Some of you may vaguely recall my wee rant when
some crazy heads a few of my blogger pals were going on about how wonderful it would be to live in the regency world.
I put forward my own thoughts about such an idea *coughpsychoscough*, and I was recently reminded of this when talking to my favourite redheaded Texan about an upcoming release.
Why, you ask?
As if you’ve suddenly forgotten how completely and utterly random I am.
Because the story in question is a time travel romance.
Yeah, sorry, but the whole idea of twu wuv meaning you’ll live the rest of your life, which just decreased dramatically btw, without a flushing loo doesn’t really work for me.
So, are you off your rocker and love you some destined-time-travel-mates crap? Or do you think it would be important and, more importantly, sane to have access to proper medical treatment (ie epidural), white household goods, a sanitized environment, etc, etc?