Winter Solstice

I’m ensconced in my office with Joan of Kent, dreaming about her marriages. Actually, because she doesn’t get to tell this all in first person, it’s quite crowded in here–Joan, Thomas Holland, Queen Philippa, King Edward (III), Edward of Woodstock, Joan’s mum Lady Margaret, and William Montague to name just the major players. It gets loud when the men put on their fighting gear. And the festive headdresses on both sexes get caught on the shades, the clock, the calendar….

Some people say that writing is a solitary profession. They’re not writers.

But to the winter solstice–what about that lunar eclipse?! I saw that 1648 was the last time winter solstice and lunar eclipse coincided like this–just after Charles I was captured. Takes you back, doesn’t it?

Wishing you all a winter of wonder.