The Wednesday Gazette: 4/15/2020

Coronavirus Kiss
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Well, it’s been a month almost to the day since this strange quarantine business started, and if you had told me I would still be inside on April 14th, I might have laughed at you. A month ago my son called me and asked for a comprehensive list of groceries, and my daughter-in-law brought them over, together with a couple of little treats she thought I would enjoy. I haven’t seen her since then, though we Facebook. My son has stopped by a few times with additional groceries. We stay six feet apart and smoke a cigarette or two out in the parking lot. Then I take the supplies, and we wave at each other and call out “I love you” across the social distance, not really caring if anybody hears us. I must say, although my sons are grown men and married fathers, it is very hard to look at a person you carried and gave birth to, knowing that you cannot be anywhere near them.

I suppose like everybody else, my productivity has gone by fits and starts. I’ve been attending a boatload of free webinars on book development and marketing. I’ve done more work on my blog than I’d done in the past year of having it. I have a nice Facebook page and a mailing list, and I may be able to help another writer with her blog.

As far as writing goes, “Rose Cottage” is about ready to go. I’m going to need some reviewers, people who won’t mind looking through an advance copy in PDF format and writing a little review–either on their own blog, on Amazon, on Goodreads, or any combination thereof. If you’d like to do that, let me know in the comments below or send me a message on the Contact page. I’ll be forever grateful, and you’ll get a free copy when the book is finally live on Amazon.

I have a regrettable way of painting myself into corners that I can’t get out of, and I’ve managed to do that nicely with “Ham to the Slaughter.” All I can say is it has to do with Lydia’s age, and I haven’t quite figured it out yet.

I did manage to put several hours in on the beginning of “Every Happiness.” Here, to close this post, is a little snippet from the very beginning. Darcy is standing in the breakfast-room, looking out of the window. He sees Elizabeth Bennet approaching from the direction of the fields, arriving to visit her sick sister. Have a good week, everyone, and enjoy the snippet.


Darcy’s attention was caught by a flash of movement and color somewhere in the middle distance. Closer scrutiny revealed it to be Miss Elizabeth Bennet, striding up the sloping lawn towards the house. She had obviously walked across muddy and rain-soaked fields from her home at Longbourn, a distance of some three miles. Her skirts were muddy, and her dark curls escaped from her bonnet to form tendrils around her rosy face. Caesar, Netherfield’s Mastiff, trotted up to greet her, sitting courteously to receive her smiling attentions. Darcy watched attentively as she held out her ungloved hand to the massive dog, eventually caressing his chin and scratching his ears. She smiled and spoke, and the dog leaned against her. Even seated, his head was higher than her waist, and he came close to knocking her over. At length, Miss Elizabeth gave the dog a final pat and turned to cross the grassy area that led around a corner to the front entrance. Darcy helped himself to a second cup of coffee and returned to his place.

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