Fio's doing better now, but she's still searching for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow that will make everything right. She's still opening up Facebook and her email far too often, hoping that something wonderful will suddenly fix her and her life. If she were the star of a Jennifer Aniston movie, she would have long since heard the orchestra crescendo in celebration and the air explode with firecrackers of joy. But no, Fiorella lives in reality.
And that's where her books are set too, in reality, the location that Emily Dickinson termed less "fair" than imagination. To which Fio adds, less fair in more ways than one. Not that Fio doesn't give her struggling characters a happy ending--it's just that she doesn't seem to be heading toward one herself.
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Fio,
I've never known you to be down three posts in a row. While you were in Atlanta, I gave you the Sunshine Award. You didn't feel the warmth across the miles? Oh, wait, you thought the conference hotel's AC was on the fritz. Anyway, here's a little ray: http://rwrambling.blogspot.com/2013/07/here-comes-sun.html
I like your blog.
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