I have been starting to write a story about the children of Lettice Knollys, who was the daughter of Queen Elizabeth I's cousin. There is very little information about Penelope and Dorothy Devereux, the main characters of this as-of-yet untitled piece of work, and as I was researching yesterday I ran into inconsistency between the different sites, i.e. birth dates, who was engaged to who and broke it off, etc. I could just dither over two different dates, or dither over whether or not I should have Penelope or Dorothy engaged to this person named Sir Phillip Sidney, but instead I'm just deciding upon which one best fits the plot of my story. That's what one has to do, really, when one runs into problems with historical research for novels based on historical people. Just choose which dates etc. best fit one's plot, and fill in the holes, (in my case, big, gaping holes,) with one's imagination.
I have been looking up Victorian and Edwardian paintings lately for a calendar I am making, trying to pick which of the gorgeous pieces of art best fit which month. These are two of my favorites:
John Singer Sargent, The Black Brook, circa 1908
Edward Cucuel, Unknown title. I'm guessing sometime between 1910-1930s.
In cold, colorless winter I am simply adoring these vibrant, summery hues and gardens overflowing with flowers.
"...Nor less, the stillness of these frosty plains,
Their utter stillness and the silent grace
Of yon ethereal summits white with snow..."
An excerpt of a poem by William Wordsworth that I just stumbled upon.
“I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation.” George Bernard Shaw
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