And all due to computer malfunction. I’m taken it now to be looked at by one more skilled than I.
O in Black with Scarf by Robert Henri
I’ve sought value in useless things
Pressing my hands to raw against steel in futile attempt
Kneeling on unyielding ground with something like obedience
Imploring empty sky with sweaty devoted palms pressed together in worship
Having long accepted the senselessness in wishes but prayer I felt certain would effect change
In an attempt to be happy I’ll given up grand wants for basic needs. So from here out I’ll abandon all frivolous desires in order to live as monk, eating crust of bread and surrendering ambition. Oh and there will be no more chocolate or fresh cut flowers that last but a moment or pretty silk things that I never bother to wear in my rush out the door. Oh, but my perfume stays for it is essential for my peace of mind and for it I’ll set aside the fancy imported teas for the mint growing in the pot on my windowsill. Now if that will do you won’t catch me running round to the shops to see what’s on sale for from here forth I’ll make do with the little I do have.
I’ve been delighting in the apples of the orchard. All of them nearly sweet and fit but not ripe or tender as only an apple can be. Here where the autumn skies hint at winter and laments the summer with shows of fantastic sunsets with brilliant magentas that rivals the trees grand display of stunning yellows, orange, reds, burgundies and sumptuous purples. In these fields I’m able to see the birth of the surrealist, hence my homage to my most revered.
Character Masquerading in Pinning Up a Butterfly by Salvador Dali
Superciliousness, her eyes, her lips, her air of arrogance.
Portrait of Maggie Wilson by Frank Duveneck
There is a sort of distance between us and it grows with ever word left unsaid which is funny for we’re forever in conversation. Maybe today I’ll be kind and tell you some truth with the hope you will follow but I’ll more than like not for we are comfortable. Besides, what does it matter now I’ve out grown us.
'Love' my Great-grandfather McQueen told me is to be treated as oil transported in palm, securely cradled but not tightly gripped. This bit of wisdom bothered me something awful, for I thought if it is so precious a thing why not carry it in a proper vessel.
Venus with a Mirror by Titian
Despite my lack of virtue I have your consideration and not due to flawless form or brilliant wit but habit.
This I cannot stomach so here in an attempt to be worthy of this tendre I will put forth effort at virtue.
Now with prudence anew I have decided to be unselfish and will give you up.
Also I've been reading Thomas Moore love this one especially.
Portrait D'une Jeune Femme by Albert Besnard
by Thomas Moore
When I loved you, I can't but allow
I had many an exquisite minute;
But the scorn that I feel for you now
Hath even more luxury in it.
Thus, whether we're on or we're off,
Some witchery seems to await you;
To love you was pleasant enough,
And, oh! 'tis delicious hate you!
My Novels and The Romantic Query Letter That Will Get Them Published
It all started with me wanting to publish my historical romance manuscript Ellesmere and then learning that Canadian agents only represent writers on the short-list for the Giller Prize. Now two years and almost four novels later, I spend my days querying American agents with the hope I'll find the one that will fall in love with the novels enough to take me on as client.
Urbane gardener, philosophical cook, well informed shopper and promoter of the basic white linen and place setting.
I am a new author who previously worked as an interior decorator and wedding planner. I want desperately to be a brilliant chef an obsession that has resulted in me owning nearly a hundred cookbooks and I watch way too many hours of the food network. When I am not trying some new recipe, I obsess about my plants. I’ve yet to have a rosemary that has been able to survive the Canadian winter. I often fantasize about moving to the Tropics so I can garden all year round. The profile photo is a portrait called "La Lettre" by one of my absolute favourites, Delphin Enjolras, which I feel is fitting for a blog called The Romantic Query Letter. Thanks for visiting.