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You can read an interview with me right now over on Maria’s fabulous blog, FlyHigh.

Simply follow this link and leave a comment to have a chance of winning copies of the Brief Encounters short story anthology!

18th century Attingham Park in Shropshire.

Attingham is of my favourite National Trust estates and NT’s fifth most popular property! The house is open again from this weekend for specialist guided tours giving an insight into the Attingham Rediscovered restoration programme. Do book a ticket if you can, it’s a fabulous place which I’ve blogged about before here and here.

This delightful little video gives a flavour of what Attingham has to offer :0)

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All together now - swoon :)

All together now - swoon :)

Happy New Year everyone! Real Life took hold of me good and proper, so I had no chance to blog but I thought I’d start 2012 off by thinking about a certain tall, dark mill owner. That should warm up our cockles!

Seven years ago, I sat down, on a dreary November Sunday evening, to watch the latest BBC period drama. A keen fan of Mrs Gaskell since reading Mary Barton at college, I was looking forward to finding out what North and South had to offer.

The first episode left me puzzled. A brusque and socially awkward mill owner and a young girl from the south weren’t characters I wanted to get to know any better. Nevertheless, I watched the second episode the following week and fell. I fell headlong in love with John Thornton – and with his story of struggle. I despaired too, along with him, about the feelings he was developing for Margaret Hale, the displaced southerner uprooted from her idyllic life to a harsh existence in Milton – Manchester.

Stupidly I didn’t record either episode. I knew better on the third week and videoed the third and final instalments. I remember quite clearly being on the edge of my seat, hoping that John and Margaret would get together. I’d already rushed out to buy the book and had read it in a hurry to find out the ending but I wanted to see how the television series would treat it. I wasn’t disappointed.

When it was all over, I was bereft. Never mind that I had my birthday and Christmas to look forward to, I had no John Thornton to console me through the cold dark nights. As when I’d fallen hook line and sinker for another leading man, Colin Firth as Darcy, I began to hunt for information. But times had changed in the ten years or so since the BBC’s Pride and Prejudice – there was the internet! No Broadband, only dial up in those days (it sounds so long ago but technology moves on at an extraordinary pace) I quadrupled the phone bill as I found the BBC’s Drama Message Board. I’d never, ever joined in with anything like this before – had never even lurked. With huge trepidation and naivety (my username was my own name, I didn’t realise it would be published!) I signed up.

And a whole new world opened for me. Whereas before I’d had to rely on rewatching my battered old video of Pride and Prejudice and read and reread the making of book that accompanied it, this time I found myself swept up into a bevy of similarly entranced women – all discussing North and South – and John Thornton! I was in heaven. In those days, there was a cut off point at ten o’clock at night and there would often be a delay in getting your message on board but it was still a heady experience.

We discussed anything from working conditions in nineteenth century mills, to the amount of emotional experience a man like John might have (that was a hot topic!). We shared giggles, fantasies, anecdotes and most of all knowledge. A real bond formed. The BBC even gave us our own N&S Message Board after a while. My reading pile loomed large and lumpy beside the bed, as I bought books recommended by other N&S devotees. But I didn’t have time to read them – I was too busy following the discussions online. With the strict rules enforced, we had to circumnavigate some references – Amazon became the South American river site – and we had to think long and hard about how to discuss certain delicate issues without being moderated, for instance, was John Thornton a virgin? But it all added to the fun and camaraderie. By and large, we were older than most posters on message boards and generally had some sort of tertiary education. A broadsheet newspaper even stereotyped us – as forty something, Earl Grey drinking English graduates! Although many of us met the profile, the reality was we were a much more disparate group. We had one thing in common though – we adored John Thornton!

Then disaster struck. The BBC told us, due to cutbacks, that our message board would be no more! What was I going to do? How was I going to feed my obsession with all things N&S? Luckily, a wonderful person, known as CC set up a proboards message board called C19. We decamped in droves. It wasn’t quite the same but the community flourished – and grew.

C19 still exists. On it, its members chat about anything from costume drama to sport, from modern fiction to gardening tips. And we still talk about John Thornton! The actor who played him, Richard Armitage, has gone on to many other things and his work is discussed on there too. C19 always welcomes new members, embraces its international status and carries on doing what it does best – bringing people together. I’ve made many wonderful friends, some of whom I know I will keep in contact with always.

The most exciting legacy of all this, for me and a few others, is that it gave us a motive to write. But perhaps that topic is for another post.

So, this January, on a dull Sunday evening, I’ll get out my much-watched DVD of North and South and give it another airing. It’s given me so much over the past few years: much pleasure, treasured friendships and the final incentive to do what I’d always wanted to do – write!

Thank you North and South.

Hurrah – dust off the periwigs and the silks, the wonderful BBC TV series Garrow’s Law returns for a third series this Sunday at 9pm!

The legal drama is inspired by the life of the pioneering 18th century barrister William Garrow.  Episode 1 of Series 3 focuses on the true story of James Hadfield, accused of attempting to assassinate King George III. Garrow risks his reputation to defend the indefensible.  And he changes British law forever.

Meanwhile, William and his beloved Lady Sarah are finally living together but things are not all rosy.  Lady Sarah is desperate to see her baby son and starts a legal challenge to her jealous husband, Sir Arthur Hill.

William Garrow is played by Andrew Buchan, John Southouse by Alun Armstrong, Lady Sarah by Lyndsey Marshal, Sir Arthur Hill by Rupert Graves and John Silvester by Aidan McArdle.

You can find out more on the BBC website for Garrow’s Law (including the real cases behind episode 1) and at Mark Pallis’ blog.  Mark is the Legal and Historical consultant for the show.   There is also The Garrow Society website, which has information on Garrow’s trials, family stories and web links.

Here’s a fabulous taster for Series 3, but beware, spoilers ahoy ;0)

http://youtu.be/Wp7bpKvJanU

A very warm welcome to guest author Hazel Osmond, who Wolfeywrites contemporary romantic comedy.  Hazel’s fabulous debut novel – Who’s Afraid of Mr. Wolfe? – is available now from Amazon and many other outlets and she’s currently working on her second book, The Genuine Article.

Here Hazel gives her view on that most elusive and inexplicable entity, a writer’s ‘voice’….

You write funny….

Many thanks to Elizabeth for giving me the opportunity to write this piece – it’s been brewing away in my brain for a while and concerns what I feel is one of the mysteries of writing: where does the writer get her voice?

It’s a question that intrigues me because up until five years ago, I wasn’t listening to what now appears to be my writing voice, but trying to summon one up based on what I believed I should be writing. I put it down to ‘doing’ an English degree and to equating ‘being serious’ with ‘being taken seriously’.

It will not surprise you to learn that the pressure to write something weighty and profound resulted in a blank mind and a computer screen to match. Soon the only writing I was doing was advertising copywriting– nothing wrong with that and I will always be grateful that advertising taught me the importance of being entertaining, brief and direct… but where was that book I was going to write?

It took Richard Armitage, the actor, and the discovery of fanfiction to wake me up and show me that my voice was romantic and funny, and to convince me that making people laugh is not a barrier to making them cry a few pages later.

If I hadn’t been wearing intellectual blinkers, I would have picked up on the clues earlier. I might have realised that there was a reason why I day-dreamed love stories from an early age and continue to do so even when, and I say this at the risk of the curse of smugness shrivelling my vitals, I have been happily settled with the same man for A. Long. Time.

And the humour thing? Well, did I go for The Famous Five when I was little? No, and sorry to those of you who love those stories, but I much preferred the Just William books …and later, when my sister let me read her copies of Monica Dickens’ One Pair of Hands and One Pair of Feet I remember feeling as if I’d stumbled on someone who was completely tuned into how I saw life. By the time I discovered Dorothy Parker you might have thought my reaction to her would have told me something.

For all my short-sightedness, I suppose that somewhere deep down I was learning an important message: Richmal Crompton and Monica Dickens and Dorothy Parker had an absolute right to be funny even if, between the three of them, they did not possess one willy.

Of course it wasn’t all about women… during my teens I also had the great good fortune to need a lot of dental work. This of itself may be a funny thing to say, but what did all those hours at the dentist’s mean? Access to piles of Punch and writers as wonderful as Alan Coren.

So there we have it, my voice was in there all along but I wasn’t letting it out. I’m not saying it’s a better, more insightful voice than a serious one, but it’s true to my take on life – that humour, used properly, is a great leveller, comforter and humaniser. To write a book without it, or even a short story, just feels like I’m wearing someone else’s shoes. And they pinch.

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…The Kindle edition of The Paradise Will is published on 30th September!

It’s been a while coming so thanks to everyone for being patient; I know how frustrating it was to be unable to get hold of a copy because the print run had sold out.

The Paradise Will was my debut novel and a finalist for the RNA Joan Hessayon award.   I loved writing it and adored each and every one of the characters (well, almost … one character is better described as – er – interesting rather than adorable ;0) ) and am looking forward to re-visiting it via the shiny new Kindle I had for my birthday :-)

You can pre-order from Amazon UK and Amazon.com. Other formats available very soon.

Hope y’all enjoy!

Guest blog

Check out www.hazelosmond.co.uk The lovely Hazel, author of Who’s Afraid of Mr. Wolfe, invited me to guest blog. Read the blog and find out more about Hazel Osmond and her writing!

For all fellow Regency-ites out there, here’s more details on BBC4′s upcoming series to celebrate the 200th anniversary of the Regency, Elegance and Decadence: The Age of the Regency.

The first episode will air at 9pm on BBC4 on Monday 29th August.  Further details on the content of episode one (and two) can be found here on the BBC web-site.  Scroll down to the bottom of the page for a short programme trailer :0)

At last!  A BBC programme about the Regency era!  

Thank goodness…we’ve had so many about the Victorians, I was ready to toss my corset across the room in disgust *g*   Seriously, I like the Victorian era but it’s been done to death by Auntie Beeb in recent times and it’s therefore an absolute treat to get a three-part series about my favourite period, the Regency.

Elegance and Decadence: The Age of Regency airs soon on BBC4.   I’m not sure of the exact transmission date, but as trailers are already appearing, I’m guessing in the next two to three weeks.  It will be presented by the delightfully warm and enthusiastic Dr. Lucy Worsley (above), who recently appeared on another BBC4 history programme,  If Walls Could Talk: An Intimate History of the Home.

The three episodes look set to cover the Prince Regent himself, great events of the era, famous artists, architecture – including Brighton Pavilion – the middle classes and a little bit of Jane Austen.  It will conclude with the Peterloo massacre, industrialisation and Royal divorce.

There’s a few more details on Lucy Worsley’s blog and at the BBC Press Office, but I’ll post more information on here about transmission dates and content as and when it appears so keep checking back :0)

caricature of George, Prince of Wales from Wikimedia Commons

What’s in a name?

I’ve got a problem. Just the one I hear you cry? Well yes, just the one at present.

I’m currently editing a novella soon to be published by E-Scape Press and am changing the names of some of the characters. I can’t come up with a name for my second male ‘lead’. I prefer one-syllable names for my men – Mark sounds strong and masculine but I can’t imagine a sexy hero would get far with a name like Leslie. And Tim is a lovely name – but a bit too nice. And yes, I know I’m at risk of offending an awful lot of people here! The trouble is, all the names I think of, I want to keep for a future alpha male characters – Mike, Jem, Jon. You can see my dilemma. Ah – the lovely names of Richard Armitage and John Thornton – what images they conjure! 

The lovely John!

The lovely John!

When I write, I try to choose names that say something about their personality, age or background. So, an elderly woman may be called Iris or Daphne, whereas a small child might be Jack or Sophie. Sometimes I even flirt with indicating class. What do the names Hugo and Wayne say about their owners? But, I’ve got a horrible feeling that makes me a snob!

The name you give your character is a short cut to revealing something about the person you write about. Names can even hint about where your character comes from. Helga could be German or Scandinavian, whereas Jyhoti might be Asian. And a Chuck could surely only come from the States – and a sports jock at that.

And names can be anachronistic too – you couldn’t have a Regency heroine called Tracy – or could you?

I have a problem with the names of houses too. I couldn’t live in a house called Shangri-La or Bimini, whereas Summer Cottage evokes all sorts of different possibilities.

So, while I content myself with the thought that I am unredeemably shallow and a snob to boot, can I ask for suggestions for my secondary male? At the moment he’s called Rupert. Posh and nice – or in danger of being thought a little yellow bear?!

The cute Rupert the Bear!

The cute Rupert the Bear!

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