There are mornings when Warwick will not cooperate. He sits at the table in my head with his arms folded, and whatever I had planned for him that day, he refuses. The scene I had outlined in detail the night before turns to dust the moment I open the document, and the dialogue I was so pleased with last night now sounds so weird. The man I thought I had finally pinned down looks at me as if I have understood nothing. Those are the mornings I take Blue out for a walk a little

I recently heard someone describe Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick, as "just a schemer." Nothing else. Just a schemer. He would turn in his grave if he still had one. Henry VIII destroyed that too. Contemporary sources tell a different story. Jean de Wavrin, who actually lived in the same period, wrote of a man who was generous, who was loved by the common people, whose household hospitality was legendary. The chroniclers record that "the Earl of Warwick was very generous to