUS AND EFFECT) and working on the collaboration (DOGS AND GODDESSES) and haven't been keeping up with my Christmas-y duties.  I made Richie put a new electric outlet on the landing so I can put a Christmas lamp on the window there (which get surrounded by tiny Christmas Cabbage Patch Kids that came from McDonalds Happy Meals </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/7656256152091836107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=7656256152091836107' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7656256152091836107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/7656256152091836107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day-78-9.html' title='Christmas Day 7,8 &amp; 9'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5001708015455362128</id><published>2007-12-06T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:05:37.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 5 &amp; 6</title><summary type='text'>OK, so I got a little distracted last night.  It happens to the best of us.   I ended up running around being dutiful daughter and good wife and mother and didn't get any work done, but I hauled out the Laurel Burch Christmas quilt (pictures to come) and today I had Tim bring up the thirteen boxes of Christmas decorations (not counting the five still downstairs for the tree).  I got about five </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5001708015455362128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5001708015455362128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5001708015455362128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5001708015455362128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day-5-6.html' title='Christmas Day 5 &amp; 6'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/R1h_zh4NOBI/AAAAAAAAADg/plJs1PnAxHg/s72-c/xmas05+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4269509873151551617</id><published>2007-12-04T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:01:50.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 4</title><summary type='text'>My darlings!  I went searching on the internet and found a treasure trove of J-rock Christmas songs to download -- ones I'd never heard of.  Ah, such joy!Fifteen pages of the Christmas novella today, working hard.  Today I'm wearing green with embroidered wreaths on it -- I'm such a Christmas whore.  I got tapped to provide the entertainment for our church luncheon on Saturday so I'm coming up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4269509873151551617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4269509873151551617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4269509873151551617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4269509873151551617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day-4.html' title='Christmas Day 4'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/R1YD1h4NOAI/AAAAAAAAADY/QEirhlJFEhs/s72-c/burninxmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-400355774642968475</id><published>2007-12-03T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:29:04.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 3</title><summary type='text'>My darlings!  Well, first of all I wrote 18 pages on the Christmas novella.  No rest for the wicked.  It took me till 2 pm because I had to keep stopping for email and a game or two of solitaire, but they're solid pages.  It'll be done this week.And while doing that I uploaded a bunch of Christmas CDs to my computer while I listened to them.  Hall and Oates were a little too rambunctious for me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/400355774642968475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=400355774642968475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/400355774642968475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/400355774642968475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day-3.html' title='Christmas Day 3'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2939871851065914833</id><published>2007-12-02T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:01:22.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 1 &amp; 2</title><summary type='text'>My darlings!  OK, so I already fell down on my promise to blog every day, but I've been doing my Christmas duty.  Yesterday I went over to Sally's house and sorted through my Christmas fabric -- I'm going to make a quick Christmas throw for my mother out of Debbie Mumm Christmas teapot fabric.  Tried to get the Xmas carol clock up and running but alas, no AAs, but in the meantime I hauled more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2939871851065914833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2939871851065914833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2939871851065914833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2939871851065914833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day-1-2.html' title='Christmas Day 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/R1Mcoh4NN_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8YxJTpOlYrw/s72-c/yoshiki_061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4038644049010157803</id><published>2007-11-30T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T14:08:05.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Days of Christmas</title><summary type='text'>My darlings!  I'm turning over a new leaf, and since Christmas is my favorite time of year, even when I'm depressed, I decided to blog for the 25 days of Christmas, starting tomorrow.  I've got my work cut out for me.  I have to finish a Christmas novella (9 pages today so far, almost half done), sew my little heart out, deal with negotiations for a new collaboration, figure out how to reinvent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4038644049010157803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4038644049010157803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4038644049010157803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4038644049010157803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/11/25-days-of-christmas.html' title='25 Days of Christmas'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/R1BeOpnQ2FI/AAAAAAAAADA/1volzJG1HxY/s72-c/qlt_alpinestar_p1_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-8309579803529489896</id><published>2007-10-12T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:28:20.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SEASONS OF CHANGE</title><summary type='text'>My darlings!  You can tell by the picture that I'm feeling crazed, anxious and depressed.  I'll try to always give you a hint of how I'm feeling.Five Reasons Why I'm CAD (crazed, anxious and depressed)1.  My new book, ICE STORM, is coming out and the print run is, shall we say, not what I would have hoped for.  Shall we say, appalling?  And it's the book of my heart -- one of my most favorite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/8309579803529489896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=8309579803529489896' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8309579803529489896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/8309579803529489896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/10/seasons-of-change.html' title='SEASONS OF CHANGE'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/Rw9_YnLh4oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/b4lTq4_Z7Ak/s72-c/scream.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-360629145115361390</id><published>2007-10-03T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:34:01.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last days of Reno</title><summary type='text'>So actually it was only 10 days.  13 pages on Monday, 7 lousy ones on Tuesday that I had to keep rewriting, and then an utterly fabulous 33 today.  The draft is done, and it's a great, marvelous, brilliant, flawed, shaggy mess which I will now proceed to whip into shape.  It's a little short, but like Elmore Leonard I try to leave out the stuff people skip.  I should know how good it is by Friday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/360629145115361390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=360629145115361390' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/360629145115361390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/360629145115361390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-days-of-reno.html' title='The last days of Reno'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-3668058038261999062</id><published>2007-10-01T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:02:22.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno Day 7</title><summary type='text'>So we ended up with thirteen pages yesterday.    Brings me to 177 pages in under two weeks, with a bladder infection and a overnight conference and speech in between.  My power knows no limit! Well, yes it does, since I can't make my career do what I want.  But at least I can write the best books I possibly can, and just let go of the rest.  It makes you insane if you let it.Actually yesterday, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/3668058038261999062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=3668058038261999062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3668058038261999062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/3668058038261999062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/10/reno-day-7.html' title='Reno Day 7'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-761704099794994975</id><published>2007-09-30T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:36:22.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno has a day of rest, Day 6</title><summary type='text'>So I got up and did my little talk (giving far too much information) and then took off, heading back home in hopes of getting Reno and company out of the showdown in one piece.  Unfortunately for them I was just burned out, so I lay down and watched hours of tivo'd tv (some ok, some brilliant ) and remembered how incredibly luscious Will Yun Lee is (on Bionic Woman -- quelle opening!)That's what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/761704099794994975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=761704099794994975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/761704099794994975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/761704099794994975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/09/reno-has-day-of-rest-day-6.html' title='Reno has a day of rest, Day 6'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/Rv_PUnLh4mI/AAAAAAAAACo/CTtX7XI5O-Y/s72-c/willyunlee.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-2347171821463774710</id><published>2007-09-28T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T17:38:47.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno Meets God, Day 5</title><summary type='text'>14 excellent pages this morning (to page 304) and then I took off and arrived at the Episcopal retreat center.  My room is like a cell (nun-like, not prisoner-like) and it's got narrow beds and a cross on the wall.  Not so sure I can get Reno's pants off in a situation like this.  (I'm at the retreat for the League of Vermont Writers, where I'm giving a talk on romance writing).  I have to hike a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/2347171821463774710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=2347171821463774710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2347171821463774710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/2347171821463774710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/09/reno-meets-god-day-5.html' title='Reno Meets God, Day 5'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/Rv1wxnLh4iI/AAAAAAAAACI/q7HPYQI-o2o/s72-c/BBCC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-5855965369825705679</id><published>2007-09-27T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:28:26.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno days 2,3, and 4</title><summary type='text'>I had a good excuse.  Tuesday I started out strong, wrote some, tore it out, wrote again.  I had to write a love scene, and it wasn't coming together at all.  Finally packed up my Clairefontaine notebook, my favorite pens, my iPod, and a folding chair and headed down to Dougie's beach.  There are many places on the lake where I can write, but too may leafer peepers were lurking, and I needed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/5855965369825705679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=5855965369825705679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5855965369825705679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/5855965369825705679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/09/reno-days-23-and-4.html' title='Reno days 2,3, and 4'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-4725205230263959838</id><published>2007-09-24T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:19:37.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twelve (more or less) Days of Reno</title><summary type='text'>I know, I'm impossibly evil, but I'm on a deadline, and I want you all to suffer along with me.  So I'm bringing my initial post over from Storybroads ad then I'll continue on, blow by excruciating blow, until Reno finally triumphs.I'm in the throes of  deadline dementia -- that state of insanity that takes over your life when you're finishing a book, whether it's overdue or not.  And this one is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/4725205230263959838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=4725205230263959838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4725205230263959838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/4725205230263959838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/09/twelve-more-or-less-days-of-reno.html' title='The Twelve (more or less) Days of Reno'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21154159.post-9208331852989526541</id><published>2007-08-17T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T06:22:21.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia and New Zealand</title><summary type='text'>We're in New Zealand now, where the people are equally as lovely as the Aussies but the weather leaves something to be desired, as does the hotel room (previously inhabited by a smoker).  But it's still great to be here.Before we left Sydney we went to the wild animal exhibit -- wallabies and koalas and reptiles and spiders.  Jenny's and my favorite spot was the butterfly garden, where I fell in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/feeds/9208331852989526541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21154159&amp;postID=9208331852989526541' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/9208331852989526541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21154159/posts/default/9208331852989526541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annestuart.blogspot.com/2007/08/australia-and-new-zealand.html' title='Australia and New Zealand'/><author><name>Anne Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02913801383180586584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.anne-stuart.com/images/srkrissie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nX4fY5huMZE/RsV0nY3QWkI/AAAAAAAAABw/hvWBb3IM6X0/s72-c/IMG_0192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
