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About carolyn

Carolyn Jewel was born on a moonless night. That darkness was seared into her soul and she became an award winning and USA Today bestselling author of historical and paranormal romance. She has a very dusty car and a Master’s degree in English that proves useful at the oddest times. An avid fan of fine chocolate, finer heroines, Bollywood films, and heroism in all forms, she has two cats and a dog. Also a son. One of the cats is his.

I am on a wicked, wicked deadline that might just actually kill me. So today, you-all get this:

WordNik Oh my good gosh how I LOVE this site. Do a search for signify which is a lovely Regency-era word. It’s become my go to place for looking up words and doing, uh, research. Yeah! That’s it. Research.

They have charts! Charts about words. <3 <3 <3 You'll notice that in 1807 this word was used a lot and then blam. Not much at all until, perhaps not so mysteriously, about 1985 it looks like, things really took off. That would be about the time Literary Theorists like Derrida, Barthes and more began talking about signifiers.

Middle English signifien, from Old French signifier, from Latin significāre : signum, sign; see sign + -ficāre, -fy.

I don’t know about you, but I’m practically swooning.

Plus, quick! Everyone go tweet the word signify, then all the Riskies and their readers will show up on WordNik!

Now go look up reticule. Well, did you notice the chart?

Did you notice you can comment? Seriously. You leave comments on the words, and some of the comments are AWESOME!

Go play.

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What an interesting meme Amanda has begun, what with detailing a day in the writing life. Here’s mine.

I’m very tired this week since I have been staying up to 11:00 PM…

4:15 am: Alarm goes off. Oh, Lord. No way. I disturb the cat to re-set the alarm to 5:25 am and skip the gym. I am going to hell. This also means I lose 45 minutes of writing time since I would otherwise have taken the WIP with me to the gym…

5:25 am: I’m up. Shower. Dress, grab lunch for work, make the bed and head out.

5:50 ish: Drive to work. It’s possible I’ve turned off the radio to think about plotting issues with the WIP, but since I am in revisions with murderous deadline, my writing worries are not amenable to mentally drafting scenes as I drive through the wine country. Instead I listen to bad news on the radio and get depressed.

6:25 am to 1:00 pm Day job. Breakfast, lunch (at desk) snack. Database stuff.

1:00 pm: Lunch Hour: Sit in car with MacFang and revise.

2:00 pm: back to day job.

3:15 pm-ish: drive home. I turn off the radio and think about the WIP instead of revisions. Bad me.

3:55 pm: Arrive home. Determine that progeny has made it home safely and ask whether he has homework. May or may not need to speak sternly about NOT waiting until the last minute to write a paper or study for a test. Depending on the day of the week, I may be taking progeny to tennis lessons or his math tutor. If I think about this I get annoyed that I take my son to a “tutor” because the school is fine with him sitting in geometry doing NOTHING because he did geometry on his own ages ago. Instead, apparently, he does his homework or helps the other students. I pay to get him into Math that doesn’t bore him silly. Sigh. If it’s math day I sit in the car and revise. If it’s a tennis day I sit in the car and revise. If it’s Tuesday or Friday, I sit in my room and revise. If it’s Monday, I probably have to go grocery shopping THEN sit in car and revise. Return home with Son.

5:00 – 6:00 ish: cook dinner (unless it’s late tennis day, in which case, son got a burrito on the way home. Feed progeny. Also feed the dogs. Progeny and I talk about the funnies, politics or school, or his friends etc. Or else I suffer through eye-rolling from him because I am such a lame parent to even ask about his life. Every now and then it’s apparent that he is more politically aware than the eye-rolling would suggest.

6:00 pm-10:00 or 11:00: Possibly making sure son is getting his homework done or helping him study French. Doing laundry. Also making sure elderly parents are well, make note of household supplies in need of replenishment. Petting the cat, the dog etc. Checking email etc. In between revising. If I get done early enough, I might read a bit before I fall asleep. I might read anyway just to wind down from the revisons.

There are no Kit-kats in my day because if there were I would eat the whole bag the same day.

There you have it.

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It so happens my birthday is Friday. Since I happened to have today off work I met some friends for lunch, shopping, chocolate and yakking.  I made the sort of a mistake of dragging my friend to the antique collective where I happen to know there is a man with a locked shelf of really good books. Good books for people like me.

What did I get, you ask me? Two books.

Brookes Gazetteer

Interestingly enough the title page says:

The General Gazetteer, or compendious Geographical Dictionary containing a Description of the Empires, Kingdoms, States, Provinces, Cities Towns Ports Seas Harbours Rivers Lakes Mountains &c In the Known World with the Government Customs Manners and Religion of the Inhabitants; the Extent, Boundaries and Natural Production of each Country; The Trade, Manufacturing and Curiosities of the Cities and Towns; their longitude, latitude, Bearings and distances in English Miles from remarkable places and the various events by which they have been distinguished. Illustrated by Eight Maps.

The remarkable thing is that all 8 maps are still in the book! They fold out.

Another remarkable thing is that both New York (USA) and San Francisco seem to have been omitted. Huh? Nevertheless, I anticipate many happy perusals.

A Picturesque Tour Of The Thames

And here’s the corker: this book contains lists of the contents of rooms in Hampton Court and Windsor Palace plus a map of the Hampton Court area, though it doesn’t fold out.

But I am very pleased with my books, and I will share more from them if I can.

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I’ve been doing a lot of baking lately which has included experimenting with different butters. I can represent to you-all that the butter makes a difference. Irish butter, for example, results in a denser texture while our locally made butter produced a lighter, fluffier texture and a more delicate taste, too. It so happens I live in an area that’s fairly famous for the quality of its dairy products, so I’m lucky.  Butter that’s not from our local dairies or that is otherwise mass-produced tends to be pretty dull, I’m sorry to say. The Danish butter, Lur-Pak, which is available here is also a very good butter.

From the New Family Receipt Book, 1815.

237. Improved Method of making Butter.
If the dairy consist of three or four cows they should be milked in summer thrice a day; in the morning, at noon, and in the evening. Each milking must be kept by itself, in flat wooden vessels, to cool in like manner ; and thus in succession for two or three days, according to the temperature of the air, the milk thickening, and thence is fit for churning, soonest in the warmest weather. The quantity of butter will be generally in the proportion of a pound (twenty-two ounces) for each ten pints, or five English gallons of milk. In winter the cows are to be milked only twice a day, and the milk is to be put into the churn warm from the cow, where it must stand a day or two longer than in summer before it becomes sufficiently thick; although to promote the coagulation, it is sometimes brought near the kitchen fire, particularly on the preceding night before it is churned; and in intense cold, it will be necessary to add a small quantity of boiling water. The operation of churning is performed with the plunge churn, from two or three hours, for thirty or forty pints of milk; and at the last stage of the process a little cold water thrown in has the effect of promoting the separation of the butter from the milk, and making it twice a day: and even before the cloth is taken off, the top and bottom are well rubbed every day.
N.B. The dairy-maid must not be disheartened if she does not succeed perfectly in her first attempt.

So, interesting things here. Number one, that poor dairy-maid! Churning butter twice a day for 2-3 hours each time? Talk about your upper arm strength. And my goodness but that’s 4-6 hours of work right there. I’m guessing that dairy-maid was responsible for more than churning butter. We ended up with organized labor for a reason, folks.
 
What’s with the 22 ounces in a pound? (There are 16 ounces today) And ten pints in 5 gallons of milk? (There are 8 pints in a gallon, so what quantities is he talking about if his ten pints equals 5 English gallons? By his calculations, that would be 2 pints to the English gallon)

A little Googling proved fascinating: English Wine Gallon. Today we don’t think about the consequences of accurate measures too much, because we have them. But in the day, England taxed wine, for example, by the gallon. There darn well better be an agreed upon definition of a gallon — which by the way, involves using pi since they needed the circumference and then the volume of a container plus the temperature of the room. And it turns out that the definition was a bit loosey-goosey. Merchants got a pit peeved to discover they’d been overpaying their tax.

And then I found This Page over at Wikipedia. Oh my God. This page is heaven for history geeks. There’s a FLOW CHART! A league is three miles, and that is information I have long wished to know.

All right, so I got a little off topic, kind of, but there’s a quite dramatic entry following the butter advice one, included below for your pleasure. One puzzle, though, is that this penultimate phrase of the first paragraph, they discover the secret, What the heck does that mean? Does anyone have a guess? Opine in the comments, please. I understand that he’s saying a slattern will not keep the wooden dishes clean enough, but grammatically how does discovering a secret work into that? The secret of good butter? The secret of life? What?

238. Dr. Anderson’s Method of keeping Milk and Butter
The pernicious method of keeping milk in leaden vessels, and salting butter in stone jars, begins to gain ground in this country, as well as elsewhere, from an idea of cleanliness. The fact is, it is just the reverse of cleanliness ; for in the hands of a careful person, nothing can be more cleanly than wooden dishes, but under the management of a slattern, they discover the secret, which stone dishes do not.

In return, these latter communicate to the butter and the milk, which has been kept in them, a poisonous quality, which inevitably proves destructive to the human constitution.  To the prevalence of this practice, I have no doubt (says the doctor) we must attribute the frequency of palsies, which begin to so much prevail in this kingdom ; for the well-known effect of the poison of lead is, bodily debility, palsy — death!

 Death by butter. Now that’s a turn of phrase.

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The three winners (randomly chosen from among the commenters) are:

  • Jane Holland — surprise prize winner
  • Judy (from Bag End) — surprise prize winner
  • Louisa Cornell  — Winner of a copy of Frederika

If I could locate your email, I’ve sent an email to you, otherwise, email me your mailing address so we can get your prize on the way.  carolyn AT carolynjewel.com

Nifty!  Thanks so much for joining in, everyone!

I completely want to do this again.

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