My Facebook account has been deactivated. I told my Goblin I was seriously thinking of giving it the chop (intending to think about it a few more days and go on there one more time) and he went away and chopped it. So it’s done…or undone rather. So you haven’t been unfriended – I’ve been de-Faced!
Dancing the Maypole: I’m on chapter 44 and the word count is about 124,000. I suspect I have another five thousand words to go. I feel like I’ve been inching up the last twenty feet to the top of Mt Everest (wearing my pajamas), climbing a sheer wall of ice with two handfuls of chopsticks…the ground so far below, if I fall I’ll have endless minutes to ponder my failings before landing as the latest human Popsicle to decorate the mountain. I’m sure I’ll get to the top…eventually… I’m probably missing something and the characters are all rolling their eyes in exasperation.
This week I’ve developed another cold, but I’m sticking to my healthy food and starting to look visibly less fat. This afternoon the sun was bright and lovely so I wrapped up and went out for my ten minute walk (which is inevitably half an hour or more). It rained the other day so there’s finally water in the stream bed behind my house. With the sun shining on the water I was hoping to find a few interesting pictures. I was standing on the bridge not feeling very inspired by the scene when I turned and saw a lady with a pushchair (stroller) approaching the bridge. To make room for her (it’s a little foot path bridge) I moved off and stood looking down at the water from a perspective I wouldn’t have thought to take and noticed a couple of stepping stones. Risking my weak ankles (and feeling like a fat ungainly mountain goat) I clamored down the five or so feet of steep grassy bank and arrived at the first stone with all my bones and dignity intact (until I bent over in the middle of the trash ridden stream and pointed my camera at the water – I suspect I looked rather odd). On first glance it didn’t look very inspiring. It wasn’t until I started snapping shots and looked at the images on my camera (colours blending enhanced by ripples of reflected light) that I realized I’d found something magical. They look like water colours.
Here’s my favorite shots of the stream…
Teresa Thomas Bohannon says
As always your pictures are lovely. I so enjoy whenever you share them. While you’ve been away, I’ve published a new book. This one is not a Regency Romance, although one of the characters appeared for just a sentence or two in A Very Merry Chase. I joke that it’s a historical fantasy/fiction/paranormal romance/horror novel; but it actually does have strong elements of each genre. Essentially, it is about two female friends, both immortals, who travel through time and exile together on our world. The book focuses on their misadventures as they search for a magic Grimoire that will allow them to turn back the hands of time and fix all the problems their misadventures have caused, including bringing a murderous creature to life in modern Appalachia. I know this is not your favorite genre, but I also know that you wrote that wonderfully moving ghost story last year, In Darkness Let Me Dwell https://blogspot.regencyromancenovels.com/?cat=24 and since you also loved the characters in A Very Merry Chase. Given that I believe you probably would enjoy Shadows In A Timeless Myth as well. Take care, my friend…and continue to take lots and lots of lovely photos to share with us.
Teresa Thomas Bohannon says
and since you also loved the characters in A Very Merry Chase, I believe you probably would enjoy Shadows In A Timeless Myth as well. 🙂
@Teresa Thomas Bohannon I think your new book sounds really good. I shall definitely add it to my must read list!!! I love the title. Very evocative! If I ever convince my Regency characters to talk faster (and sulk less – just because I’m an idiot and keep trying to make them tell the wrong story shouldn’t mean they have to give me the silent treatment!) I have a number of stories waiting to be written which cross a number of genreic-boundries (and no genreic isn’t really a word, but you know what I mean). I think part of my problem (the reason I’m writing at a snail’s run) is that I have this log-jam of stories building in my brain. If one day you come to check my blog and my Goblin’s left a message saying I’ve been hauled off to have my brain lanced you’ll know they’ve overflowed. Good luck with the new book!!!