Peg Herring's Blog - Posts Tagged "first"
WAAAAAAH HOO!
If an author needed motivation to rev up work on the second book in a series, great reviews of the first book might do it. I'm thrilled with the reviews of HER HIGHNESS' FIRST MURDER in PW and LJ this week, and I'm fired up to finish the sequel, which had gotten to that "Muddle in the Middle" stage where it seems like nothing is going to work, ever. Honestly, I've done this often enough to know that I just have to keep going, but nothing boosts a person's motivation like positive feedback.
So as soon as I come back to earth, my butt's in the chair and this sequel is getting whipped into shape.
Read the LIBRARY JOURNAL's starred review at
http://www.libraryjournal.com/article...
So as soon as I come back to earth, my butt's in the chair and this sequel is getting whipped into shape.
Read the LIBRARY JOURNAL's starred review at
http://www.libraryjournal.com/article...
Speaking Tudor - Hannah
(Recap) Amazing News! Modern science has developed the ability to bring people from the past to our time. It's a huge secret, of course, but I have discovered the method and brought four characters from HER HIGHNESS' FIRST MURDER to 2010. In the coming weeks, you'll hear what they have to say about our time, their time, the best of times, and the worst of times.
(New post) "I am Hannah, and I work at Hampstead Castle, where the Princess Elizabeth has been staying. I suppose that is why I was brought to your time, but it is not for the likes of me, I must say.
"I am an orphan, sent to Hampstead to make my way in the world. There I learned how to work hard, for Hampstead is a constant trial to its inhabitants. Built long ago, it has no modern comforts, certainly nothing like the homes of today. Still, it is better than the place I come from, a foundling home overcrowded and grim. In truth, Hampstead is grim, but it is not crowded, and there are folk there I have come to know and like.
"When Her Highness was sent to us, we were all very excited. I was nervous at first, but she is not so frightening when one gets to know her. Not that I claim close acquaintance, of course. I know my place. Still, she speaks when we meet on the stairs, and she once took me with her to carry her things home from a shop, and that day it was almost like we were friends, for we laughed at the antics of the street vendors and she asked my opinion on which ribbon best matched her new skirt.
"Now that we are here, in the year 2010, she bids me to be strong and not cower at motorized traffic and the constant din of electonic devices. "They are still people, Hannah," she says. "No matter their wondrous machines and their learned ways." I try to keep it in mind, but I am not used to it. I'm told that here I am as good as anyone else, that there is no servant class. People serve others everywhere I look, but it is apparently different these days. I'm not sure how. I will ask Simon Maldon to explain it. He is common, like me, but ever so much wiser."
(New post) "I am Hannah, and I work at Hampstead Castle, where the Princess Elizabeth has been staying. I suppose that is why I was brought to your time, but it is not for the likes of me, I must say.
"I am an orphan, sent to Hampstead to make my way in the world. There I learned how to work hard, for Hampstead is a constant trial to its inhabitants. Built long ago, it has no modern comforts, certainly nothing like the homes of today. Still, it is better than the place I come from, a foundling home overcrowded and grim. In truth, Hampstead is grim, but it is not crowded, and there are folk there I have come to know and like.
"When Her Highness was sent to us, we were all very excited. I was nervous at first, but she is not so frightening when one gets to know her. Not that I claim close acquaintance, of course. I know my place. Still, she speaks when we meet on the stairs, and she once took me with her to carry her things home from a shop, and that day it was almost like we were friends, for we laughed at the antics of the street vendors and she asked my opinion on which ribbon best matched her new skirt.
"Now that we are here, in the year 2010, she bids me to be strong and not cower at motorized traffic and the constant din of electonic devices. "They are still people, Hannah," she says. "No matter their wondrous machines and their learned ways." I try to keep it in mind, but I am not used to it. I'm told that here I am as good as anyone else, that there is no servant class. People serve others everywhere I look, but it is apparently different these days. I'm not sure how. I will ask Simon Maldon to explain it. He is common, like me, but ever so much wiser."
