Tender Morsels a Publishers Weekly Best Book!
Lots of good reviews to report: of Tender Morsels over here ('It's been almost a week and I am still basking and soaking in this story...quite possibly THE best reading experience I've had so far this year'), of Red Spikes over there, plus a lengthy interview with the New Zealand Herald over here, and that's just a few of them. This is turning into rather a one-note blog, no? Where are you, Dave Truesdale? Someone excoriate me! Oh well, I'm sure it'll happen.
Life is rather one-note at the moment; except for a weekend away down the South Coast (all 'roos, parrots, gum-blossoms and thousands of bluebottles washed up on the beach) the work has been relentless. I don't think I've ever had a year with so little free time in it, and with the world's economy going to pot, one doesn't feel one can claim any while there's work around. Then there were the BASes, and a short-story deadline that looked impossible but wasn't. All the launch stuff - wonderful, of course, but crammed in around work, so, stressful in its way. A change of contract yesterday - farewell muzak and 10-hour days, hello a whole new set of challenges.
And then, when you finally sit down at the end of the day with a glass of wine in your hand and turn the television on, there are these 2 government ad campaigns at the moment busily telling you what a fat unhealthy drunkard you are. That's it. No more TV for me. Just more sleep. (And grog. And cheese.)