"Trying to write something fresh about Jane Austen is like tiptoeing through a ploughed field in the hope of finding virgin soil, only to discover that much of the earth has already been turned." Audrey Hawkridge, Jane and Her Gentlemen.
And all I need to do is squeeze out a tiny paper on Sense and Sensibility. Jane was pretty caustic, she snuck in a zinger every now and then, but the pace of her novels is a bit slow for us modern readers. And English society in her day was so boring! Geez, no wonder you could assume that if you talked with a gentleman in a drawing room after tea or waltzing that he might want to marry you, because your life was so damn dull!
Anyway, I'm making slight progress, I hope to have a draft of the thing finished by tonight. I'm making steak with blue cheese and baked potatoes for dinner, sounds yummy, huh?