My work on That Damn France Book is stalled for the time being — pleasantly stalled, but still stalled — because I’m waiting to hear from my publisher about trim size.
Trim size is something novelists and people who write real books don’t have to worry about. But, sigh…it’s something that us writer/illustrators have to worry about.
Trim size is the dimension of a book’s pages. My first book was arbitrarily given a trim size of 8 inches by 9 inches; this time around, the publisher wants to give the trim size some thought, in order to make its production efficient and cost effective. Which is fine with me; but until I hear from Bloomsbury as to what the trim size of That Damn France Book is going to be, I can’t design pages.
So I’m stalled. Which is why I have the time to browse the interwebs for pictures that make me happy.
So keep that in mind for when you put together your art journals and illustrated books for publication: trim size. Mention it to an editor and you will sound very informed.
Thank you, everyone, for all your kind comments and your Welcome Back emails. It’s good to be back. And I’m sorry this post is so short: I’m writing it on Sunday night, having spent Sunday afternoon doing extensive taste tests between two Burgundy chardonnays, Pouilly - Fuisse and a plain Macon chardonnay. Here’s my verdict: they both make you equally dozy by Sunday evening.
Good thing I’m stalled, and don’t have to get up early tomorrow for book writin’. Being stalled, to me, means having the time to read guilt-free, for “background information”. Last week it was John Steinbeck’s Travels With Charley (good example of how not to write a travel book) and this week it’s Mark Twain’s Innocents Abroad (one of the best travel books ever written).
If you’ve read a good travel book lately, one that made you think Why can’t all travel books be this good? let me know. And if you’ve read a travel book that made you think, Jeeze, how did this piece of crap get published? let me know, too. And if you’re stalled, too, on your project, let me know what you do to assuage your work ethic…in between those sips of chardonnay.