We here at Olivia Waite have a long history with paper dolls—not merely the basic kid kind, but the fancy and detailed presidential kind you can buy at the Smithsonian. Jane Austen paper dolls. 1920s flapper paper dolls. We had sharp scissors and infinite patience for fiddly tabs and zigzag edges.
But the magic of the internet provides instant gratification, infinite customization, and increased safety for our scissor-scarred thumbs. So it is with great delight that we point you toward today’s discovery: The Victorian Doll creation page on Doll Divine.
Here is my first try, which is pretty much me in Victorian gear—note that I am something of a bluestocking:
Here I am with blue stockings:
Here I am as a vampire:
And as an adventuress:
Leave your own creations in the comments, or on my Facebook wall!
We here at Olivia Waite are proud to announce that we have a second book forthcoming from Ellora’s Cave! “Hearts and Harbingers” is an offbeat Regency romance about an impoverished gentlewoman, her gambling-addicted brother, and a devastatingly charming marquis.
Oh, and I have I mentioned how much I love the cover?
On the very outskirts of polite society, Millicent Harbinger has always found a way to cover the gaming debts of her wastrel brother Duncan. His most recent losing streak is bound to ruin them, however, and her brother’s solution is to arrange for Mill to marry the odious Lord Wart. In desperation, Mill decides to sell her virtue anonymously at a well-reputed brothel and kill two birds with one stone: she will have enough money to cover the debt, and her status as a fallen woman will dissuade Lord Wart from claiming her as his bride.
Jasper Goldeby, Marquess of Holder, takes one look at Mill’s piercing green eyes and purchases her favors at triple the asking price — a fortune that could support the Harbingers for life. The night Mill and Jasper share astonishes and transforms them both — and Jasper quickly realizes one night could never be enough. Can Mill trust her heart enough to take the risk of becoming a marchioness despite her reputation? Or will Duncan’s opposition and Wart’s animosity destroy the lovers’ hopes forever?
My trailer for “Generous Fire” has been entered in the Pen and Muse trailer contest!
Voting is really easy. Simply send an email (just one!) to thepenmuse at gmail dot com, and tell them you’re casting your vote for “Generous Fire.” You don’t even have to watch all 43 entries! (Though I have been—I love book trailers.)
We here at Olivia Waite love us some Great Expectations. We love Dickens generally, in fact. And had we not a small, needy puppy with sad, tear-filled eyes to keep us at home these days, we would be at tomorrow night’s performance of Great Expectations at Seattle’s Book-It Repertory Theater—where they’ve declared it Steampunk Night.
And—since this is a flight of fancy—we would be wearing one of these gorgeous steampunk costumes found on Etsy:
Welcome, O Reader, to the final entry in this spontaneous Bad Poetry Week Celebration. Spurred by Amanda Palmer‘s example at the start of the week, we’ve since gawked at horrifying lizard-themed word-butchery by Troy Lumber, a cringeworthy WWI song, and and ode by the Cheese Poet. But lest we start to feel superior, in comparison […]
For our penultimate day of Bad Poetry Week, I’d like to introduce you to the work of Canada’s James MacIntyre, also known as the Cheese Poet. This is a man who cruelly and with malice aforethought rhymed “cheese” with “squeeze” in more than one poem. So please allow me the dubious pleasure of presenting my […]
The First World War is often remembered for the amount of poetry it produced. Alan Seeger’s beautiful and chillingly accurate “I Have a Rendezvous with Death” speaks for the pro-war poets, while Wilfred Owen’s harrowing “Dulce et Decorum Est” comes down on the side of war being absurdly horrifying. And then, sitting in the middle like your […]
Bad poetry is like karaoke: best when shared. One site dedicated to doing just that is the aptly named Very Bad Poetry, where I found the gem of a poem below. Which, incidentally, definitely needs to be a song — I’m thinking a kind of folk-metal combo, with a jazz flute. Reptilicus by Troy Lumber […]
So last week was a rough one. I know we all were hoping this week would be better. But then news came that Amanda Palmer had written a poem about the captured Boston bomber — and not just any poem, but a really, truly, unbelievably terrible one. Vogon-worthy poetry. She’s now getting quite a bit […]