Deadline Link-O-Matic

My book is due November 1.

Let me say that again just for the adrenaline rush.

My book is due November 1


Ack!!!

Right. So, today's post will be a bit brief because although I have things well in hand on the deadline front, the fact remains that my book is due November 1 and I need the panic. It makes me spend more time writing and less time surfing the web or twittering.

Speaking of which, here is a link to one of the most inspiring blog posts I've read in quite some time. From @Moonrat's Editorial Ass blog: Robert The Publisher's Gem of the Day

The beauty of the post, aside from the humor and the gotcha meaning at the end, is that it's inspiring for anyone, even if you're not a publisher, editor or writer.

I'll leave you with that as you go off to be inspired. I'll be doing the same thing over at the book that's due November 1.

But if you come back to comment about whether you agree, that would be cool.

Edited to add:

The winner of my Anniversary Bash post has not yet come forward. Amy, contact me! If I haven't heard from you by wed Oct 7, I'll select a new winner.

The winner (chosen randomly) is Amy! Amy please email me carolyn AT carolynjewel.com with your mailing address. If you already have Scandal, let me know and I'll send My Forbidden Desire.

Thanks for stopping by and hey, Spike is an awesome choice of vampire.


EDT #2: Random comic. Not that I would ever surf the web when my book is due november 1.


xkcd.com

Another Winner!


Congratulations, MariElle, you're the winner of a $25 Amazon gift certificate. Please send your email address to riskies@yahoo.com.

I didn't pick a winner based on the quality of the jokes (it was through the impartial and humorless random integer method), but MariElle's was pretty good--here's her punchline again:

The young monk asks the old Abbot, “What's wrong, father?” With a choking voice, the old Abbot replies, “The word was... 'celebRate!!!’ ”

And don't you like this authentic, sophisticated medieval wall painting?

Happy Birthday, Elizabeth Gaskell

First of all, this week is Banned Books Week! Everyone go and read a banned book--or any book at all, really. Reading is rebellion! Reading is, well, risky!

And so is writing. I finished an "Undone" short story and am on the downward slope toward The End of my second Laurel McKee book (due November 1--wish me luck!), and it seems that is hazardous to my health. My finger seems permanently bent, and my behind is glued to my desk chair (all the Halloween candy I eat as I write is not helping, either). But I'm very happy to take a time out today and celebrate the birthday of author Elizabeth Gaskell, who was born September 29, 1810. (I confess that, aside from reading her book Ruth a long time ago--and remembering nothing about it--I did not come to her books until I saw the TV versions of Cranford, North and South, and Wives and Daughters, but I'm glad I have found them now. And didn't you know I would find a way to use a pic of Richard Armitage??)

Gaskell was born Elizabeth Stevenson at 93 Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, which was then still on the outskirts of London, the 8th and last child of William Stevenson, a Unitarian minister, and his wife Elizabeth, who came from a prominent Midlands family well-connected with other well-to-do Unitarian families. Only Elizabeth and her eldest brother John survived infancy, and her mother died barely 3 months after her birth. Her father sent her to live with her mother's sister, Hannah Lamb, in Cheshire, and she grew up with her aunt and grandparents. Their town, Knutsford, was later immortalized as Cranford (Her father remarried in 1814 and went on to have 2 more children, but she did not spend much time with them. Her brother John was a frequent visitor to Cheshire, though, and she was very fond of him. He went into the Merchant Navy with the East India Company, and was lost on a voyage to India in 1827).

In 1832 she married William Gaskell, the minister at Cross Street Unitarian Chapel and a man of literary hobbies. They settled in Manchester, where the industrial setting (and the religious values she grew up with and lived with) offered much inspiration for her writing. They had 6 children, and eventually rented a villa in Plymouth Grove after the publication of Elizabeth's first novel Mary Barton, and she lived in this house and wrote all her books there until her death 15 years later. The circles the Gaskells socialized with included literary figures, religious dissenters, and social reformers, including Charles Dickens, John Ruskin, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and Charlotte Bronte (who is known to have stayed in the villa at loeast 3 times; Gaskell later wrote her first biography).

The best known of her books now are Ruth (1853), Cranford (1853), North and South (1854), and Wives and Daughters (1865), as well as her Bronte bio, but her best sellers in her own life were her Gothic ghost stories, published often in her friend Dickens' magazine Household Words.
She died at her home in 1865, aged 55.

A few good sources on Gaskell's life are:
Arthur Pollard, Mrs. Gaskell: Novelist and Biographer
Winifred Gerin, Elizabeth Gaskell
And the website of The Gaskell Society (lots of fun!)

Have you ever read any of Gaskell's books (or seen the adaptations?) Which are your faves? And what are some of your favorite banned books???

Winner of Elena's 4th Anniversary Prize!

Tessa McDermid,


Please email egreene @ stny.rr.com with your snail mail address and I'll send you your copy of the Regency anthology HIS BLUSHING BRIDE. (The stories are way less twee than the title, I promise!)


Elena

Amanda's Anniversary Winner!


The winner of the Harlequin tote bag, calendar, and signed copy of Spirited Brides is--Jane George! Please send us your snail mail address at riskies@yahoo.com. Thanks for taking part in the party!

Diane's Fourth Anniversary Winner!!

It's Kismet!
The winner of my DVD 1815 The Battle of Waterloo is.......

Susan Wilbanks!

Congratulations, Susan. Email us at riskies@yahoo.com with your snail mail address.

Computer Woes - Regency Style

My beeyoutiful Pink laptop is on the fritz. No documents lost, thank heaven, but it is doing very weird things with my browsers and anything to do with the internet. So I'm working on my old stand-by, the $400 Acer the pink laptop replaced. This Acer just keeps on ticking! My husband (a computer guy) has been working on the pink laptop all weekend.

So I got to wondering what the Regency equivalent to a broken laptop would be. A heroine who could not write a note, perhaps?

Here's my scenerio. My heroine is out in the country. There is no time to go to the village for supplies. She must must write a note to the hero, lest he put himself in grave danger, but she's run out of ink. What would she do?

Or she's run out of writing paper. Where would she get paper on which to write her note?

Or all her quill pens are useless. What would she do?

I'm not solving this problem (although I have a few ideas how to do it). What do you think my heroine should do? Waste time on a Monday. Your ideas can be reasonable or fanciful.



Here for your viewing pleasure is Gerard Butler (since Megan left him to me!). He stars in Law Abiding Citizen, opening in theatres Oct 18.



My Riskies Anniversary prize, a DVD of the documentary 1815 The Battle of Waterloo (still in its shrink wrap) will be announced late tonight. Chosen from all my commenters of the month.

Thanks for supporting Risky Regencies!!

RIsky Winner!

Lois, you have won the gift certificate from Megan's Celebratory Day! Please email riskies @ yahoo.com to get your fun!

Thanks to everyone for commenting.

Michelle Willingham At The Riskies!


Riskies: Welcome back, Michelle! Tell us about Taming Her Irish Warrior!


Taming Her Irish Warrior is the fourth book in my MacEgan Brothers series. It tells the story of Ewan MacEgan, the youngest brother. Readers might remember him as an awkward teenager in my earlier books, but he has definitely grown up as one of my favorite heroes . . . not to mention how strong he is now! I gave him a heroine ( Honora St. Leger) who is an incredible swordfighter herself, and that caused some fun tension.


Riskies: You also have an Undone, The Warrior's Forbidden Virgin! What is it about? How does it fit into Taming Her Irish Warrior?


When I was writing Taming, I was asked to do a connecting story for Undone!. "The Warrior's Forbidden Virgin" shows a lot of the off-scene moments from Taming. It tells the story of the secondary characters, Lady Katherine and Sir Ademar. Don't worry though—both stand on their own, and you don't have to read one to understand the other. Still, it gave me the chance to write a bigger book, and try some new things. The character of Sir Ademar is a virgin hero, which I'd never done before. He's the strong, silent type who has trouble speaking to women, and I absolutely adored writing him. I only wish I could have put the two stories together to do a full-length medieval book!


Riskies: How do these stories fit with your series?


Taming Her Irish Warrior is the second-to-last story of the MacEgan Brothers series. I'm currently working on Trahern MacEgan's book now, which should be released next fall. "The Warrior's Forbidden Virgin" is loosely connected to the MacEgans—the heroine Lady Katherine was spurned by Ewan MacEgan, and she's not too pleased about it!

Riskies: Tell us about the gorgeous tattoo on the cover! Is it in the book?

Ewan ended up with a tattoo as well, but not in the way I expected! I wrote the book, completed revisions and copyedits, and then suddenly the cover art arrived, and the artist had put a tattoo on his upper left arm.

My first reaction was--but, but, Ewan doesn't have a tattoo! I turned to the history books and found that Celtic tattoos were definitely a part of Irish culture, and many were a mark of honor among warriors. I sent a quick note to my editor, asking if I could add the tattoo to the hero's physical description. We raced against the printing press, and I'll let readers discover whether the tattoo description actually made it into the book. J In fact, I'm holding a contest with that very question next month for newsletter subscribers, and the prize is an Amazon gift certificate. Readers who'd like to join can sign up with their e-mail address on my website: www.michellewillingham.com .

Riskies: What's next for you?


Quite a lot, actually! I've written a free online daily read at eHarlequin, starting November 9th. Voyage of an Irish Warrior is tied into my MacEgan Brothers series and features a few cameo characters from Taming Her Irish Warrior and Her Warrior King.

I also have a short story in The Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance called "A Wish to Build a Dream On," available in the UK on October 29th and in December for the U.S.

Then in January, I have a Victorian trilogy coming out. "An Accidental Seduction" is another Harlequin Historical Undone! short story, and this time, it's a direct prequel (with the same hero and heroine) for my February U.S. book The Accidental Countess (It releases next month in the UK in hardback library edition, and January in UK paperback). The Accidental Countess is basically Cinderella meets "The Bourne Identity" where the hero has no memory of marrying her.

In March, The Accidental Princess is a secret royalty story, inspired by The Prince and the Pauper. Two men look exactly alike—but who is the prince and who is the illegitimate son?


Riskies: What are the challenges of moving between medieval Ireland and the Victorian period?


I found that the cultural aspects changed the pacing. Since the medieval time period is so raw and primitive, the characters can be very sensual earlier in the story. The Victorian time period is at the other end of the spectrum, and sensuality has to be extremely subtle. For the hero to touch any part of the heroine with an ungloved hand invites quite a scandal! Still, I enjoyed the challenge, and my Victorians tend to have more of a murder-mystery feel to them. The heroine in The Accidental Countess loves to cook, and I enjoyed exploring Victorian historical recipes, as well.


Today, I'm offering up two prizes for two lucky commenters—a free download of "The Warrior's Forbidden Virgin" and a signed copy of Taming Her Irish Warrior. Just tell me--do you like connected novels and short stories with the same characters? Or would you rather have them all part of one larger book?

Happy Anniversary to Us!

Though I haven't had much time for blogging lately, I couldn’t miss celebrating the 4th anniversary of the Riskies!

Four years ago, Megan, Cara, Amanda, Janet and I all had Signet Regencies coming out soon and decided that we’d try blogging as a way to promote those books and also to maintain a web presence until we found new publishing “homes”. Although there hadn’t been an official announcement, we all knew the line was ending soon. What I didn’t know at the time was that the Riskies community would also become like the pub everyone goes to after work, a great place to hang out and have fun between wrestling bouts with our muses.

I’ve done my share of wrestling. Last summer I realized how badly stuck I was and also that I needed to part from my agent. Once I did that, I felt freed. My writing started to flow and I was searching for a new agent when life intervened. As many of you probably know, my husband suffered a severe stroke in January, resulting in right side paralysis and speech aphasia. He's making a slow but steady recovery, but it’s a long, arduous process. For many months, I was both too busy and too overwhelmed to even think about writing. But at some point this summer the urge to write again came over me. This fall, I’ve been trying to carve out some time to write, though husband and children still take most of my time. (The house is officially a Dust Bunny Preserve.) But it’s still hard and sometimes it feels as if we’ll never see the light at the end of the tunnel.

But I’ve realized I can’t wait until my husband is through the recovery process or until I can write regularly to be happy. Many of us get caught in this thinking. Writers think they’ll be happy once they get that next (or first) contract. But whether your goal is selling a book or something else, you have to enjoy the process and find happiness along the way. Otherwise you might break down before you get there.

So go do something you love. If that’s not possible, at least make time to enjoy being with friends, like the Riskies. It’s what I’ve been doing. Though I’m often too tired to comment, I visit as often as I can, because so many posts make me smile. Here are just a few of my favorites from this year:
So thanks to my fellow Riskies and to everyone in our community. You are the lights in the tunnel.

No Risky celebration is complete without prizes. To enter the drawing for a copy of the anthology HIS BLUSHING BRIDE which includes my novella, “The Wedding Wager” along with stories by Alice Holden and our dear friend Regina Scott, just tell us some of your favorite posts this year. Or if you'd like, share something that helped you make it through a personal “tunnel” of your own.

Elena
www.elenagreene.com


    Celebrate!

    We've survived four years together! The fourth anniversary, according to one source, represents "the blossoming partnership of a couple." Flowers are the traditional gift for the fourth year, while the contemporary gift is . . . appliances?!?

    When we started four years ago, I had no idea we'd still be doing it. Truth be told, I didn't have any expectations. I just thought it sounded fun, and a place where I could have a different persona than on my own blog (hard to believe, but I am waaaay more neurotic over there). But we've blossomed, just like we were supposed to, and I am happy to be part of such excellent company. We are, sad to say, still lacking decent appliances. But that is a minor issue.

    (In an intriguing coincidence, my husband and I just celebrated our fourteenth anniversary this week as well. Much fancy cheese was eaten. And I am looking forward to tormenting him for many more years.)

    To celebrate our Risky anniversary here, I'll be giving away a 25 dollar gift certificate to Amazon! All you have to do is enter is say what your ideal celebration is. For example, would you go to Paris and drink champagne in twilight near the Eiffel Tower? Or perhaps hunker down in your living room with a hunk-filled movie? Maybe you'd rather get together with a group of friends and sit outside drinking wine and laughing?

    All these sound awesome to me, actually. I don't know which I'd choose!

    So go get us some toasters and join in the party! We'll choose a random commenter for the winner. And thanks to you guys, our visitors, for making all my 'what-to-post' angst worthwhile every Friday.

    Megan

    The Brain in the Backyard

    And here it is, a photo taken at great personal cost (at least two mosquito bites) of the latest growth in the back yard. I don't know whether it's edible and I doubt whether I'll try to find out.

    So with my brain in the backyard, my mind in 1797 Bath, my memory falling down a hill somewhere (I can't remember where), and my bank balance on its way to the IRS ... here's what I've been up to.

    I went on Tuesday to see Steeleye Span, an appearance on their 4oth anniversary tour. Eeek. The line for the men's room was longer than that for the women's room, probably because of all those dodgy prostates. I counted three people who didn't qualify for AARP membership (one of whom was my daughter--this concert was a birthday present. My daughter and I did a guest interview recently at MamaWriters which was fun). Steeleye Span was one of the folk rock bands in England started, uh, forty years ago, their main contender being Fairport Convention (although band personnel switched between the two).

    Going to see a band you've followed, on and off, for a few decades is rather alarming. It leads to all sorts of thoughts about mortality and aging, and a live performance is quite different from recordings which give you a studio (edited, pristine) moment in time.

    I didn't want any sort of nostalgia trip or mourning for my lost youth or any of that stuff but I felt time was running out. Would they sound as good?

    Thankfully, yes, they sounded amazing. And, oh, the Regency tie in. Their repertoire contains a lot of eighteenth century material. One of their most recent recordings, Bloody Men, has a whole group of songs, Ned Ludd, which begins with a setting of Inclosure by John Clare (and I'm listening to it right now):
    Ye commons left free in the rude rags of nature
    Ye brown heaths beclothed in furze as ye be
    My wild eye in rapture adores every feature
    Ye are dear as this heart in my bosom to me
    And the same album has a version of a wonderful, raunchy traditional song, Bonny Black Hare, which proves that yes, in Regency England, they Did That Sort of Thing:
    I laid this girl down with her face to the sky
    I pulled out my ramrod and my bullets likewise
    Saying, Wrap your legs round me, dig in with your heels
    For the closer we get, the better it feels
    As I said, my brain appears to be in the backyard (and mind in the gutter), but where's yours today? What music are you listening to?

    Historical Workshop and other links.

    This week I'm doing a historical fiction workshop over at Romance Divas. They're putting me through the wringer with good and interesting questions about writing, fiction and chickens.

    Carolyn's Workshop at Romance Divas. Even after this week is done, the link will be good, so please do come by, ask questions, leave comments, admire my brilliance or even disagree.

    Here are some other interesting links I've come across lately:

    The Medieval Chronicle - subscription: Ooooh....

    How to Write a Great Query Letter Free download from agent Noah Lukeman.

    Canting Dictionary - 1736 Thieving Slang

    Historic Cities Oh, maps and sh-- stuff!

    Crime Broadsides Project, Harvard Law Dying Speeches and Bloody Murders. Regency era material here. Check it out.

    Coronation Tuesday

    Today marks the anniversary of the coronation of George III! Unfortunately, once I started trying to research the occasion in more depth, I found out it was really very dull (as so much was in the reign of George III and Queen Charlotte...) There was lots of pomp and ritual, and a big banquet, and yards and yards of brocade, but it seems the only thing out of the ordinary that happened was a traffic jam in the midst of the procession through London. William Hickey, who watched the parade as a schoolboy and left a record of it, wrote "Drivers and horses ran into each other whereby glasses and panels were demolished without number, the noise of which, accompanied by the screeches of terrified ladies, were at times truly terrific." But then the King and Queen arrived at Westminster Abbey (in sedan chairs, not golden coaches) and were duly crowned.

    George IV had a much more eventful affair for his coronation, on July 29, 1821. For one thing, it was enormously lavish--the whole thing cost 243,000 pounds (with 24,000 on his attire alone). His father's coronation cost 10,000. And the estranged Queen Caroline, denied entrance to the Abbey, ran around pounding on all the doors only to find them all barred and guarded.

    Mary Queen of Scots had a memorable coronation as well--memorable to all who were there except her, that is, because she was 9 months old at the time. It was a hasty ceremony at Stirling Castle, in the midst of a civil war, but all the regalia and ceremony was trotted out for the occasion. The baby wore her jewel-encrusted satin gown and massive velvet and ermine train to be carried down the church aisle; the crown was held above her head and the ceremonial sword strapped around her waist. The orb was put in her hand, and she grabbed onto the shiny jewels. Then she pitched a screaming fit, and her nurse put her in her cradle while the court held a ball.

    Her arch-enemy Elizabeth I had a much grander coronation on January 15, 1559 (at age 25, so she could carry the scepter herself), one full of joy and promise after the dark years of Mary Tudor's reign. Her procession was marked with no less than 4 pageants as she made her way through London in a golden litter, her red hair loose and clad in gold brocade and ermine. It was the beginning of the masterful combination of pageantry and the common touch she displayed in her reign.

    Charles II also had a big, wild, joyous coronation, which Londoners thought was the start of the fun times again after the reign of the Puritans. It was April 23, 1661, and it was the last time the traditional procession from the Tower to Westminster Abbey was held, amid cheering crowds and lavish pageants (including one of Rebellion Crushed By Monarchy Restored--though the king probably appreciated the half-naked nymphs more). Pepys wrote "The City had a light like a glory round about it with bonfires."

    It was for Charles's coronation that all the regalia (melted down and sold by Cromwell) had to be re-made, and it's these objects that are used to this day. I had a wonderful time getting to see these astonishing objects at the Tower last year, and I bought a colorful booklet in the giftshop. This is what it has to say about the coronation objects:







    The Imperial Crown of India actually dates even later than the Charles II coronation. It was made for the visit of George V to Delhi as Emperor of India, since the Crown Jewels are forbidden to be taken out of England. It's decorated with more than 6000 diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, and rubies.
    The Queens Consort traditionally wore the Crown of Mary of Modena (James II's queen), but by the 20th century that crown was in a fragile condition (and is now in the Museum of London). All of the 20th century Queens (Alexandra, Mary, and Elizabeth) had their own crowns, including this one made for the Queen Mother. It contains the famous Koh I Noor Diamond, said to be lucky for women and unlucky for men. She wore it at her own coronation, as well as her daughter's, and it was placed atop her coffin at her funeral.
    The Crown of St. Edward was made in 1661, and is said to be composed of the melted gold from King Alfred's Crown. It is used only for the actual crowning, though petite Queen Victoria went with the much lighter Imperial State Crown (and later wore a little diamond crown for the rest of the festivities)
    The Imperial State Crown contains most of the surviving historic jewels, including Edward the Confessor's sapphire, the Black Prince's ruby, and pearls from Elizabeth I's earrings. It also holds the diamond the Second Star of Africa. It's worn at the end of the ceremony when the monarch leaves the Abbey, and then every year for the opening of Parliament.
    The Ampulla and spoon (used for the annointing oil) are the only objects that are pre-Commonwealth.
    The Orb is a hollow golden sphere, with a cross representing the title of Defender of the Faith. This and the smaller orb made for Mary II were placed atop Victoria's coffin for her funeral.
    The Scepter contains the Great Star of Africa, a diamond of over 530 carats which is the second largest cut diamond in the world (and possibly the sparkliest thing I've ever seen!)
    Whose coronation would you like to have attended? What would you have worn? (Speaking of what to wear, I have an Emmys post-mortem over at my own blog! Visit there to vote for your modern favorites...)

    Kathryn Caskie Winner

    Our Risky Winner of a signed copy of Kathryn Caskie's To Sin With a Stranger is:
    RKCharron!!!

    Email us at riskies@yahoo.com with your snail mail address.

    Patricia, you too! Email us with your address.
    We'll pass both on to Kathy.

    The Riskies

    Bright Star

    Imagine my excitement to hear about the release of a new Jane Campion (The Piano) movie about John Keats's doomed love. Bright Star was scheduled for release Friday Sept 18. A new movie set in the Regency era, by an intelligent filmaker. Hooray!
    Then I was immediately cast down because Bright Star's "limited release" did not include the Washington, DC area. Pooh.

    But this looks like a wonderful film. It tells the story of Keats's love affair with his neighbor in Hampstead, Fanny Brawne, doomed from the start by her need to marry well, his poverty and, of course, the illness that would tragically take his life at 25. The actors playing Keats (Ben Whishaw) and Fanny look gorgeous and the performance by the actress playing Fanny (Abbie Cornish) is said to be Emmy-worthy.

    Here's the Movie Trailer:


    I confess that I knew little of Keats, except that he wrote wonderful poetry and he died young. I remember coming across a plaque near the Spanish Steps in Rome marking the residence where he died. This was years ago when I'd visited Rome and had not even started writing Regency or become obsessed by the era and all its characters.

    Keats suffered scathing reviews in the London press, but probably because he was associated with Leigh Hunt, who in 1813 was imprisoned for criticizing the Prince Regent. It is such a shame Keats's work was not more appreciated in his lifetime. It is so beautiful.

    Here is the poem inspired by Fanny Brawne that gave the movie its title:

    Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
    Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
    And watching, with eternal lids apart,
    Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
    The moving waters at their priest-like task
    Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
    Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
    Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
    No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
    Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
    To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
    Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
    Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
    And so live ever--or else swoon to death


    Keats contracted tuberculosis, known then as consumption, the illness that took the lives of his mother and brother. From his medical studies he knew from the sight of the first drop of blood what he would face. He died in Rome, his friend Severn at his side.

    It seems fitting to end my blog with the beginning of Keats's Ode to Autumn:
    Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
    To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;


    Are you in a city showing Bright Star? Have you seen it? Tell us, please!
    What is your favorite poem by Keats?
    Do you think you could write a Regency-set Romance with a poet as a hero?

    Kathryn Caskie

    I'm delighted to welcome my friend, Kathryn Caskie, to Risky Regencies! Kathy's and my writing journeys have been on near parallel path, with Kathy leading the way. One of the biggest thrills of my writing career was having previous winner Kathy present me with my Golden Heart at the 2003 RWA conference. I was already wearing a Golden Heart necklace, though. Kathy lent me hers for luck. (It worked, too!) I could go on and on with other ways Kathy has been generous to me, but better you hear from her! I'm thrilled with her success at Avon and with her newest series, The Seven Deadly Sins.
    Diane
    Caskie's irresistible and irrepressible Sinclair siblings, better known as the Seven Deadly Sins, liven up any season with their audacious actions, witty repartee and wild escapades. Caskie sprinkles their stories with a winning combination of poignancy and humor that's sure to charm her fans--Kathe Robin, RT Book Reviews.
    1. Welcome to Risky Regencies, Kathy! Tell us about The Most Wicked of Sins.

    Thanks for inviting me to the rout. Wouldn’t you know it? My blue silk evening gown is being dry cleaned.

    The Most Wicked of Sins (in stores September 29th) is my ninth book, and the second in my Seven Deadly Sins series. It’s Lady Ivy Sinclair’s story and the sin she must overcome is envy.
    The seven Sinclair brothers and sisters—known throughout the Society as the Seven Deadly Sins—live for scandal and delight in disgrace . . . until their father decrees that they must reform. Propriety has never come easily, but now they have no choice. They must redeem themselves or regret in poverty.
    It doesn’t take long before Lady Ivy Sinclair grows weary of pretending to be rich while living like a pauper behind closed doors. And so she vows to land a sensible, serious husband her father will accept.
    Snaring a husband shouldn’t be difficult. After all, Ivy is the envy of Society—at least she was, until Miss Fiona Feeney arrived in Town. Suddenly, the Irish beauty is the undisputed toast of the ton. Worse yet, just when the gentleman Ivy’s set her cap for is about to pop the question, Miss Feeney snatches away his attentions. Furious, Ivy hatches a plan. Using the last of her money, she hires an actor to impersonate the new Marquess of Counterton, hoping his passionate courtship of her will send her intended into a jealous rage. There is only one small problem with Ivy’s plan: Dominic Sheridan, the blue-eyed “actor” she hires, really is the Marquess of Counterton, who has just arrived in Town. And he isn't acting at all, but intent on seducing her into committing the most wicked of sins.

    2. The Most Wicked of Sins is the second book in your series, The Seven Deadly Sins. Tell us about the first book and whether we need to read it first before book number two.

    The first book in my Seven Deadly Sins series is To Sin With a Stranger (Avon, December 2008). While the story introduces the series, every book is written as a stand-alone story, meaning while your reading experience may be enhanced by reading the stories in order, you do not need to understand everything.
    To Sin With a Stranger is Sterling Sinclair’s story (his sin is greed). I had so much fun writing this story. Here it is in a nutshell: When an anonymous gamester places the largest wager in White's history on whether rakish Sterling Sinclair will marry misfit Isobel Carrington, everyone wants a stake in the long-shot match of the Season. But when the ton decides to manipulate the bet's outcome, suddenly the word extreme loses all meaning as London becomes the hottest city on earth.

    3. What is risky about The Most Wicked of Sins?

    The Sinclairs as characters—Ivy in particular. Social etiquette was all important in Regency Society. Even so, the Sinclair siblings regularly challenge the rules and get away with even the most outrageous behavior.

    Why wouldn’t they be blocked from every drawing room? Denied invitations? Well, for the same reason stars today are sought after guests and given a pass for even the worst behavior.

    The Sinclair’s are the day’s social celebrities. It doesn’t hurt that they are the sons and daughters of a Scottish duke or that they are witty, entertaining and striking in appearance. Invite them to your ball and if they attend, everyone will be talking the next day. Your event will be a success.

    But they are desirable guests on another level too—because everyone, from the grandest nobleman to the lowliest maid can see that these outwardly perfect creatures are broken. Their heartbreaking past that so deeply wounded them, separated them from Society, is exactly the thing that draws people near, wanting to embrace and heal them.

    4. You seem partial to Scottish heroes. Why?

    I do love Scottish heroes. There is something a little less predictable, a little less restrained, a little more outwardly passionate than their English counterparts. Oh, and there are kilts.

    5. I happen to know you married your very own hero this summer. Tell us about your wedding!!
    As a romance author, you have to believe in happily ever afters...I mean reallllly believe. And I do. Believing in happily ever afters got me through the tough times, and I know it opened me to experiences that reinforced my belief.

    Last month, my hero and I began our own happily ever after when we were joined in marriage at Dalhousie Castle just outside Edinburgh, Scotland.

    A bagpiper led the bridal party through the castle chapel where my fiancé waited. The rings were delivered to my daughter by a little owl (named Ted), the great surprise of the guests. After pronouncing us husband and wife, the adorable minister presented us with a tiny box he’d made from the wood of centuries-old yew (the oldest trees in the world), wishing us a long, happy marriage and everlasting love.

    We cut the wedding cake with the piper’s dirk (which works really well!). Next came the traditional Scottish wedding toast. The piper gifted us with a Quaich and a bottle of Glenfiddich. As the bride I was tasked with filling the Quaich and passing it to everyone to toast our union. Beginning with my new husband, everyone (of age) in the room made a toast then drank the whisky. The reception dinner was held in the white flower-filled dungeon. Lady Catherine, lovelorn ghost of Dalhousie, who is said to hate weddings, thankfully did not make an appearance.

    It was a fairytale wedding for this romance author.

    (for more wonderful wedding photos, see Kathy's Facebook page)

    7. What is next for you?

    I am just finishing up The Duke’s Night of Sin (Avon, August 2010), book four, and beginning work on a mini-trilogy within the Seven Deadly Deadly Sins series, which is planned to be released in 2011 (very close together).

    So, I am staying busy!

    So now I have a question for all of you.

    Each of my characters battles one of the Seven Deadly Sins: Greed, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Lust, Wrath and Pride.

    Usually when you hear of a series dealing with the Seven Deadly Sins, it’s a suspense or horror series—not a love and laughter romance. Right?

    Given this, which sin is your greatest challenge? Be creative. Join the fun.

    I'll give away one signed copy of To Sin With a Stranger to one lucky commenter!

    Cheers!

    Kathryn



    Spare Us The Cutter!*


    Just like Megan Fox, I am a cutter. Great initials, by the way, Megan.

    [sidebar: I didn't think anyone could possibly be as beautiful as Angelina Jolie, but Megan Fox is so stunning that it is almost hard to look at her. Yes, she is outrageous and dumb and outrageously dumb in interviews, but she must have had a seriously different life than any of us have had, since she's been that gorgeous her whole life, and people treat you differently. Plus, she's an actor; who cares what she says in interviews?]

    But unlike Megan, I am proud of cutting. (My friend Kwana calls me The Queen of Cut). Earlier this week, my agent emailed to suggest revising my manuscript currently making the editorial rounds. I'd already returned from National with all kinds of ways to improve it, and much of the feedback from editors has been similar, so it makes sense to act on it, and improve the manuscript. Even if it ends up not selling, it will be useful to have undergone the editing exercise. Now that school is back in session, and life is almost back to normal, I have time to actually act.

    So I'm yanking out at least two plot threads in the manuscript, which means I've got pages and pages with slashing red lines drawn through them. It feels good, to weed out what I knew, in my writer heart of hearts, was wrong.

    What's left? A love story. A love story between two people, one of whom is seriously damaged, and one of whom thinks she is unworthy. It will remain to be seen if I can cobble together a compelling book, but meanwhile, I have my little red pen in my hand and I'm going to town.

    I don't know if I have anything else to add today, since my head is all kinds of engrossed with this, plus the normal detritus that clogs my brain. Next week I'll be pulling out most, if not all, of the stops with an Anniversary Post. How about commenting on anything you want, if you are so inclined?

    Megan

    *An Echo And The Bunnymen song. You're welcome.

    Winner for Carolyn's Anniversary Contest

    The winner (chosen randomly) is Amy! Amy please email me carolyn AT carolynjewel.com with your mailing address. If you already have Scandal, let me know and I'll send My Forbidden Desire.

    Thanks for stopping by and hey, Spike is an awesome choice of vampire.

    Wait a minute, Mr. Postman

    A wet gloomy afternoon here and to my disappointment the mail hasn't come yet. Even now when the mail delivery means junk or bills (unless it's your birthday) I still find its arrival exciting. There is the possibility there might be a real letter, a surprise.

    I've just virtuously cleaned out my email folders and it struck me that maybe we're a bit too sentimental about the lost art of letter writing. For a long time letters were not particularly private communications--because they were expensive to send, you wanted to get as much bang out of your buck as possible, and quite often they were written for public consumption, to be passed around among family and friends.

    Take this example of a very public letter from Jane Fairfax to her aunt Miss Bates in Emma, kept on hand for sharing with visitors:

    Oh! here it is. I was sure it could not be far off; but I had put my huswife upon it, you see, without being aware, and so it was quite hid, but I had it in my hand so very lately that I was almost sure it must be on the table. I was reading it to Mrs. Cole, and since she went away, I was reading it again to my mother, for it is such a pleasure to her-a letter from Jane - that she can never hear it often enough; so I knew it could not be far off, and here it is, only just under my huswife - and since you are so kind as to wish to hear what she says; - but, first of all, I really must, in justice to Jane, apologise for her writing so short a letter - only two pages you see-hardly two - and in general she fills the whole paper and crosses half.
    Yet at the same time in this society another form of letters existed in the form of short notes, delivered by hand and although it's tempting to think of these as clandestine love letters, it's more likely that they were the equivalent of email. You'd send your footman out with the letter, and he'd wait for the reply to be written. Quite efficient, other than the natural inclination of a servant--or some servants to goof off as described by Jonathan Swift:
    It often happens that Servants sent on Messages, are apt to stay out somewhat longer than the Message requires, perhaps, two, four, six, or eight Hours, or some such Trifle, for the Temptation to be sure was great, and Flesh and Blood cannot always resist: When you return, the Master storms, the Lady scolds; stripping, cudgelling, and turning off, is the Word: But here you ought to be provided with a Set of Excuses, enough to serve on all Occasions: For Instance, your Uncle came fourscore Miles to Town this Morning, on purpose to see you, and goes back by Break of Day To-morrow: A Brother-Servant that borrowed Money of you when he was out of Place, was running away to Ireland: You were taking Leave of an old Fellow-Servant, who was shipping for Barbados: Your Father sent a Cow to you to sell, and you could not find a Chapman till Nine at Night: You were taking Leave of a dear Cousin who is to be hanged next Saturday: You wrenched your Foot against a Stone, and were forced to stay three Hours in a Shop, before you could stir a Step: Some Nastiness was thrown on you out of a Garret Window, and you were ashamed to come Home before you were cleaned, and the Smell went off: You were pressed for the Sea-service, and carried before a Justice of Peace, who kept you three Hours before he examined you, and you got off with much a-do: A Bailiff by mistake seized you for a Debtor, and kept you the whole Evening in a Spunging-house: You were told your Master had gone to a Tavern, and came to some Mischance, and your grief was so great that you inquired for his Honour in a hundred Taverns between Pall-mall and Temple-bar.
    Do you still eagerly anticipate the mailman or coming home to a mailbox stuffed full of envelopes? Have you received any interesting mail recently? And do you find it difficult to delete emails?

    Anniversary! Contest!

    So this being the Risky's anniversary month, I'm going to join in the celebration even though I'm still a wet-behind-the-ears Risky. I have such fond memories already. Fun with Google books, phosphorus pencils, Megan's penchant for pictures of handsome men . . . You can't have too many handsome men, if I do say so myself.

    I wish I could give everyone a phosphorus pencil and wait for the stories about desks and papers set on fire. Alas, that is not to be. But I can offer one lucky commenter a copy of my February historical Scandal. If you look over to the right --> you can take a look at the cover -- because I haven't had time to switch the cover to my October historical, Indiscreet. If you already have Scandal and for some reason don't want two copies (why not?) I would be happy to send you one of my paranormals instead.

    To have your chance to win a copy of the book, leave a comment about one of the following things:


    1. if you had a phosphorus pencil, what would you do with it?

    2. name your favorite literary blood fucking fiend: Eric, Bill, Edward, LeStat or someone else?

    3. If you were a Regency heiress would you prefer lots of dainty slippers or an ermine muff? And would your eyes sparkle?

    4. Something else entirely

    Party Prizes

    I decided what this Risky birthday needs is a party! But where to have it, who to invite, what to serve, and most importantly what to wear??? These are big questions--it's not every month we turn 4.

    First of all, I know who not to invite. The Mad Men characters for a start. Sure, they wear fabulous clothes and would bring great booze, but then they would just sit around smoking and being all bitter and passive-aggressive and full of sub-text. I might try and borrow one of Betty's dresses, though. She might be a terrible mother, but that girl can really dress.

    Not the crazed Bon Temps crew, either. No dirt-eating orgies, please. (But Eric can come to the party. Which means we have to have it at night, natch).

    And not Byron and Caro Lamb (or any of his other women, especially that wet blanket Lady Byron. I don't want any stabbings or broken furniture. No poetry, either)

    We could invite Jane Austen (though she'd probably just sit there and make fun of everyone's outfits); the Brontes (I bet Emily won't come); Emma Hamilton (she would bring the good-looking men); Madame du Barry and Diane Poitiers (ditto); the Duchess of Devonshire and her sister (they can run the card-playing). And maybe Julia Child--I bet she would be awesome, and bring something yummy to eat. And whoever else wants to come!

    So now, where to have it? I love that scene in the movie Marie Antoinette where they have the outdoor supper under the tent, so we'll have it at the Temple of Love at the Petit Trianon. (Which means we have to invite Marie Antoinette and her crew, I guess).


    We'll have champagne, 10 different kinds of tea, and cupcakes! (But nothing from Cake Wrecks...) We'll have music, too, something to dance to.

    But that is all just the beginning! Who would you invite to be your guest at the party (because you are all invited, of course). What would you wear? What sorts of food and music should we have? And to 1 commenter I will give a Harlequin anniversary tote bag and calendar, plus a signed copy of Spirited Brides.

    Happy Birthday to us, and to you, our wonderful readers! And here's to many more...
     
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