Summer Snippets

 Here are a few bits and pieces from by writing projects. They weren't all written in September, but come from July and onwards.

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    "Not bad for half a day's work, is it?" She said, boiling a kettleful of water on the kitchen stove for tea. "Though, when Mum sends down the box with the last of my stuff, I am going to have to invest in a proper shelf."

  I ducked back out of the refrigerator. "More clothes?" The plausibility of more dresses fitting into Evelyn's already tiny closet was nil.

from The Letters of Lee Ames

  When I finally looked respectable again, I rushed back downstairs and made an undignified jump onto the tram towards Westminster.

from The Letters of Lee Ames

    "Londoner's might not take kindly to a Yank sticking her nose into their lives. What if I run into someone who resents the American War for Independence?"

from The Letters of Lee Ames

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~ Hanne-col

Back Again

'Desert Mountain Climbing' by Victor C. Anderson
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Since my last post in June, life has seen me traverse across the good ole' United States to California for a family vacation, fall ill, attend numerous weddings, read a good many books, and switch my main writing project. I am very sorry for falling off the face of the blogosphere and abandoning my renaissance so soon but life prevailed over blogging. Anyway, I'm back and determined to settle into some sort of organized blogging plan.

 Anyway, there are mainly two things I want to talk about today: books and writing. Books are the indispensable objects of my lifelong affection and this summer I have read some great ones. To Kill a Mockingbird, for example, is brilliant. That book has secured a place on my list of best books I've read this year and a place on my list of favorites. Though, I would recommend it for older readers because of some language and thematic elements. I read my first of Wodehouse with Mike and Psmith. It was delightful; I look forward to more and diving into Jeeves & Wooster. I read a great many others, including Elisabeth Grace Foley's Left-Hand Kelly and Rachel Heffington's debut Fly Away Home.

 Well, on to the writing front. I needed to set aside my 1930s historical fiction piece (let's call it Finding Home for brevity) and so, in the beginning of July, I began work on a historical fiction novel taking place in 1953 London. So far, I have been in a good place with this story and it has not been snagging anywhere nearly as bad as Finding Home. Unfortunately, my new work in progress does not have a very good title at present. To quote Marguerite Henry, "titles are slippery things." I have yet to find the one singularly suited to my story. The Letters of Lee Ames no longer works when it is not being written in the epistolary form.

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 Well, farewell for today. I plan on bringing you a post of snippets from my current work-in-progress later this week and a book review as soon as I gather my thoughts into a coherent pattern.