What to the Wickhams leave in their wake when the depart for Newcastle? September 10, 1812 Elizabeth stood with the rest of the family on Longbourn’s front steps. The sun hung high in the sky as Lydia waved her final goodbyes. She edged back to allow Mama and Kitty better vantage. The ten days of their visit could not have gone more slowly, and the final three had been the longest of all. Especially this … Continue reading →
Jane and Elizabeth learn how Meryton feels about Lydia’s departure from Brighton. August 16, 1812 The narrow vestibule was far too quiet for comfort. An eerie hush had settled over Longbourn since the initial news of Lydia had arrived, punctuated only by moments of Mama’s nervous episodes. How nice it would be to be able to hide in her room, away from the work of the house, and indulge in unconstrained sensibility. But someone had … Continue reading →
My youngest turned eighteen this week and my grandbaby turned one month old. Time for a family celebration! My youngest is a low-key kind of kid, so we settled on doing a family luncheon for his birthday. All told that should have been easy—right? No wild party or loud music to disturb the neighbors. The family knows what the house looks like, so I don’t have to clean it within an inch of its life. … Continue reading →
Happy International Cat Day! What a great way to start the week, celebrating our favorite furry friends. There’s a stereotype about writers and their cats–I’m not sure you’re allowed to be a writer without at least one cat. Mine like to be helpful. They make sure I am nice and warm when I hang out in my writing chair, working on something the old fashioned way. Even when I’m typing they make certain that my hands … Continue reading →
‘When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.’ ~Mark Twain As a writer, I find I’m often in the position to discover things about myself as I wander about in my story worlds. One of the recent discoveries is that I cuss like a kindergartener. Seriously, I do. Kind of embarrassing that. But given that for the first maybe forty (ack!) years of my life, I never really did it, maybe I … Continue reading →
