I was watching
the classic 1995 BBC version, which is the gold
standard of filmed P&P for me (I say nothing of Colin Firth and the
Lake, nothing… )
when this thing just jumped out of the bushes and bit me in the butt screaming MOMMY WRITE ME.
The plot? We all know the plot. Except for the deep-space battles with pirate starships.
Oh Goddess what have I gotten myself into this time? …Oh well, too late now. Everybody may as well come along and watch. I’ll start serious work early next week.
(I love that peacock. I paid money for that thing, I loved it so much.)
ETA: for those who can’t access the NaNoWriMo page to see the full blurb…
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in
possession of an interstellar trading fleet and his own planet, must be
in want of a wife.” And from the first moment Lib Bennet sets eyes on
the darkly handsome Master Darcy, heir to the dangerous and powerful
Pemberley trading cartel, she’s almost irrationally certain that whoever
that wife’s going to be, it won’t be her.
Heiress to the single ship of a small deep space trading family
fallen on hard times, Lib is steering an uncertain course among the
stresses incumbent on a free trader’s life: a weary father saddled with
his own father’s debts and an entailed ship in which his family can’t
rest secure, a dingbat mother mostly living in a glorious past that was
never really that glorious, and a flock of sisters who are
proving difficult to marry into trading families anywhere near suitable
to their station. Libby pushes down her own feelings about the
uncertainty of any fate awaiting her. She’d be glad enough to die a
spinster captain, free to trade where she pleases until she’s too old to
feel the subspace currents on her skin.
But the endless politicking and shifting power-balances among the
great families will never allow her that leisure. At the frequent balls
and gatherings of the sector’s trading houses, Lib knows she’s mostly a
symbol for a potential corporate acquisition… and she herself just
another asset. All her intention is bent on making sure that the family
ship Longbourn is at least treated with due respect when it’s inevitably swallowed up into some more vital cartel.
And as for acquiring anything for herself beyond the respect
her pride requires, Libby’s too much of a pragmatist to have any real
hopes. Expecting love as well as partnership in her life is nothing more
than a girl’s sweet but unrealistic dream. Lib concentrates on keeping
her head amid the glittering blandishments of the Great Houses idly
jockeying for the Bennets’ attention, and on keeping her heart well out
of play.
Loki is the Philosopher King 