A New Beginning

To think that one random evening when I'm exiled to my room by my own brother, I would decide that creating a blog on a more current website would be prudent. To think that I would abandon my Xanga of goodness only knows how long. I blush to think that I maintained such a site for so long, but now I realize that I am really only displacing those random musings and filtering them through another site. A whole new audience for my randomness. It's rather exhilarating, actually.

And now it occurs to me that I'm writing as if I'm in a Restoration novel. Some Jane Austen I turned out to be. It's rather infectious, the Jane Austen tone, for me. I watched the end of a mini-series called "Lost in Austen" today. Halfway through I almost decided to abandon it because I was so frustrated with how it was turning out, but in the end, there was the customary "happily ever after," so I will sleep well tonight knowing that the story ended well, just like Austen's original story. And then I had to watch the Keira Knightley version of "Pride and Prejudice" in order to set things right in my head. To establish that all is right with the world, and "Pride and Prejudice" is how it should be.
Did anyone ever notice?

Character 1: How's Jane?
Character 2: She's in the drawing room.

There seems to be something a little off with that. And I swear, that happens twice throughout the course of the movie. Everyone is extremely worried about how Jane is, and yet no one actually answers as to how she is. "She's upstairs." "She's in the drawing room." As if that was some indication of how Jane was doing. It doesn't happen with anyone else, because no one's asking, "How's Elizabeth?" or "How's Bingley?" Just Jane.
Odd...

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment. - Mr. Darcy