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Some video delights to curl your toes and make you swoon on Valentine's Day.

What is it about old portrait photography that reaches out and grabs me by the throat?

Well, I couldn't very well let today pass by without remark, could I?

I'm delighted to be a contributing writer to Erin Blakemore's Heroine Love month. My post is up. Leave a comment (on Erin's site, not mine) to enter to win a glorious Jane Eyre prize pack.

The final episode of the first season of Downton Abbey aired in the United States last night. Naturally, I was tuned in to the Twitter party of viewers on the East Coast, even though I had already watched the whole series on the DVD and knew all about the heartbreak that was to come.

It's a rare and special day today, as I've got the house to myself for most of the afternoon and evening. That means vast, uninterrupted acres of solitude and silence, which, let's be honest, are two of the most wonderful words in the English language.

March is fast approaching, you know, and while I am more than usually excited about March because I'll be heading back to London for OMGLondon2, this March I have something equally -- if not more -- exciting to talk about.

March is fast approaching, you know, and while I am more than usually excited about March because I'll be heading back to London for OMGLondon2, this March I have something equally -- if not more -- exciting to talk about.

Back in October, I went on a trip to Stowe, in Vermont. I bought some yarn from a very nice lady in a wee little yarn shop. She had spun and dyed the yarn herself, which is just the way I like it. I made some loooooong cabled mitts out of this yarn for Melissa. Then I gave them to her.

I finished writing the draft of my first book late last night, around 12:30 am.