How was your first week of Spring?
On Monday, we couldn’t believe our eyes. Color in the landscape!
On Tuesday, here at Chateau du Chat, we dared to feel a little enlivened by the sun, even a little spiffy.
On Wednesday, the temperature soared into the high 60′s. Made us feel frisky.
Made us want to get all toesy.
Made us want to shake of Winter’s hoary pall.
Made us want to cloak ourselves in the meadow’s joyous abundance and stuff.
Turn over a new leaf.
Start to be a kinder, gentler person, one in tune with the rejuvenations of the vernal spirits.
Cut back on the hateful things we think about people, like whenever we see that neighbor lady, the one who thinks she can still get away with the Stevie Nicks look that worked so well for her in high school, back in 1975, before her ass got the size of Delaware.
The one who lets her hair go all froozy — in that oh so attractive, just-rolled-out-of-bed (or the crack den) look.
The one who makes us want to yell “Get a comb, for god’s sake! And a mirror!”
No, we weren’t going to be that person anymore.
We were going to be as Glinda, the Good Witch, and the world was our Yellow Brick Road.
Ah, Spring, wrap me in your sweet spirits of good personhood.
And then it was Thursday, and we said the hell with it.
Thank you, one and all, for such marvelous notes on the Damn Cover Dilemma. Your comments constitute the most in-depth discussion I’ve ever had about any artistic choice I’ve had to make, ever. Even my dear Production Editor never took so much time to think about the pros and cons of what we should and should not slap on the cover of a Vivian Swift book.
My original book cover was Cover No. 1, but the Art Director (who I have not met) sent word that it would not do, seeing as it was too similar to a page of the book. No, she riffled through the manuscript, giving it a full 30 seconds of deliberation, and picked out an illustration that, when my editor showed it to me on approx. page 98) I immediately said, “No. No way. NO.”
The Art Director had chosen a goofy little jot that I had made in fun, a full-page image that I intended to be light-hearted and a bit poignant, but one that I dashed off as if it were for a children’s book — I like to change up my style every now and then so that my reader doesn’t get tired of the same old same old. The picture was entirely NOT about me, my work, or the book. I was even a bit insulted that of all the stuff in the Damn France Book, THAT was the image that leaped out.
My editor gave me a list of words that the Art Director wanted from the book cover’s image: Adventure, warmth, Frenchy, interior-exterior, comfort zone.
The Art Director thought that the image she’d chosen had all these things. (And made me think, all that from that dopey joke-picture? Damn, I’m good.)
So I went back to the drawing board and jumbled some adventurey, warmy, Frenchy, etc. stuff together — but THANK YOU, majority of you, who stuck with Cover No. 1!
I have been pouring over all your suggestions and I am eager to incorporate so many good ideas. I am so amazed, and excited, and all toesy and spiffy that so many of you took the time to give me such much-needed and high quality advise. You make me want to be a better person, you really do, as if you were all the sun-kissed spirit of Spring or a really, really huge margarita.
And for those of you who liked Cover No. 2, all I can say is:
Now, blurbs are a whole other thing. Let’s talk on Monday.