<?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-6044712</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:21:53.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Random Insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>Random Insanity is a weblog of the thoughts of Louise Karczmarz. She is a fantasy author, an editor and a mum, so finding a bit of time to get her thoughts in order is a bonus :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110839499825119329</id><published>2005-02-14T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:29:58.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentines Day to all who wander through my blog on a regular basis. I hope that this day is everything that you wanted it to be and you are spending it with those that you care about most. Frantic tidying has occured for a meal for many that will become a regular part of the week. Tonight is roast lamb with all the trimmings, not a fluffy pre-fab sentiment in sight. For all those who are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110839499825119329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110839499825119329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110839499825119329' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110795377628648160</id><published>2005-02-09T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-09T13:22:50.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Changes: The good, bad and the necessary.</title><summary type='text'>After the last post onto this blog I sat down and wrote the library a letter to ask them why their literature about paganism was so poor. The next morning (more efficient than many organisations) I had two responses. One passing me onto another department and the other letting me know that the library did have more books on paganism than my pagan friend could find while searching but they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110795377628648160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110795377628648160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110795377628648160' title='Changes: The good, bad and the necessary.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110783927984183918</id><published>2005-02-08T03:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T05:07:59.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Introspective: Mental Spring Cleaning</title><summary type='text'>I haven't sat down to do this for a while. Like tarot I know there are times when if I were to do it I would learn things that I would rather remain hidden I felt that dread of putting my thoughts down in black and white. A quiet melancholy took over my body and soul for the last week. Conversation and company was a trial and more than once I spent up to six hours in a room with people saying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110783927984183918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110783927984183918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110783927984183918' title='Introspective: Mental Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110740073773250793</id><published>2005-02-03T03:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:18:57.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Snowballs anyone?</title><summary type='text'>Well... this week has been interesting. We indeed live in interesting times. The website for the South West Pagans is now up and running with a guestbook, chat room and information about the campaigns and events.  It can be reached from here http://www.freewebs.com/southwest_pagans/index.htmI keep losing the site and have to go through so many hoops to find it that I thought it would make sense</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110740073773250793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110740073773250793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110740073773250793' title='Snowballs anyone?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110652651255740224</id><published>2005-01-24T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T00:28:32.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><summary type='text'>I'll start todays ramblings with the personal side of things as it makes sense that way right now. I have a funeral to be going to pretty soon so I may not be on as often as I once was. I am also working away at the pagan issue. I have contacted the local MP and he was supportive, researched further into how to gain representation and started up a group to gather the pagans together and see if we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110652651255740224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110652651255740224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110652651255740224' title='Revolution'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110569440712405256</id><published>2005-01-14T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-14T09:20:07.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Early One Morning...</title><summary type='text'>It feels like it is late in the evening, I have phoned around and made sure everyone is ok, counselled, sent my child off towards school, made a meal and passed on messages in a secretarial capacity on at least three occasions. You would think it would have to be evening by now, it is in fact just gone 9 am. This leaves me afeared of what may yet come in this day. Tomorrow cometh the tarts and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110569440712405256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110569440712405256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110569440712405256' title='Early One Morning...'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110547988136335291</id><published>2005-01-11T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:44:41.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Quiet time with Alicia.</title><summary type='text'>I have taken a breather from reality while my son sleeps and the house is quiet to listen to one of the music channels on my friends tv. Alicia keyes is falling in and out of love and I am adminring the beauty that she creates. Those braids are just adorable and with the big dark eyes she has, it is is any wonder that she is popular.I used to have the link to a site with many random quotes that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110547988136335291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110547988136335291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110547988136335291' title='Quiet time with Alicia.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110545606424677998</id><published>2005-01-11T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T15:07:44.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be a bard.</title><summary type='text'>I have been chasing the dream of becoming a writer for almost as long as I have been able to write. Sitting down and writing a story is not the part I have found most difficult up to now, I have always had a vivid imagination and I can type between 3,000 and 5,000 words a night in rough to edit for the next day. Inspiration and promotion tend to be my falling blocks - that and a lack of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110545606424677998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110545606424677998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545606424677998' title='Oh to be a bard.'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-110530181603042787</id><published>2005-01-09T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:16:56.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Burning the midnight Oil. </title><summary type='text'>Happy new year to all you beautiful people out there.  It has been a strange end to 2004 to say the very least. The tsunami that was predicted on some documentary years ago hit around boxing day and caused mass devestation so the emotional state of most of the people around christmas time was somewhat numb at best.I don't know if I have ever told you about it, I guess it wasn't relevant at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110530181603042787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/110530181603042787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110530181603042787' title='Burning the midnight Oil. '/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-109828137587308064</id><published>2004-10-20T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:12:37.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Soup and bread</title><summary type='text'>It is time for me to update the blog again. I really ought to do it regularly, if not daily at least weekly. Life rarely works out that way. It is more about how little time I have left over after running about after everything and everyone else. At the moment it's the yearly runabout to get forms to prove everything from my bank balance to my nationality. The news about now is depressing. In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/109828137587308064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/109828137587308064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109828137587308064' title='Soup and bread'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-109422120486562671</id><published>2004-09-03T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:20:04.866Z</updated><title type='text'>The Summer is over? </title><summary type='text'>The summer officially speaking is now over, the children are back at school and my son is no exception. It is much quieter there than last term with many of the children going up to reception classes. I am sorry that I have not been updating this blog for some time, thank you to the people who have continued to check anyway and I promise I will do so more often over the coming months. I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/109422120486562671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/109422120486562671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109422120486562671' title='The Summer is over? '/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107817546757060406</id><published>2004-03-01T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:14:04.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Tea and a chat</title><summary type='text'>It has been far too long since I updated this page as always. Life has a funny way of chasing away every moment until everything except the essentials are forgotten. So, the basics of what has occured since I last sat down to type here... The council are upholding their claims, so I am paying it off in small installements, it could take years at this rate but it has to be done. I had a suprise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107817546757060406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107817546757060406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107817546757060406' title='Tea and a chat'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107574026673290315</id><published>2004-02-02T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-02T16:46:43.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure that most people have a day or week like the one I have had this week. The council have got in touch with me to let me know that they have changed how much council tax I have to pay. Due to their fiddling I now have backdated taxes up to 4 years ago of over £500 to pay. They are looking into it all but the number of different versions and phone calls you have to make just to find out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107574026673290315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107574026673290315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574026673290315' title='Grrrr'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107464063139814250</id><published>2004-01-20T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:19:11.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch up time</title><summary type='text'>I've spent all day trying to update the ebook directory and I think I've got it down to two screens worth of e-mails now. I may put up no new submissions for a bit on the site soon, I just don't have the time right now. The writing has gone out of the window with taking back sole responsibility of my son. I had forgotten just how much work it is when there is no one to help with the washing up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107464063139814250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107464063139814250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464063139814250' title='Catch up time'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107442186721003398</id><published>2004-01-18T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-18T10:33:03.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am very tired this morning and my son is really sweet but he is asking too many questions today. Later on today once he is asleep and my friend has gone home I will get back to the work that I have had trouble with over the last few weeks. It isn't so much writers block as not being able to find the time in between adding links to the ebook directory, editing other people's work and editing the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107442186721003398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107442186721003398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107442186721003398' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107334645215198250</id><published>2004-01-05T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:47:50.923Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas is well and truly over and the rugrat has gone back to playgroup this morning. I have finally got my appointment through to see the cardiovascular surgeon so they can prod and poke and see if they can work out what is wrong with my legs. I am about half way through the book I am supposed to be reviewing and while it is entertaining and well written I am finding it difficult and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107334645215198250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107334645215198250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334645215198250' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107239984464292658</id><published>2003-12-26T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-26T00:51:01.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Greetings</title><summary type='text'>To catch up on the previous....We went to see the LoTR: The Return of the King. I wasn't disappointed overall, although I did think there were a few scenes that went on for just a little too long. The days in between then and now were spent (like most people I know) running around trying to prepare for christmas. It snuck up on me while I was trying to sort out a chronic backache. I managed by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107239984464292658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107239984464292658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107239984464292658' title='Seasons Greetings'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-10719467893390881</id><published>2003-12-20T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-20T19:00:03.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Rings</title><summary type='text'>Tonight we are off to see the last of the Lord of the Rings film. (should be leaving in about 30 minutes.) I enjoyed the first two films and I am interested to see if it stands up to the first two films. I have heard mixed reviews so far. I'd best get going now. I might post when I get back.Louise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/10719467893390881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/10719467893390881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10719467893390881' title='Lord of the Rings'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107136583181472212</id><published>2003-12-14T01:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:37:24.713Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a busy weekend. On friday I got up stupidly early and got ready to go to my parents. When we got there we were put in charge of a dog and a kitchen, trusted with the important task of making christmas pudding and mince pies. Several cock ups and many hours later the task with completed and the food smelled gorgeous. How it tastes, we won't know until christmas. The British Authors </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107136583181472212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107136583181472212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136583181472212' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107115347219625434</id><published>2003-12-11T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T14:38:04.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The rugrat has picked something up and he's asleep on a comfy chair at the moment. It seems there are lots of bugs going around the playgroup at the moment and he's coming out with them every other week for a few days at a time. I have been trying to contact british authors to see if they are interested in working together on doing promotion that will raise the profile of british authors in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107115347219625434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107115347219625434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107115347219625434' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107100560850864973</id><published>2003-12-09T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-09T21:33:40.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It may be a few months after christmas when I will be able to see a cardiovascular guy to see what they think is wrong with my legs. I have been trying to distract myself from thinking about it for so long that I had almost kidded myself that I wasn't worried about it. It is the second year in a row when the cold weather has come in and my leg has ceased to circulate the blood properly. Knowing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107100560850864973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107100560850864973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100560850864973' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107071720937976404</id><published>2003-12-06T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-06T14:08:20.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cd writer has arrived and I have finally worked out the sbookbuilder. It only accepts titles with no spaces, so any of the pages I included with more than one word came up a blank. Which is why the Cover and Contents came up and Chapter One didn't! Although the Sbookbuilder says it accepts pictures in jpg format it doesn't seem to work, it came up with an error symbol in place of the picture.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107071720937976404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107071720937976404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107071720937976404' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107050005223555409</id><published>2003-12-04T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T01:07:42.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still having a laugh trying to find a decent ebook compiler that isn't impossible to use. Sbookbuilder is driving me crazy atm because I cannot seem to work out how to make the pages follow on from one another. I have tried starting with them in microsoft word and linking them all together as html pages but sbook builder ignores the links and only seems to show the first two pages. It is going to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107050005223555409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107050005223555409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050005223555409' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107031682335820470</id><published>2003-12-01T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:13:53.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr</title><summary type='text'>I've wasted most of today looking for an e-book compiler that works and is free. After several downloads and dead ends I gave up and started compiling it in a plain notepad until I find the one I am looking for either that or I will give up and use sbookbuilder.I  spent the weekend writing to book reviewers to see if I could get my first book reviewed. After over a year of promoting other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107031682335820470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107031682335820470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031682335820470' title='Grrrr'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-107003957357243104</id><published>2003-11-28T17:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:13:02.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The system test went well yesterday, we had some discussion of gods and goddess in the world that yielded about 4 pages of notes that I have to type up into final format over the next couple of weeks. The magazine is up to 70 something pages with only another 30 to do it is well on schedule for January.On a personal note, the rugrat has been ill over the last week so the playgroup teacher has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107003957357243104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/107003957357243104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107003957357243104' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106986165754632950</id><published>2003-11-26T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-26T15:47:45.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right, today is the day for positive thinking. I am going to do at least three things towards the place I want to be with my writing career. The first on that list is posting up a new readers and writers group that I have created on the meg.nu forums. If you are an author or a reader and you would like to join then the address is http://forum.meg.nu/main.php?fid=2060 I don't think you have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106986165754632950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106986165754632950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106986165754632950' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106979030233022076</id><published>2003-11-25T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:58:31.003Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is slow, I've been working a bit on things and trying to think of what to do for the night. I don't really feel like working any more today, still got a lovely fluey thing going on. Nothing really to report, I have posted to a group to ask if anyone would like an excerpt of Quando Angelus Vagit. I am, as always nervous about my work being viewed but I hope that it will be appreciated. I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106979030233022076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106979030233022076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106979030233022076' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106963546839258165</id><published>2003-11-24T00:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T00:57:56.580Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been a sickly day of finding and filling out tax forms and bringing the Scorched Wings up to date. I have to get the whole thing together for January but I was kind of hoping to have it finished and sent away before christmas so I could relax and enjoy christmas without having to worry about it. Fat chance of that really as life always seems to catch up with you at the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106963546839258165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106963546839258165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963546839258165' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106951220412155585</id><published>2003-11-22T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-22T14:43:31.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo</title><summary type='text'>Today I was up very early and for good reason any rugby fan would know. I am not particularly a rugby fan but I have watched and followed a good few of the matches recently. Not to sound cynical, but I didn't think England had a hope of winning against Australia. With our recent track record in sports we often come up as the ones who get into the semi finals of things only to lose horribly The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106951220412155585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106951220412155585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951220412155585' title='Woohoo'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106942686372786243</id><published>2003-11-21T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:01:11.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Random Insanity</title><summary type='text'>Woke up this morning with headache, sore joints and swollen glands. The guys did turn up for the roleplay system test and we got quite a bit of the work we had planned done. A few hours of chat later we found we had a few pages of information on beasties and an update on the combat system.Conversation turned to format in several places and the discussion was whether or not members of the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.geocities.com/anient_earle/index2.html' title='Random Insanity'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106942686372786243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106942686372786243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106942686372786243' title='Random Insanity'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106935624991421902</id><published>2003-11-20T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-20T19:24:16.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buffy is on again and I am trying to get my brain around to getting ready for work. The rugrat has been coldy-fluey today so I have been running around all day after sicklies and I am tired beyond belief. On one of the groups I am on there is an ongoing lengthy discussion about whether or not copyrights should be shortened down to five years. The logic of the person making the argument is that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106935624991421902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106935624991421902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106935624991421902' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106919224637554786</id><published>2003-11-18T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-18T22:12:57.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming</title><summary type='text'>Hey, it is that time of the day again where I collapse and write in the blog. It has been a long day and I am abnormally tired for this time of night. Christmas shopping is over half done now and I feel a bit more relaxed about the possibility of it being done by the 25th. I have tried this year to make all of the presents relevent and useful to the people who are going to receive them - which is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106919224637554786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106919224637554786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919224637554786' title='Christmas is coming'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106907951325060227</id><published>2003-11-17T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-17T14:31:59.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The rugrat threw up this morning and I've kept him at home today. So he has been running around with more energy than me for the rest of the morning. Why is that possible? Why do children seem to be able to throw up and then carry on like nothing has happened? And most important of all, why don't they keep it when they are adults? I get the feeling it has something to do with us learning that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106907951325060227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106907951325060227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907951325060227' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106901195199570929</id><published>2003-11-16T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:45:57.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SaturdayI took a day off to wander in Exeter and do a bit of christmas shopping with the parentals. It was a bit more relaxing than the recent pace of writing and editing and I found a little time out to plan other areas of life - like growing a garden. As usual it is completely the wrong time of year to be doing it, but at least I am prepared for the spirng when it all gets planted out. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106901195199570929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106901195199570929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106901195199570929' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106885184238337939</id><published>2003-11-14T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T23:17:28.003Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted over the last day, I have been running around doing the usual chores and getting the rugrat to and from playgroup. Whoever said to me that once they are at playgroup it will all be better and you'll have more time to yourself - Wrong! I spend more time now getting ready, walking them to and from and going to parent meetings than I have time to myself as a result. To their credit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106885184238337939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106885184238337939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106885184238337939' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106866834482243463</id><published>2003-11-12T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:19:09.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting pretty late today for my entry on the blog. The day has been spent doing the usual stuff, taking the rugrat to playgroup and updating the roleplay game. Today's pet subject to work on was venomous snakes and the language of one of the player races. It is damn difficult to find relevent information at the library about venomous snakes. I took home a book a few weeks ago the size of an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106866834482243463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106866834482243463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106866834482243463' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106855319057249161</id><published>2003-11-11T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T12:19:55.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Morning</title><summary type='text'>I am just heading out to drop the rugrat to playgroup in about half an hour so this is going to be a quick message. Thanks to the visitors for dropping by yesterday (and thanks to blogger forum for adding my site.) I hope that you enjoyed taking a wander and the same to anyone reading this now. I found an interesting webcounter for once ( I usually get the old blocky one.) The rugrat seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106855319057249161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106855319057249161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855319057249161' title='Tuesday Morning'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-10684996481960633</id><published>2003-11-10T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:27:32.666Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I might be coming down with some sort of bug. It is a good job that they can't be passed online. :) Walking to pick up the rugrat I began to think about how difficult it is to spread the word and enthusiasm you feel about writing to others around you, let alone to the wider world. Writing isn't really the problem, I could sit down every day of the week and write, it is promotion and sales</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/10684996481960633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/10684996481960633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10684996481960633' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106847183346316167</id><published>2003-11-10T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T13:53:28.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Quick break</title><summary type='text'>I am just posting quickly in between dropping off the rugrat to playgroup and starting the tidying ritual for the day. On the side of work, 20 pages of the RPG were filled out from note format over the weekend. None of the work I was supposed to do on the fantasy story got done. I started another blog because when searching the net for any information on Dark Chronicle I couldn't find many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106847183346316167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106847183346316167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847183346316167' title='Quick break'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106841765297720058</id><published>2003-11-09T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:40:57.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Uneventful day,went to see family. Louise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106841765297720058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106841765297720058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106841765297720058' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106834137067684087</id><published>2003-11-09T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-09T01:29:34.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><summary type='text'>The first post of saturday was only just saturday and was about friday. I thought that was odd. :) Have been searching the net for photo's needed for inventions for a game called Dark Chronicle. I'm not playing it but someone has loads of pictures and doesn't know what to do with them! It is getting late so this will probably be posted as early on sunday now. cest la vie. It's been a long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106834137067684087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106834137067684087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106834137067684087' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106824990625618827</id><published>2003-11-08T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-08T00:29:05.703Z</updated><title type='text'>The Evening</title><summary type='text'>« # Blogging Brits ? »I walked down to the shops with the rugrat tonight to go and get some shopping. On our walk we had our own wee fireworks display. It couldn't have been more than a street away and I watched the wonder and excitement he expressed watching the flashing colours, thinking to myself, why doesn't that feeling last? Still, it was a little piece of magic to share a moment so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106824990625618827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106824990625618827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824990625618827' title='The Evening'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106820654617106712</id><published>2003-11-07T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-07T16:49:23.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>« # Blogging Brits ? »If you would like to post a comment about this blog then feel free to e-mail it to me at anient_earle@yahoo.co.uk and I will post it up onto this site. It is the only way I can offer feedback until I can work out how to put up a guestbook or find a comments section to the blog. href="http://www.bravenet.com" target="_new"&gt;powered by  border="0" align="absmiddle" alt="</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106820654617106712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106820654617106712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820654617106712' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106819250228629591</id><published>2003-11-07T08:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-07T09:12:33.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>« # Blogging Brits ? »Second day of the blogworld, didn't think I would be posting again so soon. It is stupidly early in the morning (it was earlier when I logged on, I am only just starting to wake up enough to type.) No sleep tends to do that. I couldn't get a wink last night and today I have to drag myself into the land of the living to take the rugrat to playgroup. So, I started my day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106819250228629591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106819250228629591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106819250228629591' title=''/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044712.post-106816097314715727</id><published>2003-11-06T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T22:08:15.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Go to Friday 7th 2003</title><summary type='text'>The date is the sixth of November (only just) and this is my very first entry into this, or any, blog. I should really start with an introduction of sorts. My name is Louise Karczmarz, I am 22, have a son and live in the UK. I am a self employed author and edit and manage a paperback magazine called the Scorched Wings.It is sold online on a quarterly basis and has authors from all over the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.LouiseKarczmarz.blogspot.com' title='Go to Friday 7th 2003'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106816097314715727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044712/posts/default/106816097314715727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisekarczmarz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106816097314715727' title='Go to Friday 7th 2003'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691293488677109402</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></entry></feed>
