<?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-32806414</id><updated>2011-08-09T00:26:56.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contessica Ryans</title><subtitle type='html'>Where you can find some words of wisdom, ramblings and on going work of Contessica Ryans. You will also find some promos and sometimes some really fun stuff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-9057002010312845350</id><published>2007-08-10T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:57:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Everything is running smoothly for the time being. I must admit that sounds strange since I have posted in a few days again but since everything is running too smoothly I really don't have anything to rant nor rave about. Which in a way seems a little depressing. Right now I have decided to make the move to one blog since blog up keep is a little difficult for me with all my blog hopping and personal writing goals. So when I have finally decided what is going on I will let everyone know. Oh, the ever changing mind of a tried writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-9057002010312845350?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/9057002010312845350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=9057002010312845350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/9057002010312845350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/9057002010312845350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/08/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-540446308163678058</id><published>2007-08-03T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:39:34.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Object of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r257/wendyportia/book_covers/ObjectDesire_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r257/wendyportia/book_covers/ObjectDesire_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Sylvia sees her new upstairs neighbour doing Tai Chi in the communal garden of their apartment building, she immediately knows she wants to do far more than borrow a cup of sugar from him. Nathaniel Gowen is everything she wants in a man and more—handsome, sexy, mature and mysterious—and she’s trying desperately to think of a casual way to introduce herself to the man who haunts her erotic dreams and fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day, he comes knocking at her door…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/objectofdesire.html"&gt;Read an excerpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?s=u84tcq5197&amp;strParents=&amp;amp;CAT_ID=&amp;P_ID=143"&gt;Buy from Total-E-Bound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-540446308163678058?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/540446308163678058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=540446308163678058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/540446308163678058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/540446308163678058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/08/object-of-desire.html' title='Object of Desire'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r257/wendyportia/book_covers/th_ObjectDesire_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-5768167106922369116</id><published>2007-07-25T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:47:07.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with change</title><content type='html'>Yup, I am changing this blog around abit - and have days set aside for certain stuff and more than likely switch the title of the blog yet again. I like change and I also dread it - but I find when I am in control of it then it is all good. I am going to add some more links, do a few promos and etc. I am debating about making mondays for sites I have checked out in the previous week and think is worthy of others to see. Fridays will be put aside for promoting and well I will pop in every so often in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-5768167106922369116?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/5768167106922369116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=5768167106922369116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/5768167106922369116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/5768167106922369116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-with-change.html' title='Fun with change'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-5818880857795824767</id><published>2007-07-05T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:14:09.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/KissaStarling/currentbookcover.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Kisses is a twisted fairytale that mirrors the original "Little Red Riding Hood". Red is taking candy to grandma but she won't quit eating them! Her mother warned her. Now she is faced with the titillating consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/KissaStarling/kissabannerjune.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit http://www.twilightfantasies.com/Candy%20Kisses.htm to purchase this Twisted Fairytale by Kissa Starling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-5818880857795824767?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/5818880857795824767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=5818880857795824767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/5818880857795824767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/5818880857795824767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/07/candy-kisses.html' title='Candy Kisses'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-8345892915132747970</id><published>2007-07-05T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:08:47.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something a little different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m113/wdm_quilter/BeneathandBeyond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m113/wdm_quilter/BeneathandBeyond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beneath and Beyond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Mumford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archaeologist Erin Carstedter is a no-nonsense kind of gal. Her colleagues know, if she can’t examine it with a microscope or define it by scientific method, it doesn’t exist. Erin’s beliefs are about to be tested by the most exciting archaeological find of this (or any other) century. A ruin has been discovered beneath the polar ice cap some fifty miles north of Alert, Canada. What Erin and her colleague, Dr. Matt Davidson, discover in those icy depths will challenge her thinking…and change the world forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publisher:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lavenderisis.com/beneathandbeyondbuy.html"&gt;Lavender Isis Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Science Fiction / Fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Format:&lt;/strong&gt; eStory (23 pages)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy &lt;strong&gt;Beneath and Beyond&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lavenderisis.com/beneathandbeyondbuy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-8345892915132747970?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/8345892915132747970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=8345892915132747970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/8345892915132747970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/8345892915132747970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-now-for-something-little-different.html' title='And now for something a little different'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-2427147008285270574</id><published>2007-07-05T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:57:54.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now a message from Romance Divas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Not going to Nationals? Don't worry...Romance Divas is doing the next best thing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Romance Divas announces the first annual "Not Going to Nationals Cyber Conference" from July 11-15, righton the forum. &lt;b&gt;Best of all, it's FREE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just register for Romance Divas--membership is free, you just need to sign up! www.romancedivas.com if you have trouble with registration email night.diva.maria (at) gmail (dot) com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;There will be workshops, Q&amp;As, and giveaways each day. All you have to do is participate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;July 11:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: PC Cast and Kristin Cast (topic TBA)&lt;a href="http://www.pccast.net"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PCCast.net&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;A: Erotic romance with Portia da Costa and Madelynne Ellis &lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PortiaDaCosta.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madelynne-ellis.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MadelynneEllis.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 12: &lt;br /&gt;Workshop: Book Signing 101: Tips to Help Make your Signing a Success by Jackie Kessler &lt;a href="http://www.jackiekessler.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JackieKessler.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;A: Legal Issues for Writers by Amanda Brice &lt;a href="http://www.amandabrice.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AmandaBrice.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 13:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: What to Expect After You Sign the Contract by Marley Gibson &lt;a href="http://www.marleygibson.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MarleyGibson.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;A: TBA (either with an agent from the Larsen-Pomada Agency or a panel on multi-cultural romance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 14:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: Sasha White (topic TBA) http://www.sashawhite.net/&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;A: How To Write Both YA and Adult Romance by Berta Platas &lt;a href="http://www.bertaplatas.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BertaPlatas.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: Trim That Fatty Writing! by Rhonda Stapleton &lt;a href="http://www.rhondastapleton.net"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RhondaStapleton.net&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;A: TBA (either with an agent from the Larsen-Pomada Agency or a panel on multi-cultural romance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We also have loads of great giveaways, including books, critiques, coaching, and more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-2427147008285270574?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/2427147008285270574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=2427147008285270574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/2427147008285270574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/2427147008285270574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-message-from-romance-divas.html' title='Now a message from Romance Divas'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-4189446086331663969</id><published>2007-07-05T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:43:42.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have seen the light and it burns</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know that I have been a very bad girl and haven't posted in like forever but once again my life hasn't gone as planned. I am offically a vampire or at least a creature of the night I work until the wee hours in the morning on my writing and I found out the hard way that I do have an allergy and it is to sunlight of all things. Seriously I can just run from the car to the store and if the sun is out two hours later my exposed skin is red, itchy and burning. Sounds like your common household sun burn right? Except it takes me five minutes and I need medication to heal. If I don't take the medication the burn breaks open and starts to bleed it is not a pretty picture. Anyway onto more important news I know how to copy and paste here once again *yeah*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting tonight this blog will become strictly for promos and the other such fun stuff. I am using my word press blog as my main personal blog so all upsets and so forth will be there- tons of fun like normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-4189446086331663969?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/4189446086331663969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=4189446086331663969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/4189446086331663969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/4189446086331663969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-seen-light-and-it-burns.html' title='I have seen the light and it burns'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-5652971445144936710</id><published>2007-02-27T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:09:55.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple pleasures and agonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="blue"&gt;I have too many thoughts swirling through my mind, almost like a raging wind storm leaving just hints and fragment in its wake. Sigh, have you ever had one of those days when idea after idea just pounds at your mind until you think you couldn't possibly handle anymore. Well that has been how my day - no week has been going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers go unanswered; sighs go unheard - Why, oh why do I get such strange one liners float through my cluttered mind. Teasing me with a possible idea or story line to come. Or how about, Love, Lust and other torments for a possible book title? Really, could it get any worst? And then it hits, almost painfully much worse than I thought possible. The idea isn't a romance, nor is it even an erotica horror of horrors it is a tale of unrequited love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the ideas to float to the surface, it had to be this. Should I even attempt to write it? I have a few stories on the go already, mostly for pleasure but at least I can attempt to have those published. But a tale of unrequited love!? I don't believe that there is a market for it, and I am not overly surprised by this fact since even to me it is terribly depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just so much hunger and desire in the characters that are calling to me that I don't think that I can ignore them. &lt;em&gt;Lovely, now I feel like I might need to visit a doctor who will make me lie down on a leather couch and ask me what is wrong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never fear the title is a completely different story idea that is a hellva lot more up beat. I do beleieve that I like to give myself heavy work loads, i don't have to write as much as I do since I am not published and not fighting to be (as of yet). Mind you I wouldn't mind being published, who wouldn't? But for now I like writing for the sake of writing, for my own enjoyment it is my little simple pleasure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-5652971445144936710?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/5652971445144936710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=5652971445144936710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/5652971445144936710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/5652971445144936710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple-pleasures-and-agonies.html' title='Simple pleasures and agonies'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-8317878139135112577</id><published>2007-02-13T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:49:04.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Story</title><content type='html'>For more exciting free reads got to &lt;a href=http://romancedivas.com/ebookchallenge.html&gt;Romance Divas E Book Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; for a complete listing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to content in the story this story is not for those under eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson in Seduction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I see that you have returned from your trip to London." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Turning at the words, Katherine could only nod surprised to find her husband home. At this time in the evening he would be on the way to his club to drink and play cards with the other men of the ton. Followed by a quick visit to their mistresses, even though Maddie had told her that Edward had not visited her in almost a year she didn't believe her. How could she believe her? Everything about Maddie was so different, so exotic and sexual compared to her. From all that she had learned that day she wondered if she could do what she truly longed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Is something amiss, Edward?" Handing her coat and gloves to the waiting maid, Katherine folded her hands in the folds of her gown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"No, everything is fine. I have decided to stay in this evening with my wife." Edward replied with a faint smile as he gazed at his wife knowing perfectly well where she had been. Even though Maddie was no longer his mistress, he liked to think of her as a friend. Perhaps he was considered strange by some of his peers for the way he thought. Being raised by his parents whom loved and admired each other he was brought up with different beliefs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Shall I be expecting you this evening?" Twisting her hands into the folds of her gown, Katherine was afraid to hope that he would come to her rooms this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Your maid is already preparing a bath for you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fighting the urge to stomp her foot in frustration, Katherine watched as Edward turned and walked back into his study before she went to her rooms. Allowing her maid to undress her before she stepped into the rub, Katherine waved her away wanting some time to herself to think of what she had learned that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As images of entwined bodies that she had seen that day flooded her mind, she whimpered as she slid further into the tub. Feeling her nipples tighten in response she closed her eyes, sliding a hand down her belly to settle just above her curls where she was aching. Fighting the urge to slid her hand even further she reached for the cloth to wash herself. Finding it not within reach she sat up and turned around to see if it had fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Looking for this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reaching to take the cloth from Edward's fingers, she gasped as he pulled it out of reach and shook his head. Confused by what he was doing, Katherine was about to ask him what he was doing when she realized that he was completely nude and quite aroused. Turning around and sliding down into the tub again, Katherine knew that she was blushing but it was the first time that she had ever seen her husband naked. When he came to her rooms he always only had one lone candle lit that he would leave burning across the room on the fireplace mantle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hearing Edward chuckle she was more than tempted to turn around and see what he found so funny when he kneeled down on the floor beside the tub. Growing more confused then before, she waited to see what he would do as her curiousity began to grow. She gasped as he dipped the cloth into the water and began to bathe her. She couldn't help but sigh as he ran the warm, wet cloth down one breast and and her belly before he raised one leg out of the water with his free hand and ran the cloth down the length of it before he dropped the cloth into the tub. as he lowered her leg down she couldn't help herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Why are you here? I was not expecting you until later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I must admit that I could not wait that long." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surprised at his answer, Katherine was about to ask why when she felt his hand slid down her belly into the soapy water, brushing past the curls and rubbing her wet flesh. Arching her back to grant him better access she sighed at the foriegn pleasure causing him to continue until she was leaning out of the tub and clutching at him as she reached her peak, whimpering against his shoulder. He muttered something hoarsely under his breath as he moved his hand and stood up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I knew where you were today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As if his words broke the spell that she was being lured under, Katherine sat up in the tub wondering how he knew. Her first thought was quickly replaced by her wondering what he thought about her having gone to his mistress to learn how to please him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I should have realized that you had desires as well. Foolishly I had assumed that you only welcomed me to your bed because it was my right as your husband." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Oh, Edward." Realizing that he didn't know everything, Katherine stood up laughing as Edward picked her up and carried her to the bed across the room. Running her fingers down his face as she gazed at him wondering what else about this man whom was her husband was unknown to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"That was not the reason why I went to Maddie's."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"It was not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I went there to learn how to please you, to seduce you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surprised by her words, Edward searched her face for any clues to see if she was lying and as she continued to gaze up at him he knew that she wasn't. Groaning he rolled over until she was lying on top of him giggling at his reaction she stopped when she realized that if she moved just a little lower she could be astride him as she had once seen that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Without saying anything she raised herself so that she was still straddling him but was now just above the length of his erect cock. Watching his blue eyes grow wide for a moment before he licked his lips, she smiled as she realized that she still might be able to please him. She continued to gaze deep into his eyes, as she lowered herself a little bit more not yet touching but close enough that he could feel the heat of her. He licked his lips again as he realized that she was no longer his sweet but navie wife, instead she was woman with an insatiable curiousity wanting to please him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Biting her lip she took a deep, shaky breath and finally slid down the length of him pausing for a moment as she got used to the exotic sensation. Sighing in pleasure at the sharp gasped that escaped his lips, she closed her eyes and slowly began to move up and down the length of him. Opening her eyes as she felt him grab her hips, helping her guide her into a faster and harder rhythme that caused her to whimper as he bite his lip trying to mute the groan as he finally shuddered beneath her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Where are you going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Startled at his question as she rolled off him, Katherine blushed as she allowed her gaze to roam over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I just assumed that we were finished."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"We are not done yet?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chuckling at Katherine's surprised expression he sat up and pulled her to him again bringing his lips to hers in a deep kiss that brought a sigh from her as he finally broke the kiss to catch a breath. "You might have gone to Maddie's to learn how to seduce but there is so much more that I am more than willing to teach you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Yes and the first thing I am going to do is to completely and utterly seduce you with your permission." Edward replied with a wicked glint in his blue eyes even as he began to push her down onto the bed. Feeling quite pleased by how things how turned out, better than she had ever imagined she could only nod her head in reponse as he set out to seduce her and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-8317878139135112577?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/8317878139135112577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=8317878139135112577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/8317878139135112577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/8317878139135112577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-story.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Story'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-3662350309099367103</id><published>2007-02-04T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:49:59.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know that I don't have much of life - sad but true. My basic day is waking up, eating something, half an hour of excerising followed by a shower and getting dressed. Then I do dishes and write until dinner time. After diner I do dishes maybe watch an hour or two of tv and go back on the computer and that is my life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok now that I have gotten that off my chest I can't help but wonder what life would be like if I was normal and not classified as disabled. Perhaps I would have a career or be dating a good man or even married with a little one or two *sigh*. I guess it just isn't for me but it is times like these when the 35 mph winds are blowing around the building and I can't get out except to see my surgeon or doctor or once a month grocery shopping I kind of get depressed or moody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Onto some nice stuff since I don't have a sweet heart *probably never will* and I am doing the Romance Divas E-book challenge I will have a short story posted here with a list of links to other blogs/websites with other Divas free stories to read. So if you don't have a sweet heart and that box of chocolates looks just too good but will ruin you diet that has actually been working. Resist the chocolate and pull up a chair instead with a mug of hot chocolate with whipped (a lot less calories than a box of chocolate) or a cup of tea and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After I post the story and links I will not post for another week or so to let others read or look at the story without having to search for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Until later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-3662350309099367103?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/3662350309099367103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=3662350309099367103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/3662350309099367103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/3662350309099367103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-and-other-stuff.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day and other stuff'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-6995001315073158591</id><published>2007-01-16T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:40:42.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Deadlines</title><content type='html'>Ah, the joy of the personal deadline since I have no publishers as of yet when I write I make up my own deadlines to go by. Some are what the hell were you thinking deadlines and others are well anything goes lol. At the moment I have fourteen personal deadlines (since I can't seem to cut and paste on the net on my desktop yet my progress bars are stuck in limbo). My story that had been aimed for the Heatwave is a little too long - 12k too long to be exact and I love how it works. So that short now novella Aroused and Cursed will be polished off and sent to other publishers. I am kind of sad that I didn't make the Heatwave this year but I got a story that I really enjoy out of it so it isn't too bad and besides there is always next January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-6995001315073158591?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/6995001315073158591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=6995001315073158591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/6995001315073158591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/6995001315073158591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/01/personal-deadlines.html' title='Personal Deadlines'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-3840741114555315723</id><published>2007-01-12T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:13:01.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery knows me by name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Last week I was all gung ho to work and work, then maybe enjoy life a little. Then this week hit, it started out ok your typical week but by Thursday night I have heard from five different people that they are pregnant and two others are getting married. I am delighted for them all, wish them the best of luck and only have good thoughts for their futures. My problem is sitting alone at night surfing the net and seeing happy women with men or baby bumps and it hits so hard I can do nothing but cry. I am so jealous that I feel physically ill, and when I thought I had cried it out of my system a new wave of tears hit me harder than before. I cried off and on for a good three hours last night the pain almost physical like someone had kicked me in the gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Why, should I let this bother me- you may ask and I have asked myself that exact same question more times than I care to admit. The answer is frighteningly simple that is what I have always wanted. Even when my hip fusion at fourteen was just an idea and they asked me how I felt about it my reply- quote from my diary I don't care just as long as I can have children naturally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Poor, silly naive me to think that just because a doctor says I would that it would actually happen. All through high school I was the one teased that I would get pregnant first, just before graduation two friends got pregnant. When twenty-two rolled around and I still hadn't held hands with a man never mind get pregnant another friend had a baby and got married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;From then on as each new year past I bit nails and prayed for a miracle - attempting to date, the bar scene, being hooked up- of course none of it worked out and boy could I tell you some horror stories of how I was treated or looked upon but now isn't the time. 2006 was supposed to be the year that I had my hip replaced and could go on and have some semblance of a life. Sadly this didn't happen- well the replacement happened and my surgeon says that it looks great. But now my other hip has decided to let me know it needs work too. Which means that there is more surgery in my furture- but still no baby or even a man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So here I sit in the beginning of 2007, at the age of twenty-seven wondering if things will ever get better. At least I have my Gary Oldman movies but is it so wrong to want more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-3840741114555315723?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/3840741114555315723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=3840741114555315723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/3840741114555315723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/3840741114555315723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/01/misery-knows-me-by-name.html' title='Misery knows me by name'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-391423545332516567</id><published>2007-01-06T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T06:57:34.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I haven't changed my progress bars but I will eventually some will be lower before (due to the laptop issue) and there will even be some new ones lol. I think I am going to color code them blue for main stream, pink for romance, red for the hotter stuff and some other color for my gothic/paranormal and historical stuff or something like that- still debating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got just under half of my project for the Amber Quill Heatwave done and I quite like it. It won't have a side bar though by the time I change them it will probably already be submitted lol. But it is a contemporary paranormal titled, &lt;em&gt;Aroused and Cursed. &lt;/em&gt;Tease that I am that is all I am going to say at the moment I don't want to jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piece for the Romance Divas e-book challenge is also coming along nicely I don't want it to be too long though so I may actually have to prune it a little so that it flows just right. Since I am going to be posting it here since I don't have a website as of yet - just need to see what the blogger rules are about steamy stories lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Dangerous and Forbidden Pleasures I am now working on another historical - this one is only going to be novella length though. Now I really don't have much more to say except that I am going to London, England in July and I can't wait. Imagine the research I can get done there in my 12 night stay lol - and of course site seeing and all that good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-391423545332516567?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/391423545332516567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=391423545332516567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/391423545332516567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/391423545332516567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2007/01/writing-progress.html' title='Writing Progress'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-5863074108956904159</id><published>2006-12-30T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:56:12.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another year has come and is about to be done and what do I have to show for it. Hmm, I metal hip and tons of new projects in the works. My three finished novellas are sitting patiently on my laptop hard drive until I replace the battery and power cord. Most of this year was spent healing from my surgery and my planned trip to London next summer maybe put on hold since my other hip is at the point where I can only sit up for two hours before I have to lie down to give it a rest from the pain and stiffness. Grr, it would've been nice if I had any clue that anything was wrong with my &lt;em&gt;good hip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the next week my works in progress are going to change a little since two of the projects are on my laptop pratically finished. I am going to work on my work getting out there in the big world this year and am even working on a project for the Amber Quill Heat Wave. I am not going to go for hard core this year instead I am going to stay in my comfort zone with somewhat graphic scenes but more on the sensual side than the actual romance erotica arena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My baby the first book in a series of five will be ready to send to agents to look at in March and I am a little nervous at this thought but I am focused. I will get published this year in the big publishing houses and the e-publishers.  Starting January 2nd I am also on a diet this year my goal is to lose about nine pounds a month (maybe not in January) but if I do still get to go to London in July I want to look my best. It would be quite nice to have a fling while I am there *cheeky grin*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway no matter what your goals are this year have a very happy new year and don't forget to read a good book or eighty lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~Contessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-5863074108956904159?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/5863074108956904159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=5863074108956904159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/5863074108956904159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/5863074108956904159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-116675666048702250</id><published>2006-12-21T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:04:20.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No internet for a month was torture</title><content type='html'>Forget water torture and all those evil gadgets in dusty old castle basements of yore take away my internet for more than a week and I start to go insane. Seriously I could hardly sleep and when I did I woke up two hours later sweating like it was the middle of August instead of almost Canada in somewhat cold but still missing snow Canada. But I have a new computer and the net back and I am back in control again *insert evil laugh ending in a choking fit*. So to keep up the festive mood for New Years eve I will post the basic plot line of my short story that will be free for everyone to read on Valentine's day. I know it is two months away but I am beginning to realize that if I don't plan these little details out in advance then I might not be able to do anything *please don't let my net connection die please I have paid in advance so I will hound them to the ends of the earth if it does*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway off to go through my 28,000 emails *feel the pain*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-116675666048702250?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/116675666048702250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=116675666048702250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/116675666048702250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/116675666048702250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-internet-for-month-was-torture.html' title='No internet for a month was torture'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-116313134028706320</id><published>2006-11-09T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:02:20.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November is here and with it many changes (or things going on)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have finally moved.&lt;/em&gt; Do I need to say more, I don't think so. The relief is incredible just to be able to relax (kind of still got a bunch to unpack and organize but that is ok with me). On the bad side my left hip is causing me more pain and misery in the past three days than it has ever been in. I am in hell, I can hardly sleep at night my back is killing me and no matter what I do I keep getting slower and slower. Most of the time I am back to using two canes since I am still waiting for the serious physio on my replaced hip (I swear that I will call my surgeon's office next week really). I am trying so hard keep up with my basic exercises for the replaced hip but half the time it is pratically impossible if the other hip don't lock up on me it is the left knee. I can't win for losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now onto some good stuff - it is Nano time again. That wonderful time of the year when you attempt to write 50k in one month. With moving and everything else I have just barely 3k down. But you know what I am proud of that 3k it means I can do some work under pressure, I might not got all 50k done this month but I know that I will finish the story. I still need an actual title for it and it is driving me insane I am sure that in time I will think of a good one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am celebrating my birthday next weekend (I don't celebrate on my actual birthday because my grandpa died on it seven years ago-I adored my grandpa so you get the picture). With my mom and sister I am going to see Happy feet and go to williams coffee pub afterwards. I know Happy feet is a cartoon but those penguins are so cute, Robin Williams is one of the voices (you know it is going to be funny) and well frankly I need a damn good laugh. As an added bonus I get to see the next Harry Potter movie trailer before Happy feet starts so it is all good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Be forewarned I will probably post on Saturday and be full of doom and gloom. Hey I promised myself if I am depressed and go through a box of tissues on my birthday I will be a good for New Years eve I will, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-116313134028706320?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/116313134028706320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=116313134028706320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/116313134028706320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/116313134028706320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-is-here-and-with-it-many.html' title='November is here and with it many changes (or things going on)'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-116170966287504648</id><published>2006-10-24T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:07:42.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down is on</title><content type='html'>Four more days and I move. I say this with a sigh of relief I haven't been able to think straight the last month never mind write (notice how my works in progress bars haven't moved).  I still get some good ideas for stories (of course) but when it comes to start to actually write my brain feels like it has turned to mush. Stress (or at least way too much of) halts all function with me, makes me wonder if there is an actual disorder for it besides nervous breakdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to some actual news. First of all I am attempting NANO again this year. I have decided on a contemporary romance and this year I have worked out a plan to get it done on time. So hopefully it will work out all for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the docket, I have joined a group of the Romance Divas to write free stories that will be posted on our blogs/websites in February. All the details haven't been worked out yet but when they do I will post. I decided on a Historical Romance for this project and so far that is all I know lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post I must admit that with the move and having to get everything hooked up again it is more than likey I won't be posting until the second week in November. I will try to post before then but the way things are going at the moment with everything the chances are pretty slim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-116170966287504648?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/116170966287504648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=116170966287504648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/116170966287504648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/116170966287504648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/10/count-down-is-on.html' title='The count down is on'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-115881241187933482</id><published>2006-09-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:20:11.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Issue (whatever)</title><content type='html'>I can't stand it my life makes some soap operas jealous- I am sure everyone has said or thought this at least once in their lives. It has been decided that I am moving again this will be the fourth time in fourteen months, I am so tired of it. It seems like when I finally get everything somewhat settled I go again. Packing and unpacking, changing the address on my health card and etc. Grrr, it is almost enough to drive anyone insane! But this time it will be worth it the beginning of my life as I will know it! Ok, so perhaps that is a little too dramatic but seriously I start physio in a hospital soon and hopefully not long after that I can move on with my life. Like to date for example and so forth. But with a move looming ahead of me it looks like I won't be getting as much writing as I would like to get done- don't you just hate it when life interferes. Anyway that is my short and somewhat boring entry for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-115881241187933482?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/115881241187933482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=115881241187933482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115881241187933482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115881241187933482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-day-another-issue-whatever.html' title='Another Day, Another Issue (whatever)'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-115837759747292312</id><published>2006-09-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:33:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back with my writing progress</title><content type='html'>Ok, first thing I got to say is you can get a lot of work done without the internet - almost makes me re-think the whole wireless thing. Anyway I have done some work on all projects except for The Past and the Present - I was just not in the mood for it this week I suppose. I am a little surprised that Come to Me is going so well I think that if I keep this pace on it will be finished way before it's due date. If you haven't noticed I have two new projects on the go - After the Rain came to me I think on Tuesday and I already have two stories after it so I have another series coming. The Past and the Present is the first of five planned stories I think I will add a progress bar for book two in the series, Hidden Secrets - I know not as creative as some of my other titles but I love the titles for book three and five - the title for book is still undecided I have three ideas for it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden Pleasures, now what can I say about that. The idea came to me on Monday just when my wire or cord was beginning to get annoying I was checking out the Avon fan lit site. If you haven't been there I highly reccommend it - anyway it is basically a writing robin that is just starting where everyone writes a chapter and they are voted on to see which one wins to be part of the story. I was deciding if I wanted to give it a try and went to my word to work on an idea and instead of a traditional regency story idea I came up with something a little different. It is still a historical and in the regency period but a little spicier and I like it lol. Don't get me wrong I am going to give it a go at the story for Avon fan lit but I will wait to see how they decide to start it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I might post on the weekend but then again I might not I have to go through my email still (3000 messages) hopefully half of them will be junk but then again last time most of it wasn't lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-115837759747292312?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/115837759747292312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=115837759747292312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115837759747292312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115837759747292312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-back-with-my-writing-progress.html' title='I am back with my writing progress'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-115809551710771500</id><published>2006-09-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:11:57.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No internet until friday</title><content type='html'>Yup the title says it all. My internet connection is working fine but the cord is broken and won't stay in the back of my laptop A.J. Yes my laptop has a name A.J stands for Augustus Julian did I mention that I am an eccentric and go to the beat of my own drum lol - well now you know, almost makes you wonder what I am going to name my desktop when I get it in the next three months *hopefully*. For an added bonus I am joining RWA in about a month I still have a few more questions but it looks good too me it is an early christmas present from two friends. I am calling the Toronto Romance writers next week to get all my questions answered. I want to know what exactly I do and so forth. But I also want to join a few on-line divisions like the one for historical romance and passionate ink. That is it for today it is a pain to hold this cord in the back of the laptop and type grrr.  I will update my word count bars on Saturday and I want to say how sorry I am that I missed the chat on Friday (I don't think anyone missed me anyway but I hate saying one thing and end up not doing it). My net was down for an hour and then I ended up being dragged out for ice cream that was only supposed to take ten minutes and ended up being an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-115809551710771500?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/115809551710771500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=115809551710771500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115809551710771500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115809551710771500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-internet-until-friday.html' title='No internet until friday'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-115774270965832307</id><published>2006-09-08T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:11:49.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday is here TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow it is once again friday, the week just seemed like it was never going to end. Hmm, now what am I going to do today do some writing (of course), take a shower and a nap (yup I said it a nap - sad but true.) Going out for dinner with my mom and grandma and then get ready for the Cobblestone chat. Just in case no one knows what I am talking about every friday night at around 7 central the e-publisher has a chat, it is always tons of fun and more than likely has a contest or two. To get to the chat just go to &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/index.htm"&gt;http://www.cobblestone-press.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt; then after checking out the new releases look just above the welcome to Cobblestone press where it says home and etc. at the end there will be news and chat and from there it is so easy to get to the chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am for that dread but most welcome nap, have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-115774270965832307?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/115774270965832307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=115774270965832307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115774270965832307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115774270965832307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday-is-here-tgif.html' title='Friday is here TGIF!!!'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-115765084773480397</id><published>2006-09-07T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:40:48.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little good news and surprise! Some bad</title><content type='html'>I didn't post yesterday because I was a little in shock (to say the least) my brain still seems to be in a bit of a fog but here goes. I saw my surgeon yesterday morning, he took x-rays of the hip replacement and was thrilled that it was doing so good and was all smiles. I asked him if it was time for a Q and A session and he just nodded so I jumped in. First I asked why my good hip would lock if I did pretty much anything (from going to the grocery store to sitting at the dinner table for or hour or so) his answer came out of no where. He just glanced up from what he was writing and looked at the x-ray that had both hips and said it is the arthris (sp?). My mouth literally did drop open I thought that after I healed from the hip replacement I was free and clear for at least a decade. I guess to try and make me feel better he said that it wasn't advanced enough for him to worry about yet and we would talk about it more when I see him next in February. Which means we will probably be talking about opinions then about what is going to happen to it. The frightening thing is that my knee on my left side (the side with the hip replacement) also locks up or stiffens making it difficult to move never mind do my threapy excerises correctly. He never x-rayed the knee because well I didn't say anything until I was leaving so I guess it is something else we have to discuss next time. An example of how much my good hip locks up is that when I tried to get off the table after the x-rays I had a hard time to say the least because it locked again. I guess the two hour drive to the hospital did it, but I never expected to hear this. I never even knew anything was wrong with it my former surgeon never even mentioned it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home I had a good cry before I took a nap. At least the right hip (the one acting up now) wasn't fused so maybe I might have more options. I didn't sleep so good last night ( I suppose no one could blame me) I had this nightmare that I couldn't leave the airport when I took a trip to England because I kept setting the metal detectors off like mad. The thought of having two fake hips at the age of 30 (four more years to then) and possibly a fake knee is more than just a little bit frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was some good news in the beginning, too bad the rest had to be added.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-115765084773480397?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/115765084773480397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=115765084773480397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115765084773480397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115765084773480397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-good-news-and-surprise-some-bad.html' title='A little good news and surprise! Some bad'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-115742902695530798</id><published>2006-09-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:03:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good enough for me</title><content type='html'>I must admit that I am quite satisfied with how my blog has turned out. I admit that when it comes to computers I don't know that much - it took me a day and a half to figure what to do, sad but true. Like I promised (did I?) I have added a section where you can see how my current works in progress are coming along. I find that almost frightening now because I can't say well I have two more chapters because everyone will now if that is true or not. Anyhow I see my surgeon on Wednesday (I am not looking forward to this at all) - hmm I wonder what he will think of my new shoes or on second thought it is probably better not to know. Besides that my life is quiet and oh, so dull. Have fun everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-115742902695530798?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/115742902695530798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=115742902695530798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115742902695530798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115742902695530798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-enough-for-me.html' title='Good enough for me'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-115630067629084140</id><published>2006-08-22T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:37:56.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in dreams</title><content type='html'>As I was plotting yet another story to add to my growing pile I couldn't help but think of dreams since I am always told that I am a dreamer. This conflicts with another side of my personality though since I actually take things too seriously if that could be believed. I worry way too much about the little things in life (please no get the don't sweat the small things book comments) but I have always been that way and yet I spend a hell of a lot of time just sitting back and staring off into space as characters play out their stories in my mind. But I can't help but wonder is this common? Do writers have this problem of being told that they are dreamers with their heads in the clouds but at the same time take every other aspect of their life just as importantly (ok almost)? I think it just goes to show that many of us perform balancing acts every single day of our lifes and you know what I think that I am kind of proud of that fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-115630067629084140?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/115630067629084140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=115630067629084140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115630067629084140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115630067629084140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/08/living-in-dreams.html' title='Living in dreams'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806414.post-115569490499995017</id><published>2006-08-15T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:21:45.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new look and new beginnings</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the new blog, if you have noticed all my previous posts have been deleted. I am ok with this sometimes it is good to start afresh and start from scratch. Anyhow I am still working out a few kinks and when these are fixed then I will start blogging every day or every other day. When I went to Nova Scotia I actually planned a few subjects to discuss. Now to figure out how to get links on my side bar and word counts lol. Until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Contessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32806414-115569490499995017?l=contessica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/feeds/115569490499995017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32806414&amp;postID=115569490499995017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115569490499995017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32806414/posts/default/115569490499995017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contessica.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-look-and-new-beginnings.html' title='A new look and new beginnings'/><author><name>Contessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00619157781571953512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
