Spring is my favorite season for so many reasons: the end of winter, the mild temperatures, spring flowers and a spring ball! What is there not to love? Each spring our regional traditional dance society holds an English Country Dance–a spring ball–called Set for Spring. This year it was in Dallas and dancers from all over Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, and Arkansas gathered to dance the entire weekend. We didn’t make it to the Friday … Continue reading →
Perhaps Mrs. Bennet isn’t always so nervous and silly. August 19, 1812 Mrs. Bennet’s unique rap sounded at the study door just an hour after dinner. Mr. Bennet leaned his head back into the soft wing back. Even if it was expected, he did not relish the call. She had only begun to come downstairs once again the day before yesterday. Could she not afford him just one more evening of peace? “Come.” She bustled … Continue reading →
An old friend of mine who runs a fabulous bakery and coffee shop recently contacted me about doing an event at the coffee shop. He’d seen that Mistaking Her Character and Remember the Past had won BRAG Medallions and wanted to help celebrate. We got talking and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, we’d planned an afternoon tea during which he wanted me to speak on the subject of Following your Dreams. Not … Continue reading →
New year’s is always a time for reflection and planning. I love setting goals and planning how to get there. I love to research how to do those things well. The trouble is when those who know can’t seem to agree on the right way to do something. In fact, so much of the advice to writers is contradictory, it’s crazy-making. How Many Ways to Skin a Cat? Yesterday in the span of an hour … Continue reading →
Mr. Darcy has left the company of Charles Bingley and contemplates the approach of Twelfth Night in his London town house. January 5, 1812. The afternoon sunlight tumbled through the windows, laying a neatly ordered path of light through his study, illuminating everything the way he best liked. Even the well-arranged room could not soothe his soul. Darcy paced across the front of his desk, eyes never leaving the taunting bit of stationary. Lady Matlock’s elegant hand … Continue reading →
