So this was me over the long weekend--b2b events at the blistering hot but delightful Eat Local, Read Local book festival in Loudoun, a Noir at the Bar reading in DC the same night (dirty stories dominated the evening), and finally hiding out at the cabin in WV while the renovations roll on at our house in NoVa.
The contractor says the whole shebang will be done by Thursday. We're having a bath, game room, and kitchen totally face-lifted. Here's where we were and are kitchen-wise:
Over the next four days I have 4 events at Fall For the Book. The first is tomorrow, where I will participate on a panel for an art and literature installation called "Call and Response," where writers and visual artists teamed up to create collaborations on the them of invisibility.
As the "caller" for my team, I offered an adapted version of "Drag," a short story excerpted from my flash novella, A Texas, which was published in Heavy Feather Review. The "responder" is visual artist Mike Walton, and while he has described what he created, I haven't seen it yet. The exhibit just opened and goes on through November. I'll report back soon.
On Thursday, I have the honor of introducing a reading and Q&A session for Dave Housley at 10:30, and on Sarturday I moderate a panel for Sisters in Crime at 11:30, followed by my official book launch for CRYBABY LANE at 12:30. I've decided on cake and pink champagne. I wish I could afford these for cupcake toppers:
I'd like to collapse on Sunday, but I have an admissions event to attend. At least my kitchen will be done, right? RIGHT?!?!?