Chilled...

When I look at my dog and see him spreading his legs, I hear..."Chilled Balls..." Damn you, Claire! Lol. Once again, I'm not going to go into my dog's perverse nature, although, it does deserve attention (^^). Anyway, I've had this floating in my head and what better way to get it out than to force others to think about it too. I'm prone to writing Sci-Fi / Fantasy, yet, I have this romantic (of a sort) story constantly playing itself out.

The Setting: Regency England (how original). Late Fall (in the hopes that most of the story plays out in Winter).

Characters: The Heroine (for she is always the main focus) is from a respectfully wealthy family. Despises the wasteful and basic ineptness of her cousins. Despairs of ever finding a like-minded companion. The Hero is from a well titled family recently down on their luck. Most of the family has moved to the Americas. He has been left with the task of giving a "proper British" education to his nephews and one niece (although he, not being an educator, has no ideas what that even means and argued that point repeatedly).

Story: The Hero decides to consult various intellectual journals because he thinks the authors must know something. He is particularly interested in the writings of one scholar (guess who). He starts up a correspondence and eventually asks for input on educating children. The Heroine is a bit baffled, but immensely bored at home and not wanting to spend her time constantly discussing gardening and fashions, she throws herself into creating a curriculum for these children.

And that's all I have. Where's the conflict? And seriously...as I typed this out I kept laughing at myself. Horribleness.