Hello fellow Warriors. I'm back. My health is a bit dodgy, but I'm still kickin' and causing dear hubby tons of grief. Surgery looms in my future, date yet to be determined. Other than that, this past week saw me refresh my memory banks about where I was in my two stories (Georgiana and Mary). This led to the inevitable editing I do whenever I read my prose. I've never figured out how to shut the internal editor off, and I'm coming to the conclusion that a HUGE portion of Georgiana is going to drift onto the cutting floor. I can't seem to get past the last scene and that means - Cut the little darlings. *Ouch*
As I struggled with Georgiana, this lovely scene popped into my head and it doesn't suit sweet Miss Darcy. This snippet, from my future ONLY A ROGUE WILL DO, is here for your perusal.
It's so fresh, I haven't transferred it from the notebook I keep by my bed.
He plucked the dance card from her fingers and before she could protest, opened the tiny booklet and began to read the names she'd scribbled down before entering the ball room.
"Hmmm... Baron Bootstrap... Lord Runamuk..." he murmured, his lips tilting into a grin. "I see Sir Trapdoor didn't make his dance, poor soul, do you believe he... fell through something?"
"Sometimes I think I absolutely hate you." She snatched the card out of his hand and tucked it into her reticule. Before she could turn and escape his all knowing gaze and self-important gloating, he touched her arm and stayed her movement.
"Forgive me, I have no right to make fun of how you deal with this. May I please see the card again."
She almost shook off his hand, but something in his eyes - compassion, perhaps? - had her reach into her bag and hand him the card. He promptly borrowed a pen from Miss ______, standing nearby, and wrote his name next to the supper set.I like these two already.
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She has a sense of humor and he has a sense of compassion. I can see why you like them.ReplyDelete
We will find out he IS a Rake of the First Order... however, Lady Penelope manages to crawl under his skin and make him re-think his permanent bachelor status. Thanks for visiting today, Ed.Delete
Lots of fun here and written so well.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Charmaine. This is the rough, just tumbled out of bed, draft. I'm sure I'll flesh it out (repeatedly) before releasing it into the world. :)Delete
I like them too! I want to know more about them. Is it set late Regency? The dance card controversy still rages I believe. I've used them when I've needed them, but not as much as I'd like to.ReplyDelete
At this moment, because the story is in it's fledgling status - (read that as the characters are chirping in my brain but they're not quite solid yet) - I haven't chosen a time frame. I think it will depend on the secondary characters. Will they be military, (Peninsular War), will they be House of Lords, (Luddite movement, assassination of the PM), etc., etc.Delete
Welcome back! And I LOVE the snippet, very clever and well done on so many levels.Looking forward to more...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Veronica. I'm so glad you visited today.Delete
Intriguing interaction between them. Was that really compassion, though? I wonder.ReplyDelete
Maybe a self-serving compassion??? He IS a Rake, you know.ReplyDelete
Great banter! Sorry to hear about your health troubles. Hope it's not anything too serious. Sending you well wishes, my friend. xoReplyDelete
Thank you, Jules. So glad you stopped by.Delete
Thank you, Daryl. Strangely enough, being unhealthy has re-connected me with myself. Does that sound strange?? Thanks for stopping by and sharing the love in Twitter Land.ReplyDelete
""Hmmm... Baron Bootstrap... Lord Runamuk..." he murmured, his lips tilting into a grin. "I see Sir Trapdoor didn't make his dance, poor soul, do you believe he... fell through something?"ReplyDelete
I laughed! He is such a smart-arse, no? Absolutely love this whole scene! I will need to read this one. :-)
I do hope your health improves and that your mending from surgery is swift! Hugs coming your way.
I agree, he is a smarty pants. It will be difficult to give him the dark side he needs to be a true Rogue. Thanks for stopping by.ReplyDelete
Great dialogue between them!ReplyDelete
Thanks for stopping by, AmyDelete
I like them too. Your blog is so pretty.ReplyDelete
Thank you for the compliment, and thank you for stopping by today.ReplyDelete
I loved the banter. I can't wait for supper for more sparing. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Karen. Glad you stopped byDelete