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Mr. Collins’s Last Supper
For Myself Alone
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Tag Archives: Sense and Sensibility
Which Book Should I Write Next?
Phew! It was a lot of work, but The Ladies of Rosings Park is successfully launched and doing well. Thank you to those of you who have taken the time to post early reviews. When you really enjoy a book, … Continue reading
Much Left to the Imagination
Progress Report: Yay! I’m happy to say that I have officially broken out of my “analysis paralysis (see previous post).” I’ve made momentous decisions this past week about my audio books, the result of which is that I now have two amazing narrators under contract and three of … Continue reading
View, ReView, & InterView
Maybe it’s because it was snowing this morning. But, when I thought about what “View” I might choose for this post (to go along with my cleverly themed title), my thoughts drifted to a warmer climate. This is a photo my husband … Continue reading
Nothing Ventured; Nothing Gained
You’ll have to excuse me, but I’m feeling rather philosophical this morning: It’s the things/people we care about most that have the power to give us joy and also cause us pain. I know this isn’t an original thought. But … Continue reading
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Welcome Bibliophiles!
Books! Books! And More Books! Did your heart skip a beat? Are you hyperventilating? Salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs? Then you are a true bibliophile like me, Jane Austen, and her creation Marianne Dashwood. “What a happy day for booksellers, music-sellers, and … Continue reading
Miss Dashwood Gets Down and Dirty
In Sense and Sensibility, Lucy Steele becomes the bane of Elinor Dashwood’s existence, the burr under her saddle, the mosquito whining in her ear. It is not simply that she has a prior claim to Edward Ferrars, which is bad … Continue reading
Writing a Book is Like Building a House
When I began writing my first novel, I didn’t tell anybody what I was up to. I hesitated to talk about it before I was sure I could finish what I’d started. But when I finally did let the cat out of the bag, … Continue reading
