Anne Stuart's Blog, page 12

Why am I always late on a book? It makes me insane, ruins my sleep, makes me eat too much? And yet I do it every time. This time it wasn't my fault. My computer crashed with no backup and no second computer to work on even if I had backed it up. Fortunately Saint Jon at Small Dog Electronics saved the work, and I bought a second laptop (mine could be saved but I'd lost my second one right

God, so I love audio books. I love them with a fierce passion, and it's probably easy enough to understand. I assume everyone who reads this is either a reader or a writer and a reader. We all started out loving books. Nancy Drew, horse books, ballet books, Cherry Ames, our grandmother's Harlequins. It doesn't matter what, we loved them.I had a pretty awful childhood, with an alcoholic father

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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