When one is snowed in, what does one do? Read up on the Middle Ages of course (a medieval novel idea is percolating). And I am dying laughing: Charlemagne’s mother was called Big-Foot Bertha! Poor thing. I’m sure she didn’t mind after her son became one of the most famous monarchs in history. Getting the last laugh and all that.
I wonder what other gems I’ll discover today…
A longer post on my relationship with my Kindle is forthcoming, however for now I just can’t keep this in any longer: Thanksgiving is over and I am in full Christmas mode. Which means belting out “O Holy Night” with Celine Dion and getting chills when Andrea Bocelli sings “Adeste Fideles”. Actually I get chills every time I hear that song, no matter who sings it or in what language. Decorations are going up and presents are being bought and desserts are being baked.
It’s Christmas time, and I’m loving it.
Because within the past 24 hours I’ve had ideas for not one, not two, but THREE new novels. Say what? Please excuse me while I go take a million mental curtain calls and congratulate myself. 😄🎉🍸
Now I’ve just got to get the already completed novels published…
I’m super excited to announce that today I am guest posting about some books I’ve recently read at New York Times best selling author Lauren Willig‘s website. Willig authored the deliciously entertaining Pink Carnation series, which have been favorites of mine for many years. Thanks, Lauren for this opportunity!
Read my post on wifely books here.
I find I write better when I’m reading good books. But lately I haven’t encountered any of those Magical Things.
I recently finished Kate Morton’s The Distant Hours which had a compelling plot line, but didn’t suck me in like her other novels The Forgotten Garden and The House at Riverton did. Too much unnecessary flowery prose and character sketches, and it took forever to get to the point. I’ve started a few other novels but never felt compelled enough by any of them to invest in finishing them.
Any suggestions? I like historical (but if it takes place in the 1960s onward I won’t touch it) novels with romantic elements. Also since I’m marrying a Spaniard in 4 months and 23 days, I’m interested in reading ones set in Spain. I just picked up The Queen’s Vow by C. W. Gortner and I’m thinking some Carlos Ruiz Zafron would be good since he’s pretty highly acclaimed.
So yea, what do you say?
So I’m on the train into Manhattan trying to write, but can’t concentrate because a large family from out of town is sitting in front of me. At first I was slightly annoyed because I thought I had placed myself in the quiet car (evidently not) but now I find my opinion changed. I’m pointing out all the landmarks along the Hudson River to them – West Point, Bannerman’s Castle, Storm King Mountain, Bear Mountain Bridge, Yankee Stadium – and telling them places they should check out once we get into Grand Central – the whisper wall, Rockefeller Center, Chrysler Building, Empire State Building, Bryant Park, New York Public Library, Fifth Ave shopping, Central Park – and telling them how to get there. After I finished this, the little boy said to his parents: “I wish we lived in New York. It’s so cool!”
And I feel really blessed and fortunate that I do live here.
I may have posted about this before, but I am once again irked at today’s popular music and its blatant disregard for language. Take Rhianna’s stupid new song I keep hearing on the radio, for instance. The chorus lyrics are as follows:
“Tomorrow way too far away,
And we can’t get back yesterday,
But we young right now.”
Where, may I ask, are the verbs in the first and third lines? Nowhere.
In Britain, they officially put Jane Austen on the ten pound note, replacing Charles Darwin. I love this, and must rush there immediately to collect one.
Is there anything more divine than writing a novel while being engaged? No. 💍🎉😍❤🎊👰😊