“I have already explained why you did not know about my guests,” his mother said sternly.
Wes wondered for a moment, before he recovered himself after being caught woolgathering, if she had been reading his mind, for her look was as severe as her tone.
“Yes, I am not to be trusted.” He attempted to keep his tone flat and not one which spoke to his great displeasure with the whole situation.
A small, quiet burst of laughter caught his ear and drew his eyes to Miss Mary, who was diligently smirking at her book. The cheeky lass! What he wouldn’t do at this moment to be alone with her and discover just what she was thinking.
[from Persuading Miss Mary, book 4 in the Marrying Elizabeth Series]
In this quote, Voltaire linked writing and painting.
I tend to not only think of writing as painting word pictures but also as something possessing musical qualities. I listen to the rhythm and tone of what I write as much as I do the images I paint. I want my words to flow smoothly where they should and have a staccato rhythm where it is needed.
Both visual and audio arts can stir the emotions and resonate deeply with the person experiencing the art. I hope that my writing can do that — if not now, then, maybe one day as I continue to improve.
But how do the visual and audio arts inspire my writing? If you follow my Music Monday posts or my Wordless Wednesday ones, you probably have a good idea that both music and art spark my creativity.
Tomorrow, in our LLS Society Papers video, Rose Fairbanks and I will be discussing this very topic and likely sharing a few examples of the link between the inspiration and final product.
The live stream will begin at 3 PM Eastern, but the video of the discussion can be viewed after that as well.
*Longbourn Literary Society (LLS) is a Facebook group founded by three friends, who share a love of writing and Jane Austen for the purpose of promoting those loves and our work.
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“What do you mean I am not allowed entrance?” Reginald Fitzwilliam, Viscount Westonbury, glared at Mr. Nibley.
“Just that, my lord. The countess has informed me that you are not allowed entrance without specific invitation.”
“But it is my home!”
“Not at present, my lord. Your residence is the house in Brook Street.”
“The house in Brook Street?” Wes huffed and looked at the sky above him before continuing. “I fully realize that my residence is in Brook Street. However, this is also my home, and I will not leave without seeing my mother.”
[from Persuading Miss Mary, book 4 in the Marrying Elizabeth Series]
“I have one more duty to perform before I will allow you all to eat and be merry as is required on a day such as this,” Mr. Bennet said. “My youngest, along with the assistance of Miss Darcy, has prepared some music to start us off while we eat.”
“Did you know about this? Did Georgiana tell you?” Elizabeth whispered to Darcy.
“I did know about it, but it was not Georgie who told me.”
[from Loving Lydia, book 3 in the Marrying Elizabeth Series]
“You are looking handsome, as always,” Lady Matlock greeted Darcy. She motioned for him to stand in front of her so that she could straighten his jacket, though it did not need it.
“Your mother would be pleased to see you so happy.” She placed a hand on his cheek. “Your father, too, but I think a son’s wedding day is more a time for a mother to be nostalgic than it is for a father.”
[from Loving Lydia, book 3 in the Marrying Elizabeth Series]