Category: British countryside

  • One Meal Away From Starving

    One Meal Away From Starving

    Hi there. Hope all of you are doing great. Well, it is time once again to hear the ranting from my brain. This time, I am going to talk about food. If you didn’t already know this, I am president of a nonprofit farmers/artisan market, so I am dealing with fresh, local food items all…

  • Malvern, cello-playing and BOOK GIVEAWAYS 

    ‘Why bother?’ my husband Simon wanted to know, when I said that I had been asked to audition, in Worcester Cathedral no less, for the English Symphony Orchestra’s conductor and principal cellist. My own view was, ‘Why not?’ (Remember: I was young and keen then.) Also, when else was I going to get to play…

  • Where Our Characters Stand…

    Where Our Characters Stand…

    “…their lives were linked and interwoven in innumerable and often intimate ways and because this…land shaped all who lived along its rivers, by its swamps and on its islands and sandy hills, even as those who lived there shaped the land itself.”                                                Erskine Clarke, Dwelling Place All-too-often we see Austen in terms of interiors: a…

  • Modern Mudlarks

    Modern Mudlarks

    I am slowly but surely working on my latest bit of JAFF. Due to my health, this is the first time I have used what is referred to as “pantsing,” or “writing by the seat of your pants” as opposed to having a clear-cut and detailed outline. There are all sorts of reasons for this,…

  • He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me!

    He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me!

    Sending or bringing someone flowers has ever made the recipient feel special. But for a fastidious gentleman following the rules of polite society and not wanting to excite expectations, what bouquet might he gift a young lady of his new acquaintance?

  • Tunbridge Wells and Textured Settings

    Tunbridge Wells and Textured Settings

    One of my favorite things about writing JAFF is researching new places for my characters to visit. I have only been to England once, when I was thirteen, and sadly I hadn’t yet fallen in love with Jane Austen. My older sister was doing watercolors of cottages and ecstatically pointing out literary connections to almost…