It’s usually when we’re knee deep in the “Hey, I’m just over here trying to make it” that the universe’s timer goes off and something makes us slow down long enough to notice the chipping paint. The forgotten name. The muscle strained.
Writer Mimi Matthews talks about her own love affair with the Victorian era, how she balances research with crafting fiction, what she’s working on next, and which Bronte she would invite to a dinner party. Would you be able to choose just one?