First a few catch-up details, then pictures of my fridge, which has caused me a sad. 🙁
1. If you like women’s fiction with a literary bent, psychological mysteries, and an entrancing lyrical voice that’s particularly thrilling since it’s her debut, I’d like to recommend Therese Walsh’s The Last Will of Moira Leahy. A story about grief and the special entanglement of twins, it has been nominated for a RITA. (The romance world’s equivalent of the Academy awards). It’s also a Target Breakout Book and I’m making special mention of it here because it emerges in trade paperback, with new cover art, on August 3.
2. If you write Women’s Fiction — that is to say, stories that deal about issues that impact women, which may or may not involve a romance, and which may or may not end with a Happy Ever After — there is a very active Women’s Fiction chapter of the Romance Writers of America. I only recently discovered it myself and figured a few of you may be in the dark about its existence. Website is here.
I’m mentioning it now because said chapter is having its first meeting at the Orlando Nationals. There are over sixty attendees coming already, Donald Maass will address the group after the inaugural meeting, and the opportunity to mix will occur thereafter. 😀 Only a few spots remain, so if you’re interested, register here. You do not need to be a member to attend.
ETA: Even as I typed this, the event has sold out. Sorry, peeps!
3. My fridge: some of you heard me moaning about my kitchen yesterday.
The reason? Our twenty-two year-old fridge has been giving us trouble of late. The ToolMaster measured, we shopped, fell in love with an LG model we could afford, and waited almost a month for its delivery.
Yes, P had informed me it would “stick out a few inches”. Yes, I should know to be suspicious of those kinds of description, especially when uttered by someone of the male persuasion. Yes, I love the fridge itself.
I do not love the aesthetic. It goes without saying that the ToolMaster and Frank see “no problem whatsoever” and since Molly’s away with a friend and the fridge works… Let’s just say I am at the point of laughing rather than lamenting. By the time events make it to a blog post, I’ve usually got them back into perspective.
But man, what an effing big perspective.