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Overuse of Words

This is a subject that recently came up on Twitter. It was a fun discussion because it forces you to stop and actually be conscious of the words you use. ‘Tis a valuable lesson. One I missed in my personal life, it seems. Hopefully it is one I can still make up for.

Personal problems aside, at the time of the conversation my personal favorite seemed to be a phrase rather than individual word. Olivia, the heroine in my Cinderella revisioning, was always “doing as bade”. It’s 10,000 words, and I bet I use that phrase at least three times.

And it isn’t the bane of just the amateur, which is me. Stephanie Laurens, an author I absolutely adore, loves to use the word “bar” in her Cynster novels. Which was always funny to me, since the first six novels are about the group collectively known as the Bar Cynster…

Anyway. My current words seem to be “lest” and the phrase “well _____ know(s) it” – also seen as knew. Ugh. What starts these habits? Is it a limited vocabulary? I honestly thought I had a better vocabulary than evidenced by the frequency with which I use these words. Um. Is that grammatically correct? It’s late. I’m tired. I don’t know. Ugh.

Anyway. It’s Thesaurus Thursday. The words today were elapse and uproarious. Do enjoy!

Uproarious laughter echoed through the silence left by the musician’s break. Heads turned, everyone craning to see who would dare laugh so freely. Tucked into a dim alcove, Lady Patience sat frightfully close to a man. A devilishly handsome man with a wicked gleam in his eye, no doubt.

She and Patience being friends, and the latter the only daughter of Lady Hendrickson, Sarah knew she would bear the blame for this, too. Surely Lady Patience would never breach the strict rules set out for Proper Young Ladies. Not without the influence of a coarse orphan.

Several minutes, full of awkward silence then stilted conversation, elapsed. Whispers flew from mouth to ear as the scandalized Ton did what they do best: ruin an innocent girl.

Sarah put one foot in front of the other. She was so close to the dais, to Lady Jersey. It was time for her to take matters into her own hands.

She had a wager to lose, after all.


Proper Ladies Do Not Wager

At least, that is the lecture Aunt Margaret gave Sarah when she decided to finally thrust her into the whirl of the Season. I’ve put so much work into creating two flawed people with love to spare but I’m still struggling with planning the actual story. And that’s OK – I figure that just means I need more time to really discover Sarah and Stratford. We shall get there.

It is, of course, Tidbit Tuesday over in my Facebook group. Today, I put the attempted planning to the side and went back to that very beginning, to the hook. See, it all hinges on a wager between Barbara and Sarah. Barbara is a sweet young lady, but she is not cruel. And the original wager really made her seem cruel – if Sarah lost, she wanted Sarah to leave London forever. The wager, at its heart, is still the same. The stakes are the same. I’ve just changed how Barbara phrases it, really. I hope that it isn’t to easily guessed. But perhaps it shall be.

I did not get a lot written today, but there were actually words written. That’s exciting, right? Planning just really isn’t my forte. Every time I start a new project, I swear I’m going to plan it to DEATH, but nope. It just doesn’t happen. Kills the creativity, so to speak.

Now, it’s rather late, and I am rather tired so I give you my Tidbit for Tuesday. I hope you enjoy.

“Ten days, Cissy. ‘Tis all I need, and I wager he shall eat from the palm of an outstretched hand.”

The despised nickname grated over raw nerves, but Sarah Grace Patterson only said, “Hush now. A Proper Lady does not wager.”

At least, that is what Aunt Margaret had told her just the other day. According to that esteemed dragon, she could only hope to emulate the meanest of Proper Ladies, for she would never Measure Up.

Leaning closer, she lowered her voice to a whisper lest Lady Jersey or Countess Lieven hear. “Ten days to have whom eat from the palm, Barbara?”

Barbara shrugged one pale shoulder nonchalantly, as only she could. With an airy gesture to the crowded assembly room, she said, “Any one of them, of course. I believe a duke will do just fine for this wager, however.”