My Job One on New Year’s Day is to count my blessings. By which I mean I framed my 2011 collection of feathers and added them to my gallery:
How does that saying go? …
Every feather tells a story.
Job Two is to count the days until the American release of my Damn France Book Le Road Trip. And as of January 1, 2012, it’s 100 days!
Ta-Da! Le cover of Le Road Trip!
My publisher was kind enough to send me an ARC [Advance Reader Copy]…Hell’s Bell’s. My publisher was kind enough to make an ARC of Le Road Trip to send out to various taste makers around America to create “buzz”.
The ARC is a trade paper-back version of the hardcover book, printed on cheap quality paper with all the color illustrations reproduced in black and white. There is a color version of the book available online for these various tastemakers around America, but for now the tangible book-shaped object looks like this:
For now, the back cover has the fabulous blurb from Elizabeth Gilbert on it (which I insist goes right on FRONT when it’s time to do the dust jacket for reals) and a bit of Nancy Pearl’s wonderous NPR review of When Wanderers Cease to Roamon it to, you know, create “buzz”. And the back cover has a teeny tiny Author Photo on it, which I insist will be much bigger and have much more production value when it’s time to put my face on this dust jacket for reals. Hey. I didn’t sit alone in my room for three years to write this Damn France Book Le Road Trip for nothing: I want a big fat picture of moi on it for all of America to see.
I want to assure you all, dear readers, that there’s a cat (a French cat) in every chapter.
And I got meditative on the stonework every now and then, but especially in Brittany.
And, of course, there’s Paris, a city full of quirky details that I’ve tried to capture, one baguette and ardois and ballerina flat at a time. And occasionally, I tried to get a big picture of Paris:
But you know what they say about Paris:
Been there, done that:
I came across this painting by Maurice Utrillo last week and it made me laugh. Even though his street is in Montmartre and the one I painted is in the Latin Quarter, all roads in Paris, it seems, lead to a dome.
And I thought I was being ever so clever by putting that hazy Pantheon in the background. Ha. (In real life, my street was full of cars but since I can’t paint a convincing car, all my Paris streets are curiously traffic-free, which enhances the 19th century resemblance.)
100 days. That’s my countdown to April 7 , 2012. Anybody else have a 2012 countdown you’d like to share?
A one-a, and a two-a, and a-three: