“I love these two together. They are smart and funny, and just know each other so well. Os does what he needs to to take care of Dannel when he needs time to be away. And Dannel, while he doesn’t really understand Os’s grief, and how that progresses, he respects it, and does what he can to honor it. They are just great together, both funny and sensitive. It’s the relationship that works best for them, and hits the readers heart.”
One of the things Motts loves about being in Cornwall is going down to the beach to walk. Here’s a few of her favourites.
Talland Bay Beach
Polperro Beach, obviously
“I love reading cozy mysteries like this, and I’m glad that I was able to find out about this series! I’m hoping that there are more books coming out for this series because I would love to hear more about what Oz and Danny are up to during their London adventures. Also, can we somehow make their podcast real? Because I’d listen to theirs!”
I don’t know is the short answer.
2019 was a year from hell, personally. Hospital visits. A husband diagnosed with heart failure. A death in the family. A car accident where my aforementioned husband almost drove off a mountain (only being mildly hyperbolic.)
If it could go wrong, it went wrong in 2019.
And I remember thinking fuck, 2020 has to be better, right?
I set goals. Intentions. A word for the year. I was so hopeful about 2020.
Or maybe, cautiously optimistic.
And to borrow a quote from George RR Martin…”ah, sweet summer child.” How wrong I was.
2020 hit like a wrecking ball and hasn’t slowed down since.
Initially, I found myself feeling like a failure because every time I set a deadline or goal, I had to move the finish line. It’s been three years in a row of taking longer to write novels that I did in 2017 or 2018.
It feels a lot like failure but it isn’t.
The thing is that finishing any creative project in difficult times takes strength and resilience.
So what if I didn’t cross the line I set for myself within the time frame that I thought I would?
I still finished.
Maybe it takes months longer than expected but finishing a project is success.
And seriously, if you’ve managed to complete any sort of creative project during the trashfire of the last few years?
You should consider it a massive success.
One of the main characters in my Motts Cold Case Mystery Series has to be the cottage. I know it’s not a person but it has a personality all its own. Here are just a few reasons I love it.
Vegetables, fruit, herbs. Cactus adores running around the garden. It very much is a safe haven for Motts.
Motts spends a lot of time in front of her fire. She tends to run cold outside of hot flashes, so keeping warm is important. And also, Cactus is very sensitive to the cold.
Despite being a little cottage bathroom, Motts loves her tub. Cactus, however, is highly suspicious of water.
What’s the best Jane Austen movie adaptation? If you’re a fan, you probably have many thoughts on this question. I know I do.
I thought I’d share my favourites per book.
Pride & Prejudice – I’ve seen so many adaptations (I’m not counting the modern takes in this–just the more close ones.) My favourite is probably the Colin Firth version. He’s glorious as Darcy. And I love so many of the secondary characters.
Though, Donald Sutherland’s portrayal of Mr Bennett was magnificent.
Persuasion – This is my favourite Jane Austen book. The only one I re-read periodically. As much as I love Rupert Penry-Jones in the 2007 one, the earlier version with Ciaran Hinds and Amanda Root win my heart. They’re brilliant. The subtlety of their pain, angst, and romance is palpable.
Emma: Probably my least favourite overall of Jane Austen’s works that I’ve read/seen, I have to say the version with Romola Garai is my favourite. I didn’t enjoy the more recent one. I felt they made Emma completely unlikeable.
She’s supposed to be a bit silly, impetuous, but likeably well-meaning.
Sense & Sensibility: I’ve watched three adaptations. While I love the Emma Thompson version (especially because Alan Rickman was magical,) I prefer the more recent version from 2007. I’m not sure why, but it just made me happy.
I’ve no thoughts on Mansfield Park, Northanger Abbey, or Sandition. I haven’t seen any of the adaptations. Actually, I take that back, I think I’ve seen one of Mansfield Park that I didn’t enjoy.
How about you? What Austen adaptations do you enjoy?
Do The Job.
It’s a phrase written on the dry erase board over my bookshelf. A small reminder to myself. Do. The. Job.
I don’t remember where I saw it, initially. I think a friend shared something on Instagram. I don’t remember. It stuck in my head, though. And I scribbled it on the board over a year ago.
Do the job.
The job in question?
I love to write. It’s what ‘brings me joy.’ My head becomes way too cluttered when I don’t. Some days I’m working on a novel, others I’m writing simply for my own entertainment.
Stories I’ll never share with the world.
My way to relax?
And therein lies the problem.
When one of your hobbies or ways to relax becomes ‘the job,’ it adds a lay of stress to your joy. It adds a deadline. Responsibilities. I don’t just want to write–I have to.
It’s often a struggle. One of the reasons I wrote the phrase on my board was a reminder. If it’s what I do, I need to do it.
Take a break when required.
Step back when needed.
But eventually, I have to do the job and write.