I found this when reading First Hand from the Ballroom by Maria Grace on the English Historical Fiction Authors blog. If you’re feeling in a “wordy” mood you should check out the article–it’s full of interesting information.
Author: Leenie Brown
Author of Austen-Inspired and Original Fiction
Nearly Wordless Wednesday: A Heart in Bloom
One of these days, I will post a picture and not say a word and it will be a true Wordless Wednesday. Apparently, that day is not today. 🙂
I would love to use this print by Kitty’s Daydreams as a cover for a book of sweet short romantic stories…starting with A Change of Heart and including Just Three Words as well as a few others that have yet to be written…however, I am not sure what to name such a book and would love to hear your suggestions. And, if I do use one of your suggestions, I will give you an ebook when it is finally ready. Please leave your suggestions in the comments.
Thomas Tegg, bookseller
My “Not-So-Wordless Wednesday”
I love pictures. They can certainly make a mind wander down some interesting paths, wondering about the story possibilities. I had decided I might participate in Wordless Wednesday and just post a picture…no words on my blog. Well, that is a lovely thought and perhaps some day, I will do that. However, today, I found a few pictures that I loved and they came with a great story. This one is about Bookseller Thomas Tegg. So, I am going to try something new and reblog the post I found.
And to make an imaginary connection. His shop and the time at which he was in business seem to match up fairly well with For Peace of Mind. Could it be his shop in which Miss Elizabeth meets up with Mr. Wickham?
Just Three Words
Sometimes a short story begs for a sequel. Well, at least in my writing world it does. A while ago now I wrote “A Change of Heart,” a story which takes place just after Darcy’s disastrous first proposal, but before he leaves the parsonage.
This story takes place shortly after that one, when Elizabeth arrives in London.
“Please, Brother? If I am to spent the whole of tomorrow afternoon sitting with Great-Aunt Margaret, might I not have a bit of new ribbon or lace in my work basket.” Georgiana peered out the window of the carriage as they traveled the streets of London. “It would make the task ever so much more enjoyable.”
Darcy chuckled. “Spending time with Lady Margaret is hardly a thing to be endured.” He noted the small pout that formed instinctively on her lips. It was not an attempt to procure his favour, but rather a small twinge of disappointment which would soon be replaced by a smile and accompanied by a ‘very well.’
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Percival the Frog
Here is a throw back to last year. This story was written when I was feeling nostalgic about my eldest son’s birthday. I find I am feeling that way again and to perhaps a greater degree, since today, he is reaching that magical age of eighteen–the gateway between youth and adult.
This mucky, muddy little boy was the inspiration for this story. You see, when this picture was taken, he and his cousin had just captured a frog.
This story can also be found under the Tales from Pemberley tab in the menu.
Percival the Frog
Bennet scampered into the room. “Mama, Mama. Look at the frog, Mama!” He shoved a muddy, wiggling creature under his mother’s nose. “I found him near the pond. He was hard to catch.” His small face shone with triumph. Globs of mud dripped from his hands unto the floor. His feet were shoeless and a trail of muddy prints formed a trail from the door to the sitting room.
“Marie, there appears to be no need for the search party; the young master has found us. Please, instruct someone to draw a bath.” Elizabeth spoke to the nurse maid who stood at her side, mouth agape. “Bennet, do not move.” She gave him a stern stare. “Roger, a container with a lid, please.” The footman quickly fetched a small lidded crock. She pointed to the frog. “I believe, Bennet’s new friend would much rather be back at the pond with his family instead of in my house.” The footman carefully placed the crock under Bennet’s hands and the lid above. With a pout, Bennet released the frog, and Roger secured the lid before the frog could make an escape.
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