Yippee! There's nothing like sitting with other writers talking about writing and feeding on each others' energy doing an exercise or two. Tonight we'll critique Jennifer's latest submission (which I really liked) and I'll submit the beginning of my riverboat story so they can be working on it while I'm at The Clearing next week. I wish I could bottle up the creative atmosphere up there to release ever so slowly at home. It's hard to recreate that "retreat" feeling at home with all the noise and bustle of life.
September 10--Elisabeth Louise Vigee-LeBrun, Portrait of Arabella Cope, Duchess of Dorset. Bella felt very grown up with her hair pinned up under her new red hat with the black marabou stork feather on the side. She wore the midnight blue velvet dress that Bertie said made her light-blue eyes bluer and the silk and lace underdress that made her skin glow. Bella hadn't been the Duchess of Dorset for long but Bertie insisted that she must sit for her portrait with the French woman painter he had met in Paris when he was on his Grand Tour. Bella suspected that her husband, who was at least twenty years older than she but such a lamb, had been more than just friends with Elisabeth when they met all those years ago but she was not foolish enough to bring it up. She was still a little unsure of herself as lady of the manor but she was not so young as to be unaware of the looks the older woman exchanged with her husband. She had to trust that Elisabeth would be professional in her wok but she did wish she had worn a sparkling evening gown with all her jewels but Bertie had insisted that this was what she should wear. She sighed and her shoulder slumped, tired of sitting so still for so long. She straightened when she heard the cluck of disgust from behind the easel.
Interesting.
--Barbara
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