Some authors, as they write, can picture exactly what their characters look like. I am not that author. Though I can picture easily my periphery characters down to minute detail, I have a really hard time picturing the faces of my main characters. [Both in my defense and to my embarrassment: just ask my husband and close friends–I don’t recall faces very well.]
Some authors can picture their settings like their childhood home. I am definitely that author.
Some authors know exactly what type of book cover they want on their novel – pending, of course, they get that one in a million chance of getting published. I am not that author. At all.
A close friend asked me the other day what kind of cover I’d do if I had the chance to choose. I drew a huge blank. Challenge accepted!
When I should have been packing for my sister’s out-of-state wedding, or wrapping Christmas presents, or cleaning my house, or doing at least one of the seven loads of laundry that had been sorted and ready to go for four days previously, I spent nap time creating book covers. Loads of ’em. (This should tip you off to the quality of said covers.)
Without further ado…
Any of these tickle your yeah-I’d-read-that fancy? And no, there are *technically* no mermaids in this book.
My novel and query escapades took a rest today while I set out on a new adventure. Today I opened my first Etsy shop. I officially joined the artist, hippie, and vintage geekery empire.
It all started last Christmas. To set the scene: I come from a family of amazing gift givers, like world-class, thoughtful, funny, perfect, inside-joke-but-still-super-useful-and-awesome gift givers. Most especially my dad, who every year tops everyone else as the best gift giver of all of us in this gift-giving monarchy. Last year was a prime year for giving my little (twin) sisters a great gift: they were both home from their 18 month church missions and were about to leave for college. I wanted to get them something 1) cute, 2) super useful and practical, 3) unique, and 4) long-lasting. After careful thought, I decided to get them a cosmetics bag organizer, since they’d be needing to haul their beauty crap in and out of the communal dorm bathroom every day. My requirements seemed simple enough: secure brush storage that would keep brushes clean and un-feathered, a big zippy pocket for all things not brush-stem-shaped, small zippy pocket for the little things you don’t want to dig for, easy travel, easy wash, hang-up-able for free counter space, and adorable. After a thorough internet perusal, I decided I’d have to make my own.
Much to my
surprise expectations, they turned out really great! As a matter of fact, I got a few requests for more. So my mom and I set up shop in her sewing room and sewed a bunch of them. Okay, truth be told, it took a lot longer than that last sentence implies. Today I finally got them posted online.
I’m a shop owner, guys. A real one. Now I just need to pose for my Etsy profile photo: a “candid” of me in a fashion scarf, holding an eco-friendly white mug of green tea, with morning sunlight streaming through my hair– maybe then I could up my price by a solid ten percent. And I’m going to need letter-pressed business cards.