It’s been my pleasure and privilege to have a fabulous intern from Belmont University this spring semester. Stephanie has done wondrous things for my online presence (hence her official title of The Wondrous Intern). She’s going to be guest blogging from time to time, so here’s an intro post. Everyone make her feel welcome!
From the Wondrous Intern….
Every college student needs an internship, right? As my professors were pressuring me to find an internship and threatening my life, my career, and my future happiness if I did not, I desperately began meeting with my internship advisor and contacting potential internships. A whole lot of nothing was happening when an internship with Beth Pattillo practically fell into my lap. While I was relieved to have finally found something, I was also ecstatic at the prospect of working with a successful author, especially an author who loves Jane Austen as much as I do.
I’ve been working with Beth for a few months now and it has been such a rewarding experience. Not only am I learning the ins and outs of the writing and publishing worlds, but I’ve also been perfecting my blogging skills through the management of her Twitter, Facebook fan page, and upcoming newsletters (and who doesn’t love to blog?).
The experiences I’m having and lessons I’m learning while working with Beth are so beneficial to my studies and my future as a writer. More than that, however, I also find myself falling in love with literature all over again, an event I certainly did not foresee. I spend an hour or two every day looking through the latest news concerning Jane Austen, the Regency period, and various quotes from her novels and letters. Every day I become more and more interested in the woman who wrote Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice, two of my all-time favorite novels. Through learning about her life and interacting with Beth, who uses her stories and life to create new literature that so many people adore, I’m learning to appreciate the power of fiction even more. I think Austen says it best in one of my favorite passages of hers in Northanger Abbey:
“‘Oh! It is only a novel!” replies the young lady, while she lays down her book with affected indifference, or momentary shame. ‘It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda”; or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language.”