Tomorrow's story begins with a parting so I thought this painting would be a good one to pair with the short prologue to this yet unnamed story.
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“Are you certain this is what you want?”
Langley turned away from Lady Matlock to find Mr. Bennet observing him with great interest and a hint of compassion. He allowed himself to glance at Kitty…
He nodded as he turned back to her father. “It is.” This lie did not fall more easily from his lips than any of the others had so far today.
He sighed as he heard the tears that lay behind the softly spoken words. “I know. You are right. We must make sure she has everything she needs. It is as Father and Uncle Barrett would have wished.” He ran the back of a finger down the baby’s soft cheek. “She is sweet.”
Kathleen smiled at him. For all his size and grumbling, he was rather more of a kitten than a lion at times. “She is, and you’ll not be spoiling her, Douglas Witherfield.”
He laughed, a deep rumbling sound she had not heard much in the past year. “It is good to be home,” she said as she stepped into the apothecary shop.
[from “Hope at Dawn” from Nature’s Fury and Delights: First Blooms and Second Chances, publishing Dec. 2019]
PUBLISHED TO YOUTUBE BY BROOKLYN DUO ON MARCH 27, 2015
Today’s music video is another song from my Music to Write By playlist. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
I only have a few items for my writing update. If you’re on my mailing list, you’ve already read these. Nothing much has changed since I sent that email to you on Friday.
An officer stood near the youngest Bennet sisters, while two other gentlemen stood on either side of Miss Elizabeth. The first was dressed in the dark garb of a parson and the second–Darcy clenched his jaw to keep from speaking.
[from Two Days in November, A Pride and Prejudice Inspired Short Story]
“...and if my impression of his mood this morning was correct, he is sitting in the garden staring at the church.”
It was where Nicholas had sat every day for two weeks after the Witherfields had left. He had refused to eat more than once a day, and then, only because Jonathan had begged him to do so. To be perfectly honest, Jonathan had thought his brother was going to purposefully do himself harm during those days. It was why he had promised to be at tea today, for the expression his brother had worn this morning at their parting was so reminiscent of the way he had looked back then. [from Hope at Dawn]
PUBLISHED TO YOUTUBE BY PHILIP WESLEY ON APRIL 27, 2015.
This is just one of the songs by this composer that I have on my Music to Write By playlist on Spotify. I thought it went well with the Through Every Storm chapters I am unlocking for this week. It also goes well with how our hero in Hope at Dawn is feeling at present.
It won’t take me very long to update you on what I got written this week because it was NOTHING. Not one single word of a new story was typed on the screen this week. That’s unusual for me, but there is a very good reason for my lack of writing. I edited or proofread somewhere around 65,000 words instead of writing. 🙂 That means Her Secret Beau is out of my hands for a while and Persuading Miss Mary is publishing — more details about that below.
This attitude in this picture is a brighter than the one in the first part of Two Days in November, but the title was perfect. :) This painting also has too many sisters in it because there are two, not three, sisters in my story and only one of those sisters is sitting at the stile when Darcy comes upon her during his morning ride.
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She hoped he would exchange a few more pleasantries and be on his way, but he stopped, swung down from his horse, and came to stand across the stile from her. “Please, be seated. I do not wish to take you from your repose. Might I join you for a few moments?”
[from Two Days in November, A Pride and Prejudice Inspired Short Story]