Until then, I though I would share a NaNoWriMo calender that I made in my spare time. :-) I kind of went crazy with it-but it was fun and will work great as the desktop picture for the computer. :-)
Here it is:
By the way, I *love* those sunglasses. I must get some, methinks. :-D
Ah yes! And so I thought, that while I'm posting about NaNoWriMo I'll share a small excerpt from my book with y'all. First, the synopsis:
It is the year 1811 when the McKie family decides to visit London for the season and leave their home in the hills of Scotland to find husbands for their daughters. They are utterly unprepared for the adventure, romance, scandal and mystery that await them. The three eldest girls find themselves wrapped up in the intrigues of London far too swiftly...
There is Bella, the eldest at home, with a clear head on her shoulders and a heart that is far away with the man she loves who is working for the King against Napoleon.
Then Ada, who though she dearly loves her sister, Emmy, she is extremely disapproving of her shocking ways. And don't ask her about Mr. Stanbury. For she is determined to reject his love suit.
Emmy McKie, at age fifteen loves a good romance novel and has decided that the man she marries must fight a duel for her. On top of it all she takes far too much delight (according to her sisters) in shocking everyone. And of course, she finds her own love, but he doesn't seem to return her feelings. And does he fight duels?
The season looks disastrous so far. And one wonders if any of the McKie girls will make it home the same?
And the excerpt: (This is the same excerpt from my NaNoWriMo page.)
Emmy wasn't sure of what to say, knowing that she was not his choice partner and he was only asking her as not to appear rude, she felt the slightest bit snubbed. After a moment of silence she stood up gracefully. "Indeed you may, Mr. Scott. I hope I am a descent replacement for my sister." Better to dance with someone who didn't precisely want to dance with you, but would, then to be a wallflower and look dejected by the wall speaking to strange gentleman whom one's sister has instructed one not to speak to ever again. Yes, this was the right choice. She tried to ignore the fact that Mr. Henry Scott was the ideal gentleman. I wonder if he would fight a duel? She shoved her foolish thoughts away.
He looked utterly surprised. "Oh, Miss Emmaline, you are nothing of the sort! I would enjoy dancing with any of the McKie sisters many times. I am profusely apologetic if I have offended you in any way. It truly was not meant." He looked honestly concerned.
She smiled, as if to reassure him, but more so to reassure herself. He offered her his arm and led her to the dance floor. She noticed his eyes dart to glance at her as they walked along. Is something wrong with my appearance? She thought to herself. Why does he keep looking at me? My hair must look dreadful... They swept into a round of Mr. Bevridge's Maggot and Emmy felt herself positively enchanted by the music and steps of the dance and marveled at the perfect footwork and grace of her partner. His eyes stayed on her nearly the entire time, and she felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny. But as she danced her mind wandered and flew back to her novel. Which made her wonder once more, if Mr. Scott would be the type to duel?
Please forgive the fact that it is not edited yet. Thus the *messy* writing. :-)
And lastly I give you this just because (I found this on Michael Thomas' blog and could not stop laughing. The song is "All You Really Need is Love" by Brad Paisley):
Have a marvelously blessed week!
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