Monthly Archives: November 2019

And another November is over!

National Novel Writing Month is over for another year. This year I became a ‘Nano rebel’ – choosing to review and edit a previous novel. I think I made some significant improvement to the story and managed to edit 58k words – with around 40k of that being complete rewrites of scenes! Another 30k will see this edit done and hoping to complete it by Christmas.

Having said that – I’ve enrolled in an online course in Characterisation through Narration by Michelle Somers, whose work I often get to read before it goes up on the RWA blog (I’m the blog co-ordinator). Michelle has some great advice for aspiring writers and her blogs for RWA have been very useful to me in the past.

In other news I am planning a stort story for an anthology with some fellow Historical Fiction writers, and very excited to get that underway in the next month too!

The Regency Buck

I’ve gone a complete Regency binge of late, and having only read Georgette Heyer when I was a teenager I can’t remember a hell of a lot about the stories. I do remember there were rakes and dandies and lovely fiesty heroines.

In the last 6 weeks I’ve read: The Talisman Ring, The Grand Sophy, Frederica, Sylvester the wicked uncle, and Arabella. I can’t remember any of them, except maybe The Grand Sophy because I remember the dog. Maybe my priorities in retaining details of novels were different back then.

Time reading them has been lovely, and with BBC1 Sanditon now playing on tv it feels like I have been transported once again to nineteenth century England.

I’m currently reading the ‘Nonesuch’ and it has to have what I consider (and many others consider) one of the most annoying female characters Georgette Heyer ever wrote. Miss Tiffany Wield is a an annoying brat of 17 year old whose temper tantrums and general unlikeability contrast greatly with the books heroine and Tiffany’s governess – Miss Ancilla Trent. A woman from a genteel background only bought to seek an independent living by the circumstances of her family’s impoverishment. In contrast to her, the hero is Sir Waldo Hawkridge, called ‘The Nonesuch’ for his superior sporting ability, talents and of course extreme wealth. He doesn’t have a title but it doesn’t matter because he’s rich! Not a lot happens in the novel, but watching Ancilla resisting the urge to fall in love and Waldo’s general good natured amusement is utterly delightful.

I’m almost finished reading the story, and I can’t wait for them to kiss, but I know when they do I’ll also want to go back a few pages and read it all over again.