Here’s the beautiful Brina Williamson cover for my latest novel, a first of three.
Tag: novel
Mrs. Lacey’s Finishing School
From the back of the book: A refined lady goes far west to save her broken relationship with her son, but after a little coaxing from a spinster sister, is hired by a brooding ranchman to save his daughters from their boyishness. Originally educated in England as a governess, prematurely widowed Anne Lacey has managed…
Post Novel Depression
Is there such a thing as ‘Post Novel Depression’, and is it anything like or related to ‘Post Natal Depression’? You can be assured that I have suffered the former a number of times, though I can’t say that I have fallen ill to the latter. Over some years, I have given birth to both…
Jane Austen on the Novel and Novelist
In Northanger Abbey (chapter five), Jane Austen shared her thoughts on novelists who disparage other novelists, and how writing novels draw on many talents to achieve, and are just as worthy as periodicals, news, history and etcetera: “… I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel–writers, of degrading by their…
Toggle Writing Method
About a year ago when one of my sons challenged me to try NaNoWriMo for the first time, I confess I was not initially thrilled to accept that ‘write a novel in a month’ gauntlet as thrown down. It wasn’t that I didn’t think I could do a rough draft of a new novel in…
Happy P&P Anniversary, Jane Austen!
As a girl growing up under the Union Jack in a very British part of Canada singing ‘God Save the Queen’ in school daily, I would have thought that a teacher or somebody would have introduced me to Jane Austen along the way, but no. Not at all. Well, to be fair, I did come…
To be or not to be…
… a romance novelist? That was my question. Yes, that was one of my questions in life at least twenty years ago. When I first explored the possibilities of writing fiction (because ideas were pouring into my little brain by leaps and bounds, and almost by the minute), one thing I told myself was that,…