As far as Lord Byron is concerned, we’ve already had the rock’n'roll but might it be time for sex and drugs? If you find this episode rather filthy, the problem might be entirely yours …

risky-button2 So, today I am very privileged to be guest blogger at the very wonderful Risky Regencies. Apparently I’m not the first bloke to appear on the site; that honour belongs to a cover model. However, I am at least the first male author, which is probably slightly less exciting. I must say that from time to time I do wonder what on earth I’m doing stumbling about in the Jane Austen community, gleefully trashing everything in sight, but I’m quite gratified that they all seem to be good sports. I’ll be fascinated to look at the stats tomorrow to see how many more readers the site has got as a result.

One thing is for sure, though. I wouldn’t have been invited to blog there at all if it hadn’t have been for Twitter. A significant proportion of Mrs D’s core readership have come on board because they’ve been followed by @RealMrsDarcy (including Janet Mullany, the lady who invited me over to Risky Regencies). So the message to all you writers out there who aren’t on Twitter is: what on earth are you waiting for?

[EDITED TO ADD: Nearly forgot. This went up today as well. I may be asking for your votes later on in the month. You have been warned.]

… in which Wickham establishes his credentials as a rough cottager, is now up. I wanted a little scene to move Wickham into Rosings and I struggled for ages trying to think up a suitable hook. Then I started wondering about how he would explain away his smooth hands and it all fell into place. It’s essentially just one extended joke, but I think this episode is one of my favourites. The next one, on the other hand, is really quite filthy.

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