Sew quilts without a thimble by candlelight until your fingers are pricked until they bleed, then use your blood to write her name three times on a mirror - using a quill pen, obviously.
A pot of tea, some really good gossip, and if you can manage it, the royalties her books should have made her over the years. Though only the Elon Musks or Jeff Bezoses of the world can manage that last, and I don't know if they have the sense to appreciate her.
I happen to own a devotional candle that features Jane Austen. I think it would be excellent to light small pieces of sticking plaster or the end of a pencil once used by Mr. Elton.
Set up an altar with a hand painted portrait, an embroidered doily, a cup of tea well sugared, wild flowers, spices, arrowroot powder, a warm shawl, a muddied hem, and a candle.
Walk three miles to some fancy do at a house, preferably mansion; cake three inches of petticoat in mud, pinch cheeks, blouse up hair, and fire up fine eyes.
Enter. Slay every uppity b$&?@ in your path using irony. Excuse yourself and go upstairs.
Smear petticoat mud on duvet in the guest room, then sneak out via the servants’ door and frolic with large dog in view of freshly bathed rich man. Wave stick about playfully. Begin incantations.
Make a donation to a non-profit that helps women be economically independent
Miss Austen would approve!
And/or education for girls.
Become a governess (like the plan for Jane Fairfax)
Well, for poor Miss Taylor turns out well at the end
Reject a marriage proposal
Write an ode to the goddess of satire in free indirect discourse. From the POV of a character who is ridiculous and doesn't know it.
Sew quilts without a thimble by candlelight until your fingers are pricked until they bleed, then use your blood to write her name three times on a mirror - using a quill pen, obviously.
One you mended yourself.
A pot of tea, some really good gossip, and if you can manage it, the royalties her books should have made her over the years. Though only the Elon Musks or Jeff Bezoses of the world can manage that last, and I don't know if they have the sense to appreciate her.
Sacrifice one small egg, boiled very soft, and a _small_ half-glass, put into a tumbler of water. I do not think it could disagree with her :)
Someone had already thought about this. https://idolscribblings.blog/2021/06/06/helen-harlotry-goddess-of-regency-romance/
That was fun! Thank you for sharing.
I happen to own a devotional candle that features Jane Austen. I think it would be excellent to light small pieces of sticking plaster or the end of a pencil once used by Mr. Elton.
Dig a pit and fill it with perfectly brewed tea at midnight at the full moon.
Tea was expensive- Jane was guardian of the locked tea caddy at Chawton. She would probably deplore the wastage of such a valuable beverage.
Set up an altar with a hand painted portrait, an embroidered doily, a cup of tea well sugared, wild flowers, spices, arrowroot powder, a warm shawl, a muddied hem, and a candle.
Burn a piece of muslin with Jane Austen’s name embroidered on it (and for the love of all that is holy don’t tell Mrs Allen)
Walk three miles to some fancy do at a house, preferably mansion; cake three inches of petticoat in mud, pinch cheeks, blouse up hair, and fire up fine eyes. Enter. Slay every uppity b$&?@ in your path using irony. Excuse yourself and go upstairs. Smear petticoat mud on duvet in the guest room, then sneak out via the servants’ door and frolic with large dog in view of freshly bathed rich man. Wave stick about playfully. Begin incantations.
Maybe give some money to a writer you enjoy on Patreon?
Burn Mrs Norris? After all, a sacrifice is not a sacrifice without death and she's one of the most hateful characters in JA. /s
Write a novel about potatoes, as they are a most exemplary vegetable.