Colonel Fitzwilliam scores a few sneaky hits against an uncommonly preoccupied Darcy in this fencing excerpt from Mistaken. Saturday, 25 April 1812: London “Touche!” Colonel Fitzwilliam stepped back, tugging at his shirtsleeves where they stuck to his arms with perspiration. “Father wishes you to join his dinner a week on Thursday.” Darcy was engaged in wiping … Continue reading Fencing Fitzwilliams: A Mistaken Excerpt
Author: Jessie
I have a house, a husband, 2.4 kids and an out-of-tune piano in the back room. I also have a ferocious love of words and a penchant for laughing at life's absurdities.
Tabitha Goes in Search of a Tipple: A Mistaken Vignette
This bonus scene was originally posted at My Love for Austen as part of the Mistaken blog tour, but I'm sharing it here as well for fans of Mistaken and Tabitha Sinclair to enjoy. Saturday, 11 July 1812: Hertfordshire Peabody spilled the liquor he was in the midst of pouring when the door to his pantry swung … Continue reading Tabitha Goes in Search of a Tipple: A Mistaken Vignette
Tabitha Takes the Air: A Mistaken Vignette
This deleted scene was originally posted on My Jane Austen Bookclub as part of the Mistaken blog tour. I'm sharing it here as well, for all Mistaken (and Tabitha Sinclair) fans to enjoy! Saturday, 30 May 1812: London “Ho, Dickie! Just the man!” Colonel Fitzwilliam excused himself from the conversation with his companions and turned to look … Continue reading Tabitha Takes the Air: A Mistaken Vignette
Outwitted by Words #3
Ever had it happen that you see a word and it fixes itself immediately in your head as being pronounced a particular way? It's always slightly offensive when you hear someone else say it differently, isn't it? Scone is such a word. Inveigle, nous and irreparable as well. The thing with these words is, no matter how they're said, … Continue reading Outwitted by Words #3
Unofficial Cover Reveal
As I'm sure most authors will attest, writing is an all-consuming vocation. When I'm at my computer, immersed in my make-believe world, I lose all track of time. Occasionally my kids will wander in to ask a question, and I will remind them, somewhat irately, not to interrupt Mummy when she's working. Only later, once I've resolved whatever syntactical … Continue reading Unofficial Cover Reveal
To Know One’s Place
Is it such a heinous crime to want to know my place? A notion of what's gone before and what I've yet to face? Is it so surprising I should leave marks in my wake? Must I be despised for each impression that I make? I have no wish to be cast adrift in the midst of this adventure, … Continue reading To Know One’s Place
Mistaken Blurb
Fitzwilliam Darcy is a single man in possession of a good fortune, a broken heart, and tattered pride. Elizabeth Bennet is a young lady in possession of a superior wit, flawed judgement, and a growing list of unwanted suitors. With a tempestuous acquaintance, the merciless censure of each other’s character, and the unenviable distinction of … Continue reading Mistaken Blurb
Accidental Homonym
I visited my parents last weekend. While I was there, I made an accidental discovery. It all began early Sunday morning as I ambled nonchalantly across their kitchen, cup of tea in hand, to sit in my dad's chair at the head of the breakfast table. (Classic Goldilocks error.) As I did so, I glanced at the TV in … Continue reading Accidental Homonym
Fishing in Top Hats
This photo epitomises everything I love about the Regency era. It was taken by my 4 x great uncle, Roger Fenton, some time in the mid 19th century. In reality, there were a lot of grim things about the Regency and early Victorian eras that could kill a romance dead at the first honest mention of … Continue reading Fishing in Top Hats
Word Floristry
I have come to the conclusion that I am less of a Writer and more of a Word Florist. Other people seem to be able to think a thought, assign some words to it and then write them down. Apparently I have it all backwards. I think of words, I write them down, then I spend … Continue reading Word Floristry
