"I think that went very well," Charlie whispered to Lady Isabella as she pushed the wheeling chair after the elderly lady. "You were truly splendid!"(from a scene I wrote last night)
The other girl shot her a blushing glance accompanied by a shy smile. "Would it be very wicked of me to admit that --" The blush deepened. "-- that I enjoyed myself?"
Charlie grinned. "Oh, no! It's the spirit of St. Cuthbert's, you see."
They caught up with the lady who had led them across the room to a table where a group of young gentlemen lounged in their seats. Charlie surveyed them critically. So one of those was the fabled Mr Whitstock, owner of the most splendid phaeton in all of London.
And this is the view from our old street. See how close the forest is? Back when we lived there, there was only one row of houses along the street and there were fields directly behind the gardens.
The next picture shows St. Margaretha's, one of the Catholic churches in Waldkirch (I do believe that it gets a mention in Castle of the Wolf). The inside is decorated in the Baroque style -- no wonder then that I've never liked the more puristic church in my current hometown. :)
Next, the market square (that one, too, gets a mention in Castle!). Apart from that ugly, blinking pharmacy's sign on the right, it hasn't changed much.
The Bayer-Sepple (a restaurant) still exists ...
... as does the "Herrebeck", a bakery.
And when you turn around, there is still this, of course:
In June I will attend another conference in Freiburg. Naturally, I will return to Waldkirch and will indulge in another trip down memory lane. :)
to promote excellence in romantic fiction, to advance the professional interests of career-focused romance writers through networking and advocacy, to provide a general basis of mentorship to any writer who is actively, and seriously striving to become published and thus establish a career in the romance genre, as well as to provide a camaraderie for writers within the romance publishing industry.They also had one annual contest for published writers, the More than Magic, which had the following categories:
Note: MTM will no longer accept same-sex entries in any category.In other words: gay and lesbian characters need not apply.
that RWI chapter members were “uncomfortable” with accepting same-sex contest entries. “Same-sex was just too much.”So apparently, aliens with interesting appendages, sex-crazed werewolves, vampires with exotic tastes, slutty rakes, zombies, forced seductions, outright rape, vanilla sex, masturbation, anal sex, threesomes, foursomes, orgies are all okay and perfectly acceptable, but two homosexual partners in a loving relationship are too much?
Upon my word thou art the most impudent baggage to write so little to thy husband for whom I conclude, out of sight out of mind, you think very little about. In your letter to your mother today you say that as you have written me so many letters, & pray Miss how many more letters have you received from me? This the Eighth I believe in return for which I have got only Three—and moreover as you never condescend to ask me to write again I am inclined to suppose that you find the postage too heavy a tax upon your private purse and so I have half a mind to trouble you no more in this & to give you no further account of your husband's (if you have not forgotten that you have one) operations—write me this instant you saucy rogue or expect to hear from me no more.Hehe. :)
When Mr Ballantyne & I left Mr Scott & Mr Heber at Melrose & travelled to Kelso—my first attention was to secure the room where my dearest love and & I rested once before, & I did not sleep, she will believe me, without a thousand thoughts of her whom I now love a thousand times more dearly than when we were there together.Awww! Isn't that sweet?
My most dear Girl
Your faithful husband
John Murray
More sweetness!
All in all, I found these two letters rather charming and just couldn't help sharing them with you. If you like to have a look at the full-length letters, head over to the correspondence archive of the Quarterly Review.
It's Miss Very Pink Bunny!
I sewed her as a Christmas present for the daughter of our secretary. Miss VPB turned out somewhat pinker than I had planned, but apparently, that's a good thing since the little girl in question luuuuuuurves pink! :)
KNOCK, KNOCK ...
Ah, there she is! :)
By then, the worst of the wobbliness had been reduced, which was in part also due to umpteen hours spent on the Wii balance board. There's nothing like riding the bike around the Wii Fit island to improve the shape of your thighs! *g*
