A Mob of Scribbling Women

<p>Nothing was better. Not the Plan with a capital P. Not the Challenge with a capital C. Not the marriage. Small m.</p><p></p><p>When Sarianna Deardon's husband Taylor is critically injured the Plan they had for their life is destroyed leaving her at a rock bottom even her usual escapes into all things Victorian can't rescue her from. Her hopes of becoming a mother have been shattered. Her marriage has splintered on every level. She's being followed burglarized scrutinized by her mother-in-law and interrogated by the Concord police. She feels herself transforming from her put-together romantically Victorian curated self into a shuddering mass of grief and doubt. Until she discovers an angry quote from Nathaniel Hawthorne...</p><p></p><p>America is being inundated by a damned mob of scribbling women.</p><p></p><p>In the words of fellow Footnote Freddie Cavella Oh hell yeah it is. And we are so in! With the growing-and unconventional-support of her trio of Concord Massachusetts writers Sari is hauled to her feet. With the unlikely friendship of a non-stereotypical retired priest she is moved to look at what is carrying her. And with the sudden turning of her stalled Victorian Romance novel onto its head she is launched into the discovery of truth about her marriage. About her true longings. About what might exist beyond herself.</p><p></p><p>Everything is different. The non-plan. The unforeseen decision. The challenge of a lifetime.</p><p></p><p></p>