Her brother’s efforts to battle through the pain of heartbreak weigh heavily on Georgiana’s mind. Is there anything she could do to help him? June 26, 1812 “Another cup of tea, Brother?” Georgiana’s quiet question was met with a faint start and a swift, “I beg your pardon?” which served to confirm what she …
This is a short story I wrote several years ago, when I was working on The Ladies of Rosings Park, but I don’t think I ever shared it here. It came about this way: When I mentioned on Facebook that I was writing the scene where Anne de Bourgh crashes Georgiana Darcy’s 18th birthday ball, …
Fitzwilliam Bids Farewell to the Parsonage April 10th, 1812 “ARE YOU COMFORTABLE, COLONEL?” asked Mrs. Collins. “Perfectly, madam,” he replied. “Of course Colonel Fitzwilliam is comfortable, Mrs. Collins!” cried Mr. Collins. “Did not Lady Catherine de Bourgh herself pick out these very chairs? I assure you, my dear colonel, that your most excellent aunt arranged …
The bitterness of rejection… April 9, 1812 Fury choked him. All-consuming fury – at her, of course, but no less at himself for laying himself open to the abject humiliation. Darcy tugged his gloves on and his countenance twisted into an almighty scowl. Heavens above! How had he failed himself so utterly, so completely? He, …
Darcy goes for a ride to clear his head and put together a gentlemanlike proposal… April 9, 1812 Darcy tightened the reins, and brought his mount to a halt. To his left, far into the hazy distance, stood the great house, grey and squat, surrounded by manicured parkland. He could not see the parsonage from …
Fitzwilliam and Darcy Suffer the Attentions of Mr. Collins – Again March 31st, 1812 “MR. DARCY AND COLONEL FITZWILLIAM,” THE SERVANT ANNOUNCED. The party ensconced at the Hunsford Parsonage stood about the small parlor. Colonel Fitzwilliam quickly took in the scene: Mr. Collins, tall and stocky, was literally bowing from the waist. Steady man, the …
Good morning! Easter time in England is lovely with the cherry blossoms in bloom. There was a huge tree outside of my children’s school that would rain petals down on us with the breeze. The children would also throw handfuls of petals up in the air and let them fall down upon them. It was …
Would you like to step into your carriages, drive down memory lane and attend a masked ball in Cornwall? Mr Darcy is wretched. Mere hours earlier, his offer of marriage had been rejected. Worse still, he is plagued by fears for Elizabeth’s safety. Had she put her trust in a dangerous man? THE FALMOUTH CONNECTION …
I keep a little running list of plot threads that tickle my fancy. I think most authors do, and like most, that list is so much longer than the list of stories that will ever get published! Sometimes a couple of threads work together to turn into something bigger than either idea was on its …
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