Cover Reveal: Promised
We have the final cover for Promised!
Luscious, if you ask me. I have a thing for bright, bold book covers, so I’m thrilled about the red and the way the bracelet zings forward against the fabric background. I love the continuation of the distinctive, lyrical Trinculo font from the first two books in the series, too. Tim Green of faceoutstudio designed this cover, as he did the paperback of Birthmarked (Book 1) and the hardcover of Prized (Book 2).
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Gaia in Deutsch
I visited Germany with my husband in October, 2010, and when jetlag woke me in the middle of the night, I worked on revising Prized. Today the German version of the novel, Das Land der verlorenen Träume (The Land of Lost Dreams), is released in Germany. While I enjoyed visiting Cologne, Bonn, and Trier, what I liked most was the Mosel Valley, with its quaint villages and neighboring castles. I can hardly be the first tourist to say so.
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Q. When Did You Start Writing?
A. Seventh grade. Didn’t everything start in seventh grade? I had no idea then which assignments might turn into habits or which habits would turn into life-long pursuits. If you had asked me, I might have told you I loved playing violin and drawing more than writing. True, I woke up early to read books before school, but I also enjoyed being in the school’s musicals. It was a big deal when our class had a roller skating party, and I proved a lot of… Continue reading
The Shelves Paradox
Why do I have more books than can fit on my shelves? If I want to locate Fahrenheit 451, (which surely I must own), after I look through the main shelves in our library and living room, I also have to check the shelf in my upstairs office, the shelves in my son’s and daughter’s rooms, another bookshelf and three more boxes in the attic, and one box in the basement. Then I check my Kindle, too.
This is not a system. This is a happy meandering… Continue reading
Enter the Garden
A new world is expanding in my head on four different levels. I should know this feeling by now, but I still find it very odd because I don’t really understand how it works. You know those freeze-frame sequences of a flower blooming, each petal opening in bright, impossible color before your eyes? First-drafting this new novel feels like that, except I’m in an entire garden of those flowers and I’m blind-folded, finding them by touch.
First, it’s happening in a particular scene, when the voice of the… Continue reading
Be Brave. Experiment. Dance.
You know Degas? The French artist who painted all those dancers? His ballet dancers are so ubiquitous that I see them more as friendly, familiar wallpaper than as art, and yet when I saw one of his paintings recently, it kept pulling at me, and I wasn’t sure why. I started wondering about the way the main figure was placed so far to the right, leaving so much empty floor space of the dance studio behind her, and then it hit me that the dancer was poised to… Continue reading