Love is worth the risk
The week dawns with your author weary and sad. The end of last week and the weekend brought several phone calls about friends and associates in health crises, some of them covid-related, and the unrelenting drum beat of bad news from California, Louisiana, Haiti, and Afghanistan. It is down right debilitating! But I managed to […]
…there were a variety of types of vehicles made to transport passengers in use in the Regency era. A carriage is a horse-drawn four wheeled vehicle; a coach is a variety of carriage with four corner posts and a fixed roof. Private carriages generally required 2-4 horses and were expensive to buy and maintain. Wealthy […]
A bit for WIP Wednesday. I made start on The Forgotten Daughter. A young woman in Manchester has discovered the identity of her natural father. Her siblings need help and she is determined to get it. Meanwhile, Eli Benson is feeling entirely too self satisfied. Two points of clarification. Earlier in the chapter Eli notes […]
I’ve been working on my story for the Bluestocking Belles’ next collection. Here’s a tidbit for WIP Wednesday, grabbed at random from my choppy draft. It appears right after the riot at a lecture on Habeas Corpus. #amwritinghonest *** Doro you idiot. You should have let him accompany you to find Chloe. You should have […]
I allowed character development to languish lately. It has been a bit chaotic in our little stone cottage in the urban wilds. Visitors coming. Visitors going. Visitors rescheduling. Visitors coming. News from afar, not all of it good. Children delighting Beloved for Father’s Day. Vegetables shouting “pick me now.” Garden beds either swamped by rain […]
It was a busy weekend here in the urban wilds of eastern Pennsylvania. Bright sunshine alternated with sheets of rain and flooded streets. We planted some small maple trees. They are rescues from previous years’ weeding that survived life in pots long enough to be planted. Brunch with the Belles’ on Saturday got into Why […]
A writer’s work is never done–even when she struggles to get to the writing of books. In 48 hours at the end of last week I published two blogs, scheduled a third, put out my newsletter, and partied with the Bluestocking Belles on Facebook for two hours. All that and I didn’t even get to […]
Monday dawned bright enough this week, but yet another light snow is falling. It will turn to rain, no doubt by noon, just as I’m scheduled to sneak out of my Covid cave for a vaccination appointment. Grrr. But I’m not missing the opportunity. Last week was stressful and crazy with a jangling phone, many […]
Writing is writing isn’t it? I began a family history sixteen years ago and issued chapters to Beloved’s brothers and his many, many, many nieces and nephews as a binder, adding bits as I finished them. After putting it off for several years after out big move, I decided to get the last two chapters […]
The work took a sudden turn two weeks ago. I didn’t start The Defiant Daughter until I had a firm handle on the main characters. At least I thought I did. My hold on the external conflict, or as I have come to call it “the villain plot” was less secure. I plunged in and […]