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WHO DO YA KNOW?
(Sung to the tune of George Thorgood’s “Who Do Ya Love?”)
By Judy Larsen
So, I’m sitting here on a cold, icy Monday, waiting for the plumber to come and repair our urinal (okay, full disclosure. When my husband-to-be and I were in the process of adding on to my house in order to make room for our soon-to-be Brady Bunch knock-off family of 7, he claimed there was only one thing he wanted. A urinal. Gross. But, I got my dream kitchen and he got his urinal. Which now needs repair.) and I’m thinking of what I can write as a guest blogger for my GG friend Laura.
Now, to prove I’m not a complete imposter, I did kill a kid in my first book. And, in my thisclose to being done next book I kill off a whole family (murder-suicide no less) and also kill off a fiancé in a plane crash. But my name doesn’t end in an “A” and there’s no real mystery involved in any of these deaths. So, I can’t really chat about death and murder and mayhem. At least until we’ve had a few adult beverages and I feel like I know you better. Which gets me to my topic.
A little over a year ago, I met Tasha in the “green room” of The Midwest Literary Festival. She was friendly and funny. Later that evening, we, along with several other writers, partook of lots of cheap, free wine. Eventually, we made our way to a restaurant (I think). Somewhere in there, Tasha invited me to be a guest at her virtual cocktail party, And I became a regular GGKFMC reader. Then I met Kristy Kiernan, through Tasha. And then Laura and I discovered we lived a few miles from one another. And through Kristy I met the women at The Writers’ Group. And along the way Melanie and Joe. Then in Kentucky, in the hotel bar I met Dusty because he already knew Tasha and Kristy, and as you all know, it’s no coincidence that there’s usually a bar attached to most writing conferences. And so on and so on and so on.
So, it got me to thinking, how’d you stumble upon these ladies? C’mon, spill it. Who do ya know?
~Judy
(Please stop by my regular blog home—Not Afraid of the “F” Word)
Judy Larsen lives in St. Louis with her husband, their five kids, a sweet but stupid golden retriever, and a diabetic cat. Between loads of laundry and trips to the grocery store and veterinarian, she writes novels. Her first book, All the Numbers, was published by Ballantine in 2006. It traces a year in the life of a family that begins with the death of a child, but she likes to add that it’s ultimately redemptive. She’s vowed to finish her second novel (working title: Unexpected Grace) by the end of the week. It explores, through two generations, the choices that women are too often forced to make and the sometimes surprising ways women can change the course of their lives. Since it also delves into areas of domestic violence, her husband wants her to emphasize that it is completely fictional.
