Not just some crap whipped together in MS Paint!
Thanks goes to James at humblenations.com who’s brilliant, wonderful to work with and has amazingly fast turn around.
My husband is constantly telling me, with covers you need to sell the sizzle and not the steak, and this cover is all about the sizzle. We couldn’t be more pleased!
I’m so close to finally uploading the book. I did a ton of revision on the first chapter. Something about it had been bugging me for a while now and after a recent read through I decided it needed an overhaul. I’m finally at peace with it and now it just needs a another pair of eyes to look for any grammar issues I may have missed. (Thanks Valerie, for being willing to help me during such a busy season!)
I’m also working on a side project for an old friend of mine, comic book artist and writer Alan Gandy. He asked me to submit a story for his Seattle Nights Presents Comic. I’m excited for the opportunity but was uncertain if I could come up with something original for him based in Seattle. Not to mention we are completely at opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to content! He’s zombie, horror, erotica and I’m just not that… exciting.
So, I decided to look through some old notes I had. Sometimes ideas rattle around in my brain and get in the way of projects I’m currently working on and the only way to purge them is to write them down in a notebook and move on.
Well, in my notebook I found an odd little idea for a short story called, Median Earl. Here was the pitch:
If America had a pantheon of gods, Median Earl would have been the lowest on the rung. Given only the desolate bits of land that divided America’s great highway and byways, and the little islands of dry grass and scrub that intersected deserts of hot, lifeless asphalt, Median Earl was given the mission of sustaining whatever life managed to crawl out of its barren crust.
If Median Earl was the lowest American god, than Griswald Marquis was his one and only follower. Just a homeless man that came across Median Earl under a North Interstate 5 overpass in Seattle, Griswald dedicates the rest of his life following and recording the acts of this lesser known god.
It’s been a long time since I’ve attempted to write a comic book script and I’m a bit rusty. So far, the story is coming along nicely but it’s growing and new characters are popping up like weeds and now a nasty villain just came out of the shadows. But for now, I’m just going to get it all down and tighten it up later. Wish me luck! I really hope to give him something he can work with.
That’s it on the writing updates.
The tragedy in Connecticut has been on my mind, of course, along with you and everyone else. Prayers continue to go up for that community and for the parents of the terribly young victims who are now bound together in their loss, like bits of driftwood circling around a gaping black whirlpool. God have mercy.
I’m reminded of the teacher who hid her class in a small bathroom and told them all how much she loved them because she wanted them to know they were loved before the gunman came in and killed them. Thank God they were all spared and thank God for that brave teacher. I think of my daughter’s kindergarten teacher and I know for a fact that she would have done the same thing. And it’s people like this that give me hope.
Yes, this world is sick. It’s diseased. But there is still love here. And it shines brightest in the darkness.
Peace and Prayers for CT.
Cheers and Blessings!