This morning I got the word that the books are printed and were shipped this a.m. As the old gospel song rings: Soon, yes very soon…
Here’s a little quirky thing no one knows about me, but now you do… I’m not superstitious, but I have a thing for numbers and dates. One little tendency is to finish important things on dates that are already meaningful to me. For example, I always try to finish a painting on someone’s birth date. That someone is usually one of my parents or children or grandchildren. There are times I choose a death date of someone I loved. Which brings me to the ship date for Book 2! The books should be here within a few days, and I will probably ship them on January 22, the 21st anniversary of my dad’s death (I like calling it his Feast day, but the Church reserves that title for canonized saints.)
Okay! Now you know I’m weird with no uncertainty. As promised, I’ll be sending my Kickstarter backers a little extra something with Book 2… Coloring pages! It’s all the rage for adults to color intricate ink drawings. I’ll be sharing the first three pages from a little book I’m putting together about a bunny that wandered into my fairy garden, based on a true event. (view a drawing in a previous post about Thistle: Oct. 11, 2015) If you did not get in on my Kickstarter campaign, but really like the bunny drawings, a few of the pages will be available for FREE download on the Taradiddle page.
Hecock, Book 2: Jinx the Junket will be for sale in my store on this site, soon, yes very soon!
THE PRINTED PROOF OF BOOK 2, JINX THE JUNKET IS ARRIVING TOMORROW!
That’s all I have to say.
To all my readers, I hope you had a marvelous and blessed holiday and that this new year holds many more blessings for all.
It was a long recovery, but I’m back on my feet after three weeks of fighting asthma and that darned coughing virus that is going around. What an inconvenient time to get sick! Thank you for your patience for the delay of Book Two. Here is a peek at the cover:
Most people won’t notice, but I’ll give you heads up: the map on the back cover on this book is Cleveland, late 1800’s, with the Union Depot right at the water’s edge. Wondering now what was on the back of the first book?
I have but one tiny half page to finish inside… the very last page… the preview of the next book, actually. And then it’s off to the proof reader, and then to the printers.
You might be interested to know that I’ve made some MAJOR changes to Book Three. It may just be the final book of the series, so I suppose, technically, this could be a trilogy, not a series. Worry not your pretty little heads: sneak peeks will be trickling into your inbox. And if you are slated to be a character in the story, this is the one! Lot’s of cool characters will be introduced. Two cameo characters are in Book Two already. Well, enough of me giving away all my secrets.
Be at peace, my friends. Let’s make 2016 a year to remember.
March 3rd is Burrell Hecock’s birthday. We’re going to celebrate with an old fashioned chocolate cake and grateful hearts for heroes like Burrell. Join me in remembering him on his special day!
To a brave young man… happy birthday, Burrell.
So, what could cause two “fully growed men,” who happen to be best friends, get into a tussle? It’s a case of a not-so-pretty display over a pretty face.
Got the line work done, and starting the color fills and textures! I’m sorry we are so so very far off schedule, but I’m learning the hard way that a graphic novel is a huge undertaking. If only I had a team of artists to help… oh, well, when I’m rich and famous for the book that took 20 years to write, I’ll hire one. In the mean time…
… I remain yours truly,
Hey, do me a favor, play the muse and drop me a line (or a comment) so I know you are still there. Love to hear from you.
Watch it, Hecock… comin’ through!
16 January 1912
Can’t spy on Uncle Ed today, as we will all be celebrating Myrle’s one year birthday. When I first laid eyes on her, she was all wrinkled and ruddy, so much so that I feared that child would grow up ugly. It’s good to see she is starting to take after me! I’ll never forget that night… the first (and last!) time I smoked a pipe. Ended up with a bad case of dispepsia! It’s hard to believe that doctors think something that nasty is healthy for a person, but then I don’t like the taste of spinach either!
January 15, 1912
Working for Lake Shore Rail is really paying off! I just put in for free passes to ol’ Chicago. Ig and I are going to tear up that town. Ah! to be on my own without Mother looking over my shoulder (hope she never reads this!)
As for Uncle Ed’s new invention… he and Father were whispering in the parlor around sun up. It’s odd that he was even here on a Monday morning! Uncle Ed can be a real buttinski at times, but he’s a good egg. So why do I get a sinking feeling in my gut that this is somehow not so good for me?