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“What shall we do tonight?” he asked the chair across from him. “Mrs. Nichols knows about the ball…” He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chairs. “We could read.” His nose wrinkled at the thought. “No, I do not wish to read either,” he said as if agreeing with his non-existent companion. He was far too restless to read tonight.
from Mr. Bingley Plans a Ball
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Happy November! We had our first snowfall of the season this week, and the days are growing so much shorter. I purchased a Happy Light for myself this year. I always seem to miss the sunshine as the greyness of November settles in, so I thought I would see if some artificial sunshine would help me miss the sun less.
Below, you’ll find all my news for the month which includes news of a couple of novelette releases and an update on the Christmas story I am trying to get done before Christmas, as well as a few other things.
Currently, I am working on three different stories:
Continue reading November 2020’s Saturday Broadsheet
Oh, the details in this painting are fantastic! And, I think, the way she is looking at the gentleman who is reading to her is sweet. However, those are not the only reasons I chose to share this picture this week.
We are starting a new Thursday’s Three Hundred story tomorrow, and in it, Mr. Bingley is getting ready for a ball. So, yes, 🙂 the title of the painting is my justification for pairing this image with the short story excerpt below.
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“That is the plan. If all goes well, I shall host a Yuletide ball to celebrate my betrothal to Miss Bennet. Darcy will, of course, attend, and he and his sister will join me for Christmas. And then, well, then, I suppose, we shall see what can be done about improving Miss Elizabeth’s opinion of my friend.”
“Well, then.” Mr. Bennet stood and straightened his jacket. “I feel a need to visit my friend Sir William and share some gossip concerning a particular officer.” He lifted a hand to forestall Bingley’s comments. “I shall not reveal my source, nor will I mention the attempted seduction.”
“I had not thought you would, sir. I was only going to agree that indeed, a little gossip might be our solution.”
Mr. Bennet chuckled. “Do not let the parson hear you say so.”
[From Mr. Bingley Plans a Ball, a Teatime Tales novelette]
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