The Other Woman – Does this mean I’m getting old, or what?
Latebreaking news –
Please join the SQUEE chorus for the following FanLit alums who are Golden Heart finalists!
Courtney Milan (Historical, Breath of Honor)
Pamela Bolton-Holifield (Regency Historical, Lost in Love)
Darcy Burke (Regency Historical, Glorious)
Liese Sherwood-Fabre (Strong Romantic Elements, Heads Up, St. Anthony)
And the following FanLit pubbed author participants who are RITA finalists:
Anna Campbell (a double final!! in Regency Historical for Untouched and Claiming the Courtesan)
Laura Lee Gurhke (Historical, And Then He Kissed Her)
Toni Blake (Single Title, Tempt Me Tonight)
Julia Quinn (Regency Historical, The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever)
Shana Galen (Historical, Blackthorne’s Bride)
I hope those lists keep growing!
And congratulations to everyone who entered this year – being eligible to enter the GH is an accomplishment in and of itself.
San Francisco is going to be awesome!
So last weekend, I came down with a nasty migraine. Once some meds had started to kick in, and the pain dulled to the point where I could better tolerate the flickering light of the TV than I could cope with my own boredom, I flipped channels and found The Sound of Music playing on cable. Ah, what better to soothe an aching cranium than the sweet voices of the Von Trapp children?
But something strange happened as I watched the movie for the umpteenth time since my own childhood – for the very first time, I found myself sympathizing with the Baroness. I know, I know – the Baroness!
I mean, she is the underhanded, witchy Other Woman figure, who would make a horrid mother and send the Von Trapp children packing off to boarding school – and she probably can’t even carry a tune… but still. I felt sorry for her. There’s no denying she’s beautiful and worldly and intelligent, and she really had some crackling chemistry with the Captain. She’s a widow who’s been jaded by wealth and loss, like so many of our favorite romance characters, and I couldn’t help but feel that a little love from a handsome, worldly, intelligent man could make all the difference in her life. And yet – in swoops the irrepressible guitar-playing virgin half her age, fresh from the convent. How can she possibly compete?
What does this say about me, that I’m suddenly siding with the Baroness? That I’m jaded myself? Getting old, or ahem, maturing? Was my brain just addled with migraine meds?
Do you ever find yourself sympathizing with the Other Woman?
And…I hear it’s Golden Heart notification day today! If you get The Call, please come squee here posthaste!