Anne Stuart's Blog, page 16

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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