Rowena Tisdale
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Rowena Tisdale
@rowenatisdale.bsky.social
Author of love stories. #HistoricalFiction #Romance #WomensFiction

https://rowenatisdale.com/

Gearing up to downshift for the long weekend! I ain't doin' nuthin'!

#longweekend #holiday #July4
July 2, 2025 at 9:39 PM
June 20, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Painting Title: Education of Achilles

Should be: Achilles and his Mentaur

😏

#DIA #Art #FunWithArt
May 18, 2025 at 7:27 PM
One of my favorite places to visit, the #DIA

#I❤️Detroit
May 18, 2025 at 7:14 PM
I got the coolest #journal today! Can't wait to start #writing some stuff in it ✒️

#writingcommunity
May 8, 2025 at 7:54 PM
We're not done yet! It's only #March.

#theweather
#puremichigan
March 23, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Got an email:

Hi Name,

Does your Book "Book" have an effective promotion strategy for this week?

Literally, "Hi Name"😂

#BookPromoFail #Booksky #WritingCommunity
March 20, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Wishing everyone rising road, wind at your back, warm sun and soft rains, green grass, etc. and all good #Irish magic. Happy #StPatricksDay🍀
March 17, 2025 at 9:25 PM
I want my hour back, goddammit.

#STOOPID #DST #DaylightSavingTime
March 9, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Some places have four seasons. We have many more!

I'm not fooled.

#PureMichigan #FoolsSpring #winter #StillWinter #February
February 24, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Today is a curluponthecouchwrappedinblankets withagoodbookandacappuccino, look out the window and be happy I don't have to go out kind of day.

#winterweather #puremichigan #snowday
February 15, 2025 at 4:58 PM
The tragedy of Gyre and Gimble was written in the stars at their birth. Twins, they were; one beamish, the other slithy. Their galumphing battle raged for decades. Alas, at the vorpal end, there was no joyous chortling, only outgrabed mome raths and the rotting remains of the Bandersnatch.

#vss365
January 19, 2025 at 5:40 PM
She felt an icy frost form in her chest and wrap around her heart when the young woman approached. The way Aaron looked at her, as if she were salvation and redemption wrapped in a plump, pretty cherub chilled her. For the first time ever, Claire was afraid for her marriage.
#vss365
January 13, 2025 at 7:36 PM
The smug bastard always strutted about as if he were the smartest man in the room. He was insufferable!
He'd say things like, "Cincinnati was a Roman dictator. Actually, Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus," like it was some esoteric gem he was bestowing upon the plebians, or like anybody cared.
#vss365
January 10, 2025 at 5:31 PM
"What's the #vss365 prompt today?"
"Guess."
"Umm... okay. Turtle?"
"No. Guess."
"Candelabra? Ethereal? Beligerent?"
"Guess."
"I'm trying! Nebulae? Fields? Llama? Just tell me the goddam prompt!"
"I already have. Several times."
January 8, 2025 at 5:42 PM
The house is dingy and dark, filled with shadows, memories, and cobwebs. Only the clock on the wall is clean and clear, She watches it, winds it, listens to the unceasing sound of each tick, measuring every passing minute. All less minutes of life without him.

#vss365
January 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
"Hurry, love! No turning back," he urged, but she stayed still, gazing at the field of flowers beside them.
"I'm not turning back. I'm turning away. Go on without me. I've missed too much."
He was in a hurry to reach the finish line, but she wanted to try some of the intriguing side quests.
#vss365
January 3, 2025 at 5:07 PM
Unbowed, undaunted, he strode into a new year with the confidence of a king. He had fresh kicks and knew he could not be defeated.

#vss365
January 2, 2025 at 6:54 PM
He was the attentive lover she'd always imagined. Dinner, dancing, theater, he always entertained her and was always there to support her, ready to provide anything she needed.
"What do you want? What do you need?" he continually asked.

God help her, all she craved was solitude.
#vss365
December 30, 2024 at 3:20 PM
"Remember, pulling this off requires a certain decorum."
"Suave, debonair, blasé. Got it."
She turned to look at him. The man was a goddamn chameleon. Best partner she'd ever had.
She went to kiss him, but he pulled away.
"Don't muss my clothes," he said, his wicked grin making her sigh.
#vss365
December 29, 2024 at 6:59 PM
On the shore of the lake, he found a woman, head bowed, sitting under a tree crying.
“Why do you weep?” he asked.
“Because it is so tragic, the schism forever between Tislit and Isli.”
He heard later she had stumbled into the lake and drowned, blinded by her own tears and impossible love.
#vss365
December 28, 2024 at 4:23 PM
Travel highlights can be a surprise. Sometimes, the salty sea spray of the Mediterranean from the bow of a boat, maybe a chance encounter with a lover in Paris, or High Tea in an idyllic English garden...

All memorable, all sweet, all worth booking another flight to somewhere.

...anywhere
#vss365
December 27, 2024 at 6:32 PM
Her tears spilled hot, a salty taste on his lips, soft fingers fervently caressing his face, her passionate whispers of "I love you," repeated with heart-felt urgency; her lashes fluttered like feathers against his cheek.
Not the first time, and never the last, he let hope replace despair.

#vss365
December 26, 2024 at 6:34 PM
"Dual fought today, forgive tawdry comedy when in Greece."
"Umm, what?"
"No? How about 'defend fern twice for triple carp when indigo green?'"
"What?"
"Trying to help you remember 'Don't forget to feed the cats while I'm gone.'"
"Simple 'feed cats?' Mnemonics work better if they make sense."
#vss365
December 24, 2024 at 4:47 PM
Dancing in the glistening snow, in the radiant light of a midnight moon, there was something grand and beautiful in her graceful pirouette. Elegance and charm wrapped in alluring perfection. He loved her more because she filled his heart with synonyms and superlatives.

#vss365
December 23, 2024 at 4:03 PM